<?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-6657634117424727214</id><updated>2012-01-24T16:14:49.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing through life hillabilly style~~~</title><subtitle type='html'>Life's like a toilet.... it's a neccescity</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-3739927867751006342</id><published>2009-03-07T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:38:01.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Post read at your own discretion</title><content type='html'>There's days when I felt like shit from start but there are also days when i felt like shit at midday..... and the worst of all today is the day I felt like shit before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent finished studying..... the stuff I wanted to study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I cared anyway because I had enough of caring. The more I cared the more things turned out the other way than the way I had wished it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been known to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My insecurities as a human being.... as a living person........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never faced a situation like this before how'd you'd expect me to act????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seem so out of place. Everything is so rotten. Everything is so full of deceit and trickery that I had stopped looking out for them and just step into their trap for it was pointless to resist anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me why God put me on Earth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it to fade away my existence into the background watching how everyone make it while I remain behind? Or just to play my part on this stage called Earth then be tossed out like trash like it never had a significant value from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god I am so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart had never been so easily broken before now is breaking apart like it was its nature to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings that I had controlled for the years flowed out of me like there wasn't a barrier to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this change happen? because I have no record of it in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at people around me. Content with what they have makes me sick to the core........&lt;br /&gt;Content with something so........ useless..... pointless.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are they thinking anyway?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I am done caring. The more I care the more it backfires on me.&lt;br /&gt;Goodness repaid with kindness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea right! Hah! The only payment you get for being a good guy is being stepped on. And overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me is so fake.&lt;br /&gt;So fake that it sickens me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even find refuge in God anymore because God seemed so distant......&lt;br /&gt;"Open my heart and I shall receive"&lt;br /&gt;But after that day, I had closed my heart to the world and placed a fake it its place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart full of sadness and regret, masked by happiness and cheerfulness. with each passing day, my real heart rots away....... intwined in the vines of hopelessness, insecurities and futility that no mater how I try..... no matter how hard I struggle........... it will still end up in the same results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever....... I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;And things around me is not worth my energy and time to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own way, my own path. Nobody in the way..... just me and the trail ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I have to pay everything I own to return my innocence and for this fog of ignorance to cloud my eyes again......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph. Is that even a need for thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd pay it gladly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-3739927867751006342?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3739927867751006342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=3739927867751006342&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3739927867751006342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3739927867751006342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/emotional-post-read-at-your-own.html' title='Emotional Post read at your own discretion'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-414935038039840679</id><published>2009-03-07T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:13:29.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Chris! 19 is a good age... well i think</title><content type='html'>Dude, Happy 19th Birthday dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I cant celebrate it with you but hopefully we will have a chance next year or the year after.&lt;br /&gt;And sorry man, no presents also this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just want to say Thanks dude for being there for me through thick and thin and for the many memories that you had given me...... and equivalent pain and humiliation as well (mainly Call of Duty 4). Hah, truth be said I was kinda missing you already when everytime I went back to Kuching or everytime I drove out to Hui Sing Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kuching just lost some of its colour without you here to paint colours into them.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know that sounded really gay and stuff but heck, I will say it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming too just ain't that fun anymore without you around.&lt;br /&gt;Now with Caleb going to australia, its just Broseph, Piaw and me.&lt;br /&gt;COD4 with 3 people? Aint really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now around 8pm I was at another friends birthday party well..... somewhat of a friend la...  more like a acquaintance. Well, kinda wished that it was your party that I was in and I'd be the one hosting it. Well, I guess your buddies in Kent would probably do a better job than me anyway since I cant play poker, DotA nor drink beer. I only game and can be quite boring to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you still did hang out with me anyway. And that I am really grateful, bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to meet someone who is like you and I probably wont. People ain't that fun to hang around here.......... all they do is study (or I am just a bore to be around with with my crappy lame jokes..... well I know just who is the better lame joke teller here). And well can be stressful and I am still coping though I seem to be breaking by the seams already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, by the way, how's university life's been treating ya? Once you get a gal man you'd better tell me or heads will roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn man, I cant even write a birthday wish in peace..... got disconnected twice while writing this. I am getting sick and tired of this dump......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dude for all the things that you had done for me unseen and seen I thank you dude. If I had said anything wrong in the past I hope you'd let bygones be bygones. Wish you have a wonderful year ahead of you and be successful at everything you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best Dude. Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Your friend and always will be,&lt;br /&gt;Hilary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-414935038039840679?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/414935038039840679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=414935038039840679&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/414935038039840679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/414935038039840679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-chris-19-is-good-age.html' title='Happy Birthday Chris! 19 is a good age... well i think'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-3524894370777204620</id><published>2009-02-16T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:28:19.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooking stuff hillabilly style. XD</title><content type='html'>Well, today I had my Chemical 3a practical exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I hope I didnt screw up. AHahahaahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly I will anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test I came back to my campus (Cemara) my roommate, I decided to help Chewie to cook something called Chicken Soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Soup for the soul indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...............&lt;br /&gt;The previous night we argued about whether to cook chicken soup or chicken broth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supporting chicken broth cause we had the recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was inclining to chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, since he is the one who wanted to cook he went with Chicken Soup. So here we are at Giant buying stuff to cook.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Stir fry button mushrooms, small baby corn and choi sam&lt;br /&gt;ii) Chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only can tell the ingredients exactly for the stir fry mushroom crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) One pack of baby corn&lt;br /&gt;ii) One bundle of choi sam&lt;br /&gt;iii) one can of button mushroom&lt;br /&gt;iii) Half of a red onion&lt;br /&gt;iv) a pinch of salt&lt;br /&gt;v) some oil&lt;br /&gt;vi) a bit of luck&lt;br /&gt;vii) a bit of love&lt;br /&gt;viii) a bit of sweat&lt;br /&gt;ix) and a sense of humour and adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you are ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First.....&lt;br /&gt;Mutilate the baby corn by snapping them in half and and removing those anal husk-like thing that is stuck on the corn surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, cut them into two like a samurai cleaving his opponent into two bite-size pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, prepare the button mushrooms. For this you must first acquire the perk of can opening skillz.... which I forgot to equip on the start up menu !!!!!! Argh, forgot to set the perk......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SZlpOE_ojqI/AAAAAAAABD8/9WfAKuSlkOE/s1600-h/g3uj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 462px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SZlpOE_ojqI/AAAAAAAABD8/9WfAKuSlkOE/s320/g3uj3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303385726785195682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Reference to COD4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, wash the mushrooms and make quick work of the mushrooms by cutting them into fours. Imagining mutilating your enemies while doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then set aside the now mutilated mushrooms and turn your attention to the red onion as the next victim of your cooking death run,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab it like how you will grab a persons neck before snapping it after washing it under running tap water ..... and cut mercilessly into two halves. Then laugh maniacally as you cut up the red onions into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, following closely is the choi sam. As usual make quick work of the choi sam by breaking them into bite size pieces as if you are breaking someone's arms or legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I find cooking more fun if I think this way so bite me if you disagree with my methods)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then wash the vegetables that you had killed so far before cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm the oil the pan..... I am using the hot plate so I didnt get the actual results that I want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when oil is hot, put the red onions first and watch them fry........................ hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The followed quicky by the button mushrooms and baby corn after you can smell the red onions cooking off in the pan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choi sam goes in last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you play cs or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back, stir a bit..... add salt or soy sauce, your taste. Up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, serve hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well visit http://crapbychewie.blogspot.com/2009/02/anyone-can-cook.html for full recipe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-3524894370777204620?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3524894370777204620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=3524894370777204620&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3524894370777204620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3524894370777204620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/cooking-stuff-hillabilly-style-xd.html' title='Cooking stuff hillabilly style. XD'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SZlpOE_ojqI/AAAAAAAABD8/9WfAKuSlkOE/s72-c/g3uj3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-5042104734696875371</id><published>2009-02-04T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:11:40.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The nerve of some people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people are such arse-holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if they are genuinely assholes or just plain stupid lacking common sense that makes us humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my encounter with such assholes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the library nicely surfing the mid-****ingly slow internet connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My original computer that was given to be my the library clerk was permanently glued to the startuop screen. So I decided to change computer...... without telling the clerk. Well, it is partially my fault some people can find ways to be flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not this asshole.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Time passed and some girl was assigned the computer that I am already on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that I was there, she approached me and I said while making this face ------&gt; XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaha, sorry ya. My comp... bla bla bla.... can u use another comp for a while? Please" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being super nice here. The girl smiled and left and used the comp behind me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay problem solved. Both parties happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along came Asshole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell he is retarded by the way he walks&lt;br /&gt;And by the way he speaks&lt;br /&gt;And by the clothes he wears&lt;br /&gt;Basically everything about him emits retardiness (I am not sure if this is a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, it is a he.... a fucking disgrace to my own species)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*(My IE restarted on me this period so I was already more tu lan than I am already am.) *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If it was a female I would have prolly written it off as a girl in her PMS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He approached me and said," This is my comp"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I said," &lt;strike&gt;FUCK YOU ASSHOLE &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;----thought I regreted not saying this. Can u use another comp? (Mind you there are 30 free computers and only one damaged (mine))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He said, " I will use your comp..." and sat down at my original place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I said," Dude, that com is stuck at the start up screen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He said, " Oh, in that case I want my comp back (This i am guessing cuz he is speaking so softly like he had just commited some type of crime) ". The return for being nice.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I looked at him, staring blankly giving him the " Dude, there are 30 plus computers here, just fucking choose one"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He placed his stuff on my desk. Before I CAN EVEN SAY "YEA SURE,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was like "KNN CCB. MCB. CB. CLC, asshole......"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298804239296004722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SYkiYaGSgnI/AAAAAAAABD0/MArqHZx9JsA/s320/ResidentEvil4_SS03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;At that moment, I felt like doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not wanting to argue so I left. But right now I am blogging behind him. AND THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE IS NOT EVEN SURFING THE NET!!!!!! I DOUBT HE EVEN KNOWS HOW AN INTERNET WORKS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahahahahahahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope his dick rots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I hope his dick get so badly infected that it is swollen with pus and have maggots feeding on its dead flesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-5042104734696875371?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5042104734696875371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=5042104734696875371&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5042104734696875371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5042104734696875371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2009/02/nerve-of-some-people.html' title='The nerve of some people.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SYkiYaGSgnI/AAAAAAAABD0/MArqHZx9JsA/s72-c/ResidentEvil4_SS03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6429318758291734913</id><published>2009-01-12T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:40:45.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My blog is dead.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking futile attempts to revive it only to fall out of updating then the blog is dead again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least this blog has seen great revivals in the past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what I should blog about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brainstorming session I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Should I rant about how sucky Shah Alam can be?&lt;br /&gt;Nah..... done that in every one of my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Blogging about the anime I watched?&lt;br /&gt;Been there..... done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Blog about how sucky my life is now?&lt;br /&gt;Very tempting but whose isn't? Don't think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Blog about politics?&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to be arrested by ISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Blog about friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; They are not worth bloggin about &lt;/strike&gt; HAahah, sorry,  that was a sick and cruel joke on my part and dont get too sensitive bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Blog about my exam results?&lt;br /&gt;It would be too cruel on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Blog about the funny things that happen to me during this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;None. My life has been filled with despair and  sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Blog about sad things that happen then?&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to. Don't want to risk switching my emo side on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Okay, this is getting difficult. Blog about Chinese New Year?&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kuching has been hit by the worst flood in 40years and some of my friends were affected by it so no.  Dun feel like  blogging bout the festives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fine, I run out of blogging options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait. i just blogged bout something. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD enjoy guys.&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/6657634117424727214-6429318758291734913?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6429318758291734913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6429318758291734913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6429318758291734913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6429318758291734913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am.html' title='I am.....'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-3888954830477804891</id><published>2008-10-24T10:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:15:55.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag from Eichi..... about eichi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Welll...... three post in one month. Not bad for a lazy, lead assed bastard like myself. hehe. Anyway to cut matters short cuz I am still a lazy assed being and that I am blogging from the INTEC library which connection seems to fail me a lot so here goess... A tag about eichi &lt;a href="http://eichi17.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://eichi17.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part One 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is the relationship of you and her? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is my master sifu. that's why I call her Eichi-sama or ecchi-sama since she is the master of all this cheeky and naughty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Your five impressions towards him/her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing to be first. I never meet anyone personally who can draw like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randomness is another fact. Seldom meet someone who likes being random at times. The world needs less logic and more randomness. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a paraphilic. For she married her camera (she states that in one of her post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She enjoys pentok (pentok= turn over tables which means throw a fit) over things like assignments or just for plain fun like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves talking crap.... well who doesnt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The most memorable thing she/he had done for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmm...... playing maple story last time LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. The most memorable thing she/he had said to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Teme.... Hil-chan. PENTOK!!!" quote, unquote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. If she/he become your lover, you will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will kick her into a giant well just like in the movie 300. Or slit her throat like in The Sweeney Todd movie. LOLOL. Or slit her throat first then kick her into a well LOL. That way they will never find the body. Hahahahahaha. *evil grin*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. If she/he become your enemy, you will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm a forgiving person. i will just make her to become my lover. And repeat what is stated above. LOLOLOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(QUESTION 5 and 6 are just jokes ok. Eichi-sama gomen nasai!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If she/he become your lover, she/he has to improve on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being more ecchi than usual. Pentok more often. Hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. If she/he become your enemy, the reason is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmmmm........ many reasons can be stated. One thing is if she becomes my lover she will definitely become my number 1 enemy also. hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on her/him is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Kill her... koros &lt;/strike&gt;LOL. Put her in a sailor uniform and she will probably look like nagato from Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260549931280835826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SQE6SnkzJPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/MrAnP16NRFo/s320/YCCAQAV3TRCAMHKX0QCASJEOJGCAHXRLCECAREFZJBCAZW2YQLCAWK1HH3CALBZUYHCA3A9D2FCARUK72RCAOQBOSACA3S76JMCA5RTF9SCAE8QNYRCAIGV0NRCA8LI3BWCAHCZV5ACAOMOGSGCAJ5OWW1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh....... Nagato~~~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. The overall impression of her/him is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My master....... MASTER SIFU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of them wont feel anything about me. they will just ignore me. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RANDOMNESS RULESSSS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOGIC SUCKS!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. The most ideal person that you wanna be is?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me. An useless lazy assed clumsy blurrr..... ignored being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part Two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state the rules clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. (THIS I IGNORE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. No tags back! (I EVEN IGNORE THIS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#1 &lt;strike&gt; I am NOT a virgin &lt;/strike&gt; Wow, imagine if that is true. hehe, I am still single but people says that i ahve a girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#2 I have a small fetish for girls with glasses but that is a very small factor indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#3 I love sentimental music but some classifies me as a rock and roll type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#4 When I study, I dun count study as reading something once. Study for me is reading something at least three time and I have 95% of the book memorized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#5 I am ugly.... wait.... everybody knows that already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#6 i have zero fashion sense. my style is always being depicted as 'old man wear' or "something out of reject pile of a designer"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#7 I have a guitar.... SHOCK!!!! I bought it recently and my master at the moment is Chewie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#8 I can turn anyone into a cheeky bastard very fast... just ask Thiru (my once innocent roommate)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#9 I have a very good grasp on the ancient art of eavesdropping. I can hear whispers going on in the class and intercept them like an interceptor module&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#10 I sleep on someone's stomach because it feels so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#11 The way my mind processes stuff can be too weird at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#12 I am not GAY!!!!!!.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#13 I AM NOT GAY stop asking me or looking at me like I am!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#14 I love guns and knives and all things that can kill. Just ask anybody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fact#15 I hate myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEHE..... now I tag, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chewie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ei chi (back to you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;faye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hippopotatomoose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and others who have time on their grubby fingers. LOl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-3888954830477804891?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3888954830477804891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=3888954830477804891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3888954830477804891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3888954830477804891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-from-eichi-about-eichi.html' title='Tag from Eichi..... about eichi'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SQE6SnkzJPI/AAAAAAAAAwI/MrAnP16NRFo/s72-c/YCCAQAV3TRCAMHKX0QCASJEOJGCAHXRLCECAREFZJBCAZW2YQLCAWK1HH3CALBZUYHCA3A9D2FCARUK72RCAOQBOSACA3S76JMCA5RTF9SCAE8QNYRCAIGV0NRCA8LI3BWCAHCZV5ACAOMOGSGCAJ5OWW1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-4136786351256107424</id><published>2008-10-23T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:58:09.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag day LOLOLOL</title><content type='html'>One funny about Cemara's Internet is that whenever I want to do something online, it becomes so freaking damn slow that I am seriously seriously pissed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just two days ago I wrote The tale a Heart so here I announce that Chapter 2 is on the way once I find &lt;strike&gt; my stash of weed &lt;/strike&gt; the time to do so. Anyway, today I am to answer Kenneth's tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things Found In Your Bag :&lt;br /&gt;- Old bills and tissue paper (I think it has been there for almost two years now... or 5 years since I got the bag from my brother and I cant seem to remember that I even put tissues in it)&lt;br /&gt;- A torn exam pad filled with notes that I never actually read&lt;br /&gt;- A notebook on japanese words (yes I am benkyoo-ing Japanese now)&lt;br /&gt;- A big pencil case with staplers, 4 erasers, 5 pencils, 2 red pens, 6 blue pens that some finished di but never throw...... and pieces of paper.&lt;br /&gt;- Core Maths textbook that I usually carry around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things Found In Your Purse/Wallet&lt;br /&gt;- Munneh...... wait.... scratch that..... its gone.&lt;br /&gt;- Coins and lots of it(the only thing always in abundance)&lt;br /&gt;-Cards galore - Taxi numbers, Bank Cards (BSN, Bank Islam, CIMB), Tesco card and Bonuslink&lt;br /&gt;- A hidden 100 dollar note stashed safely.&lt;br /&gt;- Old receipts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Favourite Things In My Room :–&lt;br /&gt;- Dust&lt;br /&gt;- My guitar&lt;br /&gt;- My books&lt;br /&gt;- My pathetic comp&lt;br /&gt;- My shirts strewn all around as it gives the busy student look LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Types of Humans :– (here I have to agree with Hippopotatomoose here)&lt;br /&gt;- Those who rule with brute force or iron fist (My lectures and my mum LOL)&lt;br /&gt;- Those who rule with sheer manipulation (Some people I know)&lt;br /&gt;- Those who subject to their ruling (me to my mum of course.... to lecturers its VIVAAAA LA RESISTANCEEE~~!!)&lt;br /&gt;- Those who oppose their ruling and die miserably in a horrible lonesome death (Like me when I argue with the girls in my class)&lt;br /&gt;- Those who sit back and laugh at my unfortunate events!!! (that would be my roommates)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things I’ve Always Wanted To Do :–&lt;br /&gt;- Have sex!&lt;br /&gt;- Go for strip shows &lt;br /&gt;- Run around naked&lt;br /&gt;- Masturbating&lt;br /&gt;- Peeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IF YOU BELIEVE ALL THAT, You MUST BE A REAL RETARD or so convinced that I am nothing but a PERVERTED BASTARD..... wait..... shit. I am a PERVERTED BEING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Things you’re currently into:–&lt;br /&gt;- My guitar&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;- Japanese &lt;strike&gt; girls, preferably naked &lt;/strike&gt; ehem language&lt;br /&gt;- Stabbing someone with a chopstick just for the heck off it&lt;br /&gt;- Pulling some girls' ponytails (Yes Isabel, when u come back Kuching there shall be this in store for ou muahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Programs you always use in comp :–&lt;br /&gt;- Firefox&lt;br /&gt;- Kapersky (INTEC deadly cocktail of virus will strike again)&lt;br /&gt;- Microsoft Word and Powerpoint&lt;br /&gt;- MSN messenger&lt;br /&gt;- Soliatre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Websites I always visit :–&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strike&gt; what kind of stupid question is this? Of course none other than porn &lt;/strike&gt; Facebook&lt;br /&gt;- Gendou... download anime songs&lt;br /&gt;- Onemanga... manga source&lt;br /&gt;- Gamefaqs.... game guide source&lt;br /&gt;- Hotmail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course after all is said and done back to more porn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHE, of course that was a joke. Ah its getting late so see ya guys around Oh and I tag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eichi&lt;br /&gt;Hana&lt;br /&gt;Cheong&lt;br /&gt;Faye&lt;br /&gt;And those who have nothing better to do.... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-4136786351256107424?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4136786351256107424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=4136786351256107424&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/4136786351256107424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/4136786351256107424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-day-lololol.html' title='Tag day LOLOLOL'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-5760359544025683335</id><published>2008-10-21T00:35:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T12:13:12.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tale of a heart</title><content type='html'>(This is just a rambling or sort.... dont pay any heed to this. I feel the need to write something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty emotional when I wrote this post so bear with me. If your not into emo stuff pls just dont read this. And go watch Youtube or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of this post I will write this in Italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;How long have Heart wondered in this state of thought, constant torture and pain engulfed its long battered state, crying out for help like a martyr burnt alive on a stake but with a no relief in sight. How long, Heart wonder, have it let temptation carve its own path until became what Heart had never wanted itself to become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why indeed..... that is "why" is only a word which brings forth a question which that the Heart grows a desire which can only sought answer to be relieved of inquiry.&lt;br /&gt;An answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, truly Heart wonder, what answer that will be told to me, Heart mused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that paradigm, the heart set waited for a long time. Too long a time indeed the heart sat waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long that even the expression of time itself loses its meaning indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart now grow disconcertingly, stepping dangerously the boundary of paranoia and second-guessing.&lt;br /&gt;The Heart now wasn't like the Heart back then for the Heart, filled with youth and vigor was unfazed by anything as it was its own master.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a joy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many does not know the joy of being free from temptation, to be persistently vibrant and full of innocence as a meadow of white water lilies bathed in spring's soft sunlight. Even so such expression by itself in an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young was the Heart then. Innocent was the Heart then. So bathed with overflowing bliss the Heart was by those who cared for him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till it was tempted by cruel fate.....&lt;br /&gt;Not fate some say, for it was destiny that intertwined them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart grew as the beast of Time strode menacingly by, unknown to any being of the world, sneering and grinning for It knows not even the Heart who controls many beings could escape from Time. It was for Time stood so high and mighty since the start and so it will be for eternity, controlling the fate of others as mere tools.... like dolls on a puppeteer's stages, moving as the Time commanded them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as destiny seemed fit, it was so that a maiden, strode by the length of Heart's eyesight as he was enjoying the morning dawn sun for you see, it enjoyed the feeling the rays left on it as they caressed its body so lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart was curious as a cat at first for He had not known such being even existed. Sure, he had met Greed, a truly horrid monster it was, living further away from this part of the world in the very much gladness of Heart for he not know how to deal with Greed if it ever set foot on Heart's ground. There was Honesty, a magnificent creature with beautiful wings flying ever so high and mighty above the skies as if the skies are limitless and not even once it was bound to the ground like the Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtue and Bravery, were Heart's guardians. Clad in glistening armour they were, armed with swords and spears, they stood tall and proud, overlooking Greed and other foul creatures' land and guarding the boundaries of Heart's land. Maybe for these two, no beast even dared to set foot on Heart's land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart had known also Kindness, a jolly fellow creature who bore on its body awkward clothes but somehow seem to fit its character as like the Sun goes with the Moon. Its clothes were too big for its stout figure but nonetheless, it does not seem to bother it at all. Heart very much liked Kindness, for it had the best stories to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many other creatures had the Heart known. From horrible to all that is good and right, he had known them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this creature in front of it, were all too strange for it for it had not appeared in any wildest dream it had nor any furthest land it had ventured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer it went to the maiden. Then a few steps back.&lt;br /&gt;Closer it went again, shifting between fear of this new being and curiosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One step&lt;br /&gt;Two....&lt;br /&gt;Three....&lt;br /&gt;Then without it even noticing, Heart found itself near to the maiden.... not so correct in fact. But near to ones eyes at one might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where it stood, body hugged so low to the ground that the blades of leaves caressed against it, it watched silently, intrigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How stunningly beautiful was the Maiden was.....&lt;br /&gt;How extravagantly clothed was the Maiden&lt;br /&gt;Gold linen robe flowed down her curved body, hugging gently to her fair white skin like fresh fell snow. Her dark hair, shone brightly in the sunlight that would put even the shiniest of pearls worth to nothing but dust.&lt;br /&gt;Heart gazed and gazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wonderful sight..... it thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To its horror, the Maiden turned and walked towards it. Floating more exactly as if invisible angels were whisking her off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Heart hid.... but to no avail. The Maiden discovered him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is it do you seek for setting your eyes on me? Though you may not be aware, but I know you were watching me for some time now." Maiden asked. Her voice bathed Heart with a feeling that Heart could not comprehend. But it was delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be not alarmed fair maiden for I meant no harm. Just curiosity got the better hold of me you see," Heart paused, thinking of what to say next. An awkward silence lingered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it may not be much too ask, may I know of your name and where you hail from?" Heart asked after much difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiden flushed, and answered meekly, "I am called Love. A creature by the name of Time brought me here from a place i could not recall I am afraid"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tale goes on, Heart and Love grew fonder. At a point in which they became almost as one. Heart had not known such joy even existed and tranced by Maiden's beauty and company. No one thought what that was unfolding in front of their very eyes were destined to be nothing more than pain and suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cept for one. WISDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom, old and aged the creature maybe, but nonetheless experienced it was. For it knew, Love was a maiden long before Heart's eyes were even laid upon her, but not a truly beautiful maiden as Heart perceived Love to be. For you see, within Love carried terrible dark omens.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom knew who was the culprit, for it was Time a creature so detested by even the others that it was shunned from the land of which Heart ruled for as long as Wisdom could remember. With Love's coming, Wisdom knew Heart was playing into Time's evil hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warned the Heart Wisdom had but to no heed had the Heart paid Wisdom. Many occassions Wisdom tried to break Heart and Love apart for he knows what will become of Heart if he yields to Love's every will and whim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Heart, blinded by Love could not see what was unfolding before him. So he ordered Wisdom to be put away, far away, where Wisdom's words and warnings could not reach him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad was the day Wisdom was put away. But Heart did not wept as many of the creatures did, for with Love it was content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to itself, Time was watching its own ploy unfolding nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, on a sunlit midday, Heart and Love met for the usual gathering they had always had. But that day was to be different, for you see, Heart was going to offer the best treasure in the land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Long history the glass heart had... for it was made with Heart's own hands and into it Heart poured Heart's very own soul and feelings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Into the glass carving of Heart itself, the soul of Heart with its accompaniment feelings resided together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The glass heart have kept all of Heart's soul and feelings as long as Heart could rememebr and he treasured it so that he kept it well hidden from every being's view cept for himself but Heart was willing to hand it to Love, for he had to for he cared for Love deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heart's glass heart.&lt;br /&gt;Shall belong to Love that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, came the time when Heart offered his glass heart, though its heart shoned brightly in Love's eyes, Love rejected it for you see, Love does not feel the same care as Heart did for her. A cruel thing to say indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glass heart that was given to her by Heart, she smashed to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stung Heart like a thousand spear thrusted into his very soul. The skies cracked open from the middle of the skies, a dark and saddening brown cloud emerges and grew in a spiderweb-like formation covering the whole sky in its wake. Pain and anguish flowed into him. A feral scream was unleashed by Heart and it was heard even to the land where Wisdom was imprisoned in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;All had been too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time had won like it always had. It had never known defeat and never shall. For it sent Love to break Heart and Love succeeded. Time brought life to Love and it set Love as a bait for Heart to reveal its true treasure for Time does not know where is it hidden. Love owed Time the deed so evil and to Time it seemed ill fitting of someone so beautiful to commit such dastardly deed. But all does not matter now to Time, for Time had won, and Heart will bend to its will however it wanted for you see, the glass heart contained all of Heart's true feelings. With that broken, Heart is but an empty vessel, yielding to anybody's will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as cruel as Love had become as par wish of Time, she could not bear to see Heart suffer like so for you see Love was greater than Kindness as Love overpowered the clucthes of Time and picked up the glass heart and placed the pieces together as best as she could. But try as hard as she might, the pieces could never seem to be placed well with one another as it did before and the jagged ends of the glass pierced and stung her fingers. Carmine blood flowed from her delicate but now scarred hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angered by Love's act, Time summoned Love away from Heart with its great shrilly and evil voice so sickening that it seemed to enveloped the World in pure disgust. Love feared Time greatly, for Time was her master so she obeyed and went off, leaving Heart lying on the ground, motionless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great was destiny was, for Heart did not perish that day while he was greatly wounded. For you see, Love managed to piece together the half that held Heart's soul. However, Heart was never the same again as the other half of the glass heart that stored Heart's feelings lay broken and in pieces it was being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As Time was not heard nor was Love, Heart's soul grew weaker and vanishes bit by bit each passing dawn and dusk. Finally without the knowlegde of anyone, Heart carved out a statue of a beautiful maiden not like that of Love's look but still beautiful it was in the middle of the World. Made of no more than stone, rocks and mud it was born in three passing nights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;In the maiden's hand were a Harp and a scroll..... at her feet, Heart carved out in its own blood...... "Here stands testament of my Memories of Love and for as long as need be it will be beared by this here lovely maiden shall it be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As a testament of that fateful day the statue stood, and Patience was the maiden's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For safeguarding, Heart placed half of the imperfect cracked glass heart which contained its soul on a great tall dias engulfed with great flames for the dias was named as Strength and plain sight it was of Bravery and Virtue so they could stand guard. And stand guard they shall for eternity as Heart, their master had commanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the broken glass heart containing Heart's feelings were placed in a dark gloomy bag of linen, the same breed of linen that Love once wore. Love? Treacherous indeed the woman, but not devoid of care she was. Sealed tightly with a coiled branch of thorned veins in which the pieces were, threatening to injure those who even came close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing the following deed above, Heart dug a hole in the ground, deep into the ground, so deep it dug that it was said to reach the fires of the core of the World. With such great haste it dug that blood poured out of its scarred hands like a rainwater. When it was satisfied with the deepness that it had dug, it placed the linen bag into the hole... its thorns pierced it as Heart did so, a strong reminder of that day which had come to pass now. Then it filled the hole it dug with earth and upon the very spot he began building walls around it. Square in shape it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the World thought of pity of Heart for they cared for it and they offered it counsel, especially Wisdom. But again it paid no heed for it was no longer the Heart everyone knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many feet the walls rose into the air. With only one entrance he made it. Finally it was completed, a lifeless walled building of great depression was built upon the land. Ascended into the heavans it did. Eyes who fell on it turned away as first sight for it was very depressing even to the happiest of folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart called upon Wisdom and gave it a gold key of made. It said to Wisdom clearly but its voice strained by many deep sorrows held within,"Less not be this door opened less Love retuns to my side, if she ever returns. For treacherous as she was, I still cared for her deeply and this still lingers in my hurt and dying soul"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reluctantly Wisdom agreed, honouring Heart's last request before the latching of locks were heard from other side of the entrance. And from there on Heart was never heard from again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is the tale that is told to you with no lies whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;For I, the heart wrote this account as the Sun and Stars passed by over me many times and it is true down to every last word.&lt;br /&gt;Like the rock the ocean beats against, I slowly start to fade away in great anguish, my cry soft but vividly projected to those who cared enough to listen closely to the sighs of mine for does not choose its listeners.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Few came forth to my walls seeking entrance but of course they saw no heed from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Even fewer even listened to my tale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit I washed away, eaten by the beast called Time and enchanted by an cruel yet tempting maiden called Love for Love was Heart's deep desire. The only and only one of mine, held firm in mine thought at all times. As I hate it or loathes it, yet I still cared for Love so madly and so deeply that mentioned parting with Love, an amounted pain so great to bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Chapter 1: The tale of a Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;HOWS THAT FOR A STORY HUH???? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I just feel like telling a story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lol, wait for Chapter 2.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-5760359544025683335?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5760359544025683335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=5760359544025683335&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5760359544025683335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5760359544025683335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/10/tale-of-heart.html' title='The tale of a heart'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-2817599753652122385</id><published>2008-08-01T00:28:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:09:42.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report!!!! REPORT@@!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today I will be blogging about some of the things that happened to me during the past week. It might be a bit long but bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. For starters, the MSC week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it is not multimedia supercorridor or what shit. It is known in intec as the Maths and Science Carnival Day. Yep, sound technical and not that much fun at first. There are a few reasons why that led me into that pessimitic way of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one I don't like participating in events i view as mendokusene...... (troublesome)&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my group is doing something like a heart tunnel....... Uh.... Heart Tunnel?? Huh? Even i dunno what is that.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, &lt;strike&gt; I am a lazy retard &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, the reason why i didn't manage to get the MSC post up was because someone.... in my campus sucks up all the bandwidth like a greedy mutha fu**** .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Actually the fourth one wasnt a reason)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways moving on.......&lt;br /&gt;Lee (known as Isaac kun.... or isaac) A small chibiko (cute boy) from my neighbouring class asked us to gather in the class room used for the displaying purposes for the Heart Tunnel during MSC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you people, working from 5 in the evening to 9 30 at night is damn tiring......&lt;br /&gt;Ngah, that time I was so hungry that I could explode and from being enthusiatic at first, I have become ........... (GET THE F******* JOB DONE WITH ANY MEANS POSSIBLE AND GET MY @$$ BACK TO MY BED AND SLEEPPP!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we ended up with very choppy designs for our board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dont be shocked when you see this pic...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpZPLPdII/AAAAAAAAAsg/lOBU8IHLC74/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpZPLPdII/AAAAAAAAAsg/lOBU8IHLC74/s320/DSC00789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229217262133539970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpZPLPdII/AAAAAAAAAsg/lOBU8IHLC74/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Look like something out of a horror film. It is just to disgusting to see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah I feel like tearing it down and redoing it.....&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiredness + Sleepiness + Laziness = I don't give a ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahahahahahaha, I know it looks bad but I couldnt care no more. My group members also though the same thing.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpY92MuLI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/q0QsJ73QLyE/s1600-h/DSC00785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpY92MuLI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/q0QsJ73QLyE/s320/DSC00785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229217257481877682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yea, my group members, Bala, Kang wee, Samuel The Cat and Isaac.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsMxDfyGTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ZKFZyC1RdhU/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsMxDfyGTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ZKFZyC1RdhU/s320/DSC00726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231789429012699442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Samuel Ling, or known as Garfield or Cat. Why??? Because his chinese name is Ling... Siao Mao (small cat in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics from other groups which did better jobs than us.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpZD-517I/AAAAAAAAAsY/_B2UlKk3fzA/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpZD-517I/AAAAAAAAAsY/_B2UlKk3fzA/s320/DSC00786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229217259129001906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can sense the motivation in their eyes....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpZdjnbhI/AAAAAAAAAso/XBHVql15Lsg/s1600-h/DSC00790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpZdjnbhI/AAAAAAAAAso/XBHVql15Lsg/s320/DSC00790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229217265993870866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The heart and soul they put into their boards......&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8_yWyUUI/AAAAAAAAAto/2o0-t0aNFZg/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8_yWyUUI/AAAAAAAAAto/2o0-t0aNFZg/s320/DSC00813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231772089923555650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balls they have...... Wait, what the f*** is that sack of **** hanging ???&lt;br /&gt;Is this some kind of practical joke??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isaac: It is the alveolus......&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok....  get it. (nods head)&lt;br /&gt;My heart: "What the f*** alveolus gotta do with the heart?? and why the alveolus looks so eerily similar to "family jewels" if u know what i mean"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on...... Samuel ( I think I will refer to him as cat now.....) drove us to McD in Seksyen 2 which is quite near to Seksyen 6 where we stayed in Cendana College before we moved to seksyen 18 Cemara College....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief recap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat : Eh lets go Seksyen 2 wei&lt;br /&gt;Isaac: Ok lor, just the next turning at the round about&lt;br /&gt;(Roundabout near the seksyen 2 bus stop)&lt;br /&gt;Cat veers into the wrong turning&lt;br /&gt;Isaac, Me and bala: WEIIII!!!!! You crazy aaa cat??? You wanna go Dawood izit??? Come we go la.... Since dawood calling us liao..... Dawood miss us... (actually this is a mixed conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Ma Hai , KNN (kan ni neh) le..... I don't wanna go Dawood.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsMxUsipTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/nHeswuRN4fE/s1600-h/DSC00665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsMxUsipTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/nHeswuRN4fE/s320/DSC00665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231789433629615410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The infamous dawood known for its roti telur and never failing daily supplience of kubis goreng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually samuel  goes correctly into McD drivethrough since he dont want to eat there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we saw a car with a very hau lian(sombong) plate..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BWa0H7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/fOBLQfCvdaI/s1600-h/DSC00797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BWa0H7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/fOBLQfCvdaI/s320/DSC00797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231771017272369074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damnnnn hau lian le..... name of the plate say Waw 1111 more like "Wow One One one aaaaa..."&lt;br /&gt;this guy must be damn si ai bin one..... (mati mauk muka punyaaaa...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, one of the lady (waiter) took our orders but she forgot mine. I was kinda pissed that day because I was damn hungry.... I said quite loudly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mai CCB (Cau C* ***)!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;CAT, Isaac, Bala: WOI! You wanna die izit??? U know what area is this or not?!&lt;br /&gt;Kang Wee was as silent as always.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got our orders and we went back and we sleep nicely after eating...... Me and bala forgot to brush our teeth because we fell asleep.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY COMES ALONG&gt;&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSC DAY!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BRgX8EI/AAAAAAAAAtA/J8fqfSykgC4/s1600-h/DSC00800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BRgX8EI/AAAAAAAAAtA/J8fqfSykgC4/s320/DSC00800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231771015953510466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, a lot of people showed up for MSC (actually class was till going on....) And evrything was held there XD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from dissections..... of cute little frogs.... UAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BqnnOLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/PDZ6sxyk7oE/s1600-h/DSC00807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BqnnOLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/PDZ6sxyk7oE/s320/DSC00807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231771022694758578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloooddddd.... and GUTSSSSSS EVERYWHERE!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yep.... I love that the most.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BrmuDWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IzXelx4IXew/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BrmuDWI/AAAAAAAAAtI/IzXelx4IXew/s320/DSC00804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231771022959447394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was also drifting held there, here is one of the cars used. it is actually drifting just that the track it small about as big as a car park nia.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzMogxHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/yAuzq-s0hA0/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzMogxHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/yAuzq-s0hA0/s320/DSC00811.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231782868755203186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a cross section of the heart, I took great pleasure in explaining about the structure of the heart to the onlookers and was poking my fingers around the veins and valves. I wasnt sure whether what I say was correct but I dun care la, main hentam sahaja la..... Mereka (the audiences) angguk-angguk kepala sahaja like i so genius.... MUAHAHAAHAHAAHA.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzc2JrqI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/eOt77kl0ipM/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzc2JrqI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/eOt77kl0ipM/s320/DSC00815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231782873107377826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ya, there was also rocket bottle lauching, here is Chiong's group together with thiru them. they just built the rocket the night before and managed to come out in third place beating many teamns that had prepared beforehand. this is what they call "last minute brings out the best in people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRIVIAL TIME!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;TRIVIAL TIME!!!!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BrlzvXI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Xk4pbtZsipg/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8BrlzvXI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Xk4pbtZsipg/s320/DSC00816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231771022955625842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is found in star..... I forgot what is the name of the person but apparently she is a quite well known fashion designer in malaysia...... She looks a lot like one of my class matesssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8m3 and the rest guess who&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Ping a.k.a Christine. Wakakakaka. Hope she does not see this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second TRIVIA&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND TRIVIA????&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr9AFZlM3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/TU_REt2dYe8/s1600-h/DSC00824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr9AFZlM3I/AAAAAAAAAt4/TU_REt2dYe8/s320/DSC00824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231772095035552626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL IS THIS??!!!&lt;br /&gt;ANY ANSWERS???&lt;br /&gt;GUESS NOW.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEEP!! BEEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMES UP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWER IS IT IS THE GREY MATTER OF YOUR SPINAL CORD SEEN THROUGH A MICROSCOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD TRIVIA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIRD TRIVIA!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsOelwBgVI/AAAAAAAAAwA/K0phWGx8l18/s1600-h/DSC00754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsOelwBgVI/AAAAAAAAAwA/K0phWGx8l18/s320/DSC00754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231791310813364562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS THIS HANDSOME YOUNG MAN?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO&gt;????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANSWER IS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GUY WHO BROKE THE CHEMISTRY LAB DOOR&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; MUTHU!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOURTH TRIVIA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;LAST TRIVIA!!!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8_4FbsuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/YjujvgE_ziA/s1600-h/DSC00818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8_4FbsuI/AAAAAAAAAtg/YjujvgE_ziA/s320/DSC00818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231772091461382882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WHAT SPILLED ON MY PANTS!!!!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWERS???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESSES????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIMES UP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; IT IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEE SUP.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief recap&lt;br /&gt;Me: Eating bihun sup nicely&lt;br /&gt;Bala: (yapping something......)&lt;br /&gt;me : (Modding in agreement.... laughs)&lt;br /&gt;Bala: (continues yapping)&lt;br /&gt;me (Lifts bowl and grabs fork with another hand...... the bowl sways to the right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLOW MO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bowl went like slow mo tipping rightwards....&lt;br /&gt;I was like HHHHHHOOOOOOLLLLLLLYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHHHHHHHHIIIIITTTTT (Water starts pouring out of the bowl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F******************************* (Spills on pants)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This above scene has been overly dramatisced to increase viewer interest. What happen here is never slow moed and it happen like in a split second but the HOLY SHIT F***** was real)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala was laughing like a jackass there. And i had to used a whole box of tissue to wipe it off. luckily it is not katong laksa if not, I wouldnt hear the end of it from bala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENOUGH TRIVIA.... BACK TO BLOGGING...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, OUR CLASS 8M3 participated in chorus speaking in conjuction with the Language awareness night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we practiced 2 weeks before and we are facing two teams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 is a team from ATU&lt;br /&gt;and 1 is a team from ATU, ALG, ALUK, and ALm. Campur-campur one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second team was lead by Shearon.... aka Cai Yan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheh this girl ahhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really want glamour one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use glamour name shearon bohhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiyo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno what to say le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna say damn si ai bin.... not ebough to describe leee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like hau lian hor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, anyway, here's a few funny things that happened as we were practicing.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8__0iIlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/C0K_bABy-b4/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr8__0iIlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/C0K_bABy-b4/s320/DSC00822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231772093537985106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During one of our practices outside the class, we stumbled upon three small kids wandering around. They were excited to see us and was taking our photos. being the bigger kids, Adrian, muthu, Nirmal and me took out our cam phones and took shots. this shot was taken from my K618i. Besides that they were doing and imitating what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed them the sotong dance......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they copied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed the peace out sign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they copied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed the middle finger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't see&lt;br /&gt;Luckily.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  a lot funny things happen during the chorus speaking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, Nirmal became our shining star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the funniest facial expression&lt;br /&gt;He was reincarnated from a chicken in his past life.&lt;br /&gt;He is now forever associated with the "Beepu!!! Beepu!!!" line in our chorus speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly,&lt;br /&gt;The conductor, Sing ping..... was smiling and laughing during the competition that I was finding it hard to hold it in. Not me alone, so was others...... Damn la, after we left the stage my stomach was close to bursting.... from laughter.... All because of Nirmal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a few pics...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr92hycI0I/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZUn3RQSkqdU/s1600-h/DSC00838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr92hycI0I/AAAAAAAAAuI/ZUn3RQSkqdU/s320/DSC00838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231773030368944962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us before the competition starts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr9AMKfK0I/AAAAAAAAAuA/6GAVXcvjrLU/s1600-h/DSC00840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr9AMKfK0I/AAAAAAAAAuA/6GAVXcvjrLU/s320/DSC00840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231772096851290946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all in black!&lt;br /&gt;Performing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was going to upload the video, but the connection is so damn slow that I dc...ed. Arghhh I will upload it in the future.. and..... guess what... WE WON!!!!!!!!! AND WE ARE O PERFORM DURING LANGUAGE AWARE NESS NIGHT!!! WOOHOO!!! BANZAI!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr92xMxE5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/LcWbIDm4mpo/s1600-h/DSC00848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr92xMxE5I/AAAAAAAAAuY/LcWbIDm4mpo/s320/DSC00848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231773034505900946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a photo with Cai yan (I just refuse to call her Shearon XD) and also for the sake of not confusion because there is two sharons..... Another is Sharon lau from my class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So We WENT AND CELEBRATE AS A WHOLE CLASS (except Myra because she got practice but her spirit is with us XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated in the exclusive VIP section in Al-Rafi. XD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzjZiO-I/AAAAAAAAAvo/JWCoIpER4n4/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzjZiO-I/AAAAAAAAAvo/JWCoIpER4n4/s320/DSC00850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231782874866400226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's the guys. Atiq, Muthu, Izzat and Ad Rian (adrian la) from left to right. They did well &lt;strike&gt; embarassing themselves &lt;/strike&gt; during the choral speaking. they are a happy bunch.XD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzV4BlhI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RjX5qQYNtdQ/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzV4BlhI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RjX5qQYNtdQ/s320/DSC00852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231782871236187666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually when i was writing this post, I had already written the post twice, sheetttttt I had to rewrite my stuff twice. right now, I really hate Intec's internet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Thina and Han Loon??? Looks like something might be going on here, So I am going to research deeper into this and bring updates as soon as possible.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr92-xErMI/AAAAAAAAAug/_ArrMX4J5Xw/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr92-xErMI/AAAAAAAAAug/_ArrMX4J5Xw/s320/DSC00855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231773038147841218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Elisha and Nirmal... bound and intertwined by threads of fate.... more like.... paper of fate. I would never forget what happen today and also what Adrian , han loon, and Muthu wrote on the paper. XD ahahahaahha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Here's Our star NIRMAL!!!!!! BECAUSE OF HIM WE ARE ABLE TO CAPTIVATE THE HEARTS OF PEOPLE....... I am giving a wet kiss chu~~~~~~ to him as a thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr92zGPZuI/AAAAAAAAAuo/hCVjkGg2zB0/s1600-h/DSC00851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr92zGPZuI/AAAAAAAAAuo/hCVjkGg2zB0/s320/DSC00851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231773035015399138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; BUTTTTT~~~~~ JUST FOR THE RECORD  AM NOT GAY. It's just a friendship kiss.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Seriously.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;TWO THINGS I CANT STAND&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;1. PEOPLE WASTING FOOD&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr-8eSmkGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/oP_rWrX8tXw/s1600-h/DSC00856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr-8eSmkGI/AAAAAAAAAuw/oP_rWrX8tXw/s320/DSC00856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231774232020947042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A plate of unfinished mee....... Who????!!!! did this great atrocity???Muthu.... all caught up with guilt and shame that he is covering his face and crying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr-8dOrrAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/GNvFwlb6yI4/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr-8dOrrAI/AAAAAAAAAu4/GNvFwlb6yI4/s320/DSC00857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231774231736069122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To Muthu,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;You should really think about the kids in Africa..... their suffering and here you are not eating food. You should be grateful........ u ungrateful ******************. Maybe I should ask Aisyah to suap you~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzZJCIOI/AAAAAAAAAvg/yDwYcbR1NKw/s1600-h/DSC00854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJsGzZJCIOI/AAAAAAAAAvg/yDwYcbR1NKw/s320/DSC00854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231782872112832738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; Muthu and Aisyah or better known as Ais..... Ice Queen (me like XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;2) why, Put out of stock when it is not out of stock??? Retarded??? I saw this in mydin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr-8gOadpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/3ewzuGYsZ7Q/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJr-8gOadpI/AAAAAAAAAvA/3ewzuGYsZ7Q/s320/DSC00861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231774232540247698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hiya.... it is in our genes,,,..... like they say..... as our chorus speaking title goes..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Idiosyncrasies of Malaysians.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh well getting late. Chiao.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6657634117424727214-2817599753652122385?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2817599753652122385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=2817599753652122385&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2817599753652122385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2817599753652122385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/08/report-report.html' title='Report!!!! REPORT@@!!!!'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SJHpZPLPdII/AAAAAAAAAsg/lOBU8IHLC74/s72-c/DSC00789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-8444151175381206068</id><published>2008-07-28T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T00:15:02.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post some photos....</title><content type='html'>I am going to keep this relatively brief because, well i got shitloads of work to do and my arse hurts like hell from sitting on the floor to do my work. Ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SI3oD3v2aYI/AAAAAAAAArw/At9wQJVP5Cw/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SI3oD3v2aYI/AAAAAAAAArw/At9wQJVP5Cw/s320/DSC00762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228089895648913794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case your wondering, this is Juliana with her Bro. Juliana is my senior in INTEc although she is from is American Degree course. She is bound for US soon so those who know her wish her the best of luck. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck Juliana and have a Safe trip. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today in Intec, Muthu and Nirmal broke the door to my Chem lab. Actually it was Muthu. the lecturer was shocked to see Muthu's superhuman power when he pried the door open like opening a tin can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SI3oECEjmBI/AAAAAAAAAr4/WBOCOF3zjso/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SI3oECEjmBI/AAAAAAAAAr4/WBOCOF3zjso/s320/DSC00780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228089898420115474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            The broken door. poor thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SI3oENE5yeI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nEjB9nhg6Nw/s1600-h/DSC00781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SI3oENE5yeI/AAAAAAAAAsA/nEjB9nhg6Nw/s320/DSC00781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228089901374360034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   The co-culprit. Nirmal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole incident washed over us pretty quickly and lecture went on normally untul something caught the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i turned and looked, it was some Ausmat girls and guys trying to build something that look eerily similar to a ballista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you dunno, ballista's are olden day projectile launcher that can fling a javelin (spear like weapons but meant to be thrown) over long distances and can skewer few men in flight. absolutely devastating on ranks of men which usually march in columns that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my instinct took over, and guess what I took out my camera phone and took a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SI3oEZWFtfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XyrjknmlXmQ/s1600-h/DSC00782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SI3oEZWFtfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/XyrjknmlXmQ/s320/DSC00782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228089904667670002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    The suspicious looking group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as i took the photo, my chem lecturer saw it and said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem lecturer: "Wah Hilary, taking photos of the pretty girls outside?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shock* Uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*class laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Oh, they're arent any pretty girls outside. (hey its true. I have high standards)&lt;br /&gt;Chem: Got. there's 5 of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*class laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Me: aiya...... sighhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously the girls out there arent pretty. I am sorry if any girls that are involved in the group saw this but u have to adnmit your weaknesses. I am not handsome but doesnt mean I cant critic who is beautiful or pretty. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying hard that I dun get flamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or labelled as a stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or charged with sexual harassment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-8444151175381206068?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8444151175381206068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=8444151175381206068&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8444151175381206068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8444151175381206068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-some-photos.html' title='Post some photos....'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/SI3oD3v2aYI/AAAAAAAAArw/At9wQJVP5Cw/s72-c/DSC00762.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-1445516919563811709</id><published>2008-07-27T01:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T02:31:50.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just watched X files and Batman</title><content type='html'>Yep, last friday was nice. Went to Sunway to catch two movies in a row. Something I hadn't done in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, at first i wasn't really that hyped out about Batman because..... well i you guys known me long enough, I am not that big on the whole superhero movie thing. Heck, I try to avoid watching superhero movies if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut the story short, the whole batman thing gave me a "Alrite guys, i m not that woo-hoo.... yay.... about Batman but since i have nothing better to do except &lt;strike&gt; watching hentai all day long &lt;/strike&gt; laze around at my run-down what seems to be a lame excuse for an apartment, I will join you guys for a Batman movie.... ALTOUGH I AM NOT THAT EXCITED ABOUT IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we cut the movie screening time pretty close, it's 2:10 pm for Batman and 4:45 pm for X files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the Batman movie started I was like, wow...... this might actually be pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as expected, it turned out GREAT! But not enough to change my thoughts about superhero movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the Joker, he kinda reminds myself of me. And some of the friends that I hang out with. "...ehem ehem" not gonna say who but reach deep into your souls and you might find a Joker within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was great with the movie. I practically like the bat mobile. And the whole sonar imaging thing. The bat bike (I am not sure what they call it) seems nice except the tires seem pretty big for my liking.  Here's to list a few things I like about that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Holy s**t, Joker is crazy. I love the part when he tells the story of how he get the scar on his face. And the part where he blew up the hospital. And also how he won in the end. too bad the actor died. "Let's put a smile on that face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Two-face, Good god does he look scary and rreeaaalllistic. The burnt face and the eyeball is especially cool. cant wait to see more of two face. XD i like the way he decides using the coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;spoiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(SKIP THIS IF YOU HAVENT WATCH THE MOVIE!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;(I WARNED YOU! I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY RIPPING OFF OF YOUR VIEWING FUN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last but not least, the fact that the girl died. The rachel girl was getting annoying to my taste, well, most actresses actually. Like Wanted I was like HOORAY!!!!! ANGELINA JOLIE DIED!!!! WOOHOO!!! HATS OFF TO THE STORY WRITER!. this Batman movie was also same. I was practically happy with her death. Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one note though, If any of you watched 10000 BC. The ending is totally bogus. Evolet should die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, The bat movie was great. but not without my dislikes. Here's to name a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't understand why the Batman have to change his voice so deeply. I recommend Strepsils and drink more water mr Bruce Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This is a superhero movie. Much like other DC comics, there's too much hero does not die or never in any life threatening predicament where he could just couldnt wriggle himself out of. Or also hero kicks major ass and doesnt even one time gets a serious injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer movies that are war themed. Like matrix where the hero dies. Maybe they should make a war themed movie. too much fantasy crap is out on the market already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after Batman we rushed to watch X-files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the truth&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BORRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Good lord I can just feel the pain in my @$$ after sitting through one hour 30 mins of crap. (it feels longer than that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything is wrong about the movie. There are no freaking aliens, monsters, not even a fairy pixie??!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All they have was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A PEDOPHILIC PSYHIC ALL SEEING PASTOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, woohoo. Exciting. I can feel my soul screaming for joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ripofff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing good about the movie was, the fact that President Bush's scene was funny. Xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the FBI chick was HOT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make that two things then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the movie, boring. Shitty and crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I feel better watching flies fly to thier deaths in a bug zapper that watch this movie again. Trust me, someone can die of multiple brain lesions led by extreme boredom by watching this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER WATCH THIS MOVIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless someone straps a C-4 on your mouth and puts you in a room filled with barrels of gasoline. And says "why so serious??? Let's put a smile on that face" and starts slicing your cheeks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when that happens, feel free to just die than watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all, intec's internet is getting slow. Late dudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/spoiler!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-1445516919563811709?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1445516919563811709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=1445516919563811709&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1445516919563811709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1445516919563811709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-watched-x-files-and-batman.html' title='Just watched X files and Batman'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-2768110180258871477</id><published>2008-07-21T22:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:36:59.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let life take you on a ride..... and you realize the ride was as exciting as a log ride in the theme park. Wow...</title><content type='html'>I borrowed my next door neighbour's laptop to go on blogging because I am too lazy to do my mathematics homework. Seriously, you wouldnt want to be doing Maths after jogging at the park and your legs turn to jello. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About posting pictures, I decided to post pictures if needs be because the slow internet connection in Shah Alam really annoys me to the bone. Its not like at home where i can stream youtube and my mouth didn't have to injure itself screaming " F***, f***, f***, f***" in rapid succesion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw the rate of F*** coming out of my mouth is around 1.5 per second. XD which makes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 X 1.5 = &lt;strike&gt; better than you &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;strike&gt; 70 ?? &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, I need a calculator.....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;90 f***s per minute. Yep, that is fast. wow, it's like i cant even do 1 X 2 without the calculator now. Good God, I just realized how degenerated my brain is really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost equivalent to a senile old man.&lt;br /&gt;That is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, where was i?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the internet connection here. I could really be pissing a lot pissworth of piss regarding the internet here that i bet i can drown the whole earth in my piss but to save readers of my blog (if any) the trouble and agony of having to read my post and go "THIS GUY NEEDS TO GET A LIFE!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey,,,,, I got a life. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On second though, I realized my life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Everything sucks&lt;br /&gt;Even this blog sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people who ended up reading this post must suck even more.&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops, i was just feeling a bit mean today. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting the internet thing aside......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get straight to blogging bussiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brief Recap of Lab Experiment that I did Today. Test for aldehydes and ketones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;respect for the people who does not know what are aldehydes and ketones, (even the spell check in blogger marks it as an error)&lt;br /&gt;ketones and aldehydes are carbon compounds. Yep, and it exist in your lives people. Its functional group is a carbon double bonded with an oxygen atom ( known as C=O bond)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, see? I actually teach something useful in my blog. Now flood me with your praise. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was happily mindind my bussiness testing for the presence of the functional groups. One of the tests involve the usage of DNP. (2,4 dinitrophenylhydrazine). Dun worry it's not as complicated as the name implies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that, It is also known as Brady reagent, with molecular formula of C&lt;sub&gt;6&lt;/sub&gt;H&lt;sub&gt;3&lt;/sub&gt;(NO&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;)&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;NHNH&lt;sub&gt;2&lt;/sub&gt;. It has a CAS registry number of 119-26-6) &lt;b&gt;(CAS registry numbers&lt;/b&gt; are unique numerical identifiers for chemical compounds, biological sequences, mixtures and  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;alloys.&lt;/span&gt;) And also its,&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLIFIED MOLECULAR INPUT LINE ENTRY SPECIFICATION (SMILES) is like SOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NNc1ccc(cc1[N+]([O-])=O)[N+]([O-])=O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but my reaction was                        &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;)=O (WHAT THE F***???)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW THE HELL IS THAT SIMPLIFIED????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We should bust the chemists ass back to kindergarden and make them realized what is simplified. Anyway, I was happily using the DNP when some spilled onto my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like "LAlalalala, adding chemi..... (spill) Holy *bleep* *bleep*"&lt;br /&gt;And tell you, DNP stinks like shit. I was hoping it wasnt corrosive or my career will be over before it started. luckily it wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;(I KNOW SOMEONE OUT THERE WAS WISHING FOR THAT. AHAHAHAHA IT DIDNT HAPPEN!!!! TOO BAD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was washing my hand like mad until i could feel my skin coming out. but the yellow stain stayed on my right thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i had to bear with this stench on my thumb. Right now it even stinks while i am blogging and I cant rub my nose with my right hand or i would die of the smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was writing this blog, I went to wikipedia and searched for DNP.&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dinitrophenylhydrazine is relatively sensitive to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shock_%28mechanics%29" title="Shock (mechanics)"&gt;shock&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friction" title="Friction"&gt;friction&lt;/a&gt;; it is a shock explosive so care must be taken with its use. It is a red to orange solid, usually supplied wet to reduce its explosive hazard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!!!!!! I AM WEARING A FREAKING EXPLOSIVE ON MY HAND???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, If tomorrow's newspaper you see "Guy dies in Freak Explosive accident" that would be me. So i am inviting you guys to come to my funeral beforehand. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it is getting late. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-2768110180258871477?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2768110180258871477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=2768110180258871477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2768110180258871477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2768110180258871477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/let-life-take-you-on-ride-and-you.html' title='Let life take you on a ride..... and you realize the ride was as exciting as a log ride in the theme park. Wow...'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-3776755233447750279</id><published>2008-07-18T08:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:52:55.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have decided to resume blogging.</title><content type='html'>Well, after a long period of slumber i have decided to revive my blog. Not that its dying. Just that the blog had become like me. Lazy, fat and couldnt care less for whats going on in the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;Just that my Maths class starts in ten minutes and i am in the library and instead of looking for my mathematical articles i have decided to come upon my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has changed to my blog when i first see it. Well, duh i havent updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got about ten minutes to write about something before hauling my ass into statistics class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea btw, i really hate statistics.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i gotta stop blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I got told off by a officer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-3776755233447750279?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3776755233447750279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=3776755233447750279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3776755233447750279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3776755233447750279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-decided-to-resume-blogging.html' title='I have decided to resume blogging.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-8218698908589818346</id><published>2008-04-18T09:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:08:18.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy ness</title><content type='html'>I can sadly say my dead is almost confirmed dead.....&lt;br /&gt;This post is just a sad attempt on reviving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like giving a CPR for a bullet wound to the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or giving bandaging someone's ***** when he suffers from AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Well it helps from spreading the disease. But you get my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to blog, but i was caught up with many &lt;strike&gt; games, manga, porn &lt;/strike&gt; studies that I couldn't find time to blog. To make matters worse than they already are, guess what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CENDANA F***ing DISCONNECTED THE INTERNET FOR THE ROOMS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gawd.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can this be any more cruel to a guy who suffered....&lt;br /&gt;GREAT....&lt;br /&gt;Even internet in INTEC com lab disconnects when I blog&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is a measure to prevent "abuse"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, what is a guy who is depraved from anime, &lt;strike&gt;porn&lt;/strike&gt; do beside crapping on his meagre blog which no one looks at and crap about stuff that you people do not care or understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I want to keep this short and brief because I feel the aura of menace that whatever I am typing now might be syphoned and broadcasted to the directors office and next thing you now, I will be off the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks being a student&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-8218698908589818346?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8218698908589818346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=8218698908589818346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8218698908589818346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8218698908589818346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/04/lazy-ness.html' title='Lazy ness'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-8848323084883964338</id><published>2008-02-10T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T01:00:12.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New YEar post.</title><content type='html'>You guys must be expecting a very very very long post about what i did  for the past few months. But sorry to say that you will be disappointed. All you get is a few sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Something wrong with my bluetooth adapter so i cant send pictures into my com&lt;br /&gt;2. I forgot to bring my cable back&lt;br /&gt;3. Even if i did, I didnt have the cd.&lt;br /&gt;4. My nokia is still busted&lt;br /&gt;5. Angpau money this year very little.&lt;br /&gt;6. Intec gave me a short holiday so I cant really visit all of my friend's houses&lt;br /&gt;7. Isabel wore high heels for the first time in her life nearly tripping herself over when she walked. (Kekekekekeke) ( i didn't take a pic for the fear of my life)&lt;br /&gt;8. Got pwned in command and conquer.&lt;br /&gt;9. Still suck in DotA&lt;br /&gt;10. Still hates DotA&lt;br /&gt;11. Internet connection damn slow&lt;br /&gt;12. Added a few animes to list of watched already,  the following is Moyashimon, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei, and Kage Kara Mamoru. One anime I forgot to list down during the holidays was Chibi Vampire Karin. I finished Elfen Lied also. XD&lt;br /&gt;13. Chris still hates anime. Anime = porn.&lt;br /&gt;14. Lazy to blog liao. Sometime later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed at going back to Shah Alam I could bust a testical.&lt;br /&gt;Any volunteers anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-8848323084883964338?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8848323084883964338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=8848323084883964338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8848323084883964338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8848323084883964338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year-post.html' title='Chinese New YEar post.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-429896132700072207</id><published>2008-01-05T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T18:19:05.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay. Long POST! Woohoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know i know. I rarely update my blog. Its not like i dun want to update is just that I am lazy and my Romance of The Three Kingdom game got me preoccupied. (Currently trying to unify China under my evil hand. Muahahahaha. Any officers that I capture shall be decapitated. Ahahaha) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this holiday have been fun, boring, sad, happy, crazy, lame and cool. Basically I did a lot of things in this holiday but not my homework though because homeworks=holiday turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, my MUM forced me to try this facially mask which my brother used. I felt was kinda funny so i decided to take a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TOZEEhNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1zyt1jWkzw8/s1600-h/Image%281722%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TOZEEhNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1zyt1jWkzw8/s320/Image%281722%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151716899213837522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First Event: Got FLAMED by TUNA Fans.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One day, I got on my computer and started doing shit like chatting and downloading mp3s. Since I seldom update my blog, my friends would always go to my Cbox and leave a short message so I decided to check it out. Guess, what i found on my cBox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Katieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee (Wow, katieeeeeeee thats a very long nameeeeeeeeeeee) posted something on the cbox in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Katieee: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You suck. Wtf? Even if Toma is gay, why the crap would you care? ..And what the hell is the point of a blog like this? I don't believe your post. If you're not a troll, you're dumb. Plz be a troll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;First off, you suck is overused too cliche'. You should say something more hotly like FUCK YOUUUU in the ASS or God you are so FUCKING RETARTED! Bah, you suck. LOL. I can just laugh my ass off from that. Well, and also about the what's the point of a blog like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i thought that people have the FREEDOM! TO SAY WHATEVER THEY WANT, WHENEVER THEY WANT when blogging. I do not take pleasure in holding back myself from shouting profanities or hurling insults towards celebrities &lt;strike&gt;or my friends &lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and uhh, I dont really like repeating myself all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In my opinion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blog= retarted= i post crap = dont read if you cant take it= go read a FUCKING reader's digest! = or watch The Sound of Music until your eyes bleed out= my blog is non-educational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you still dont get the point, you're beyond help. Go fuka3. (Go figure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, so what if Toma's cute? He is lovely and what not? He is just an idol. Throw away the glitz and glamour he would be nothing more than a guy with pretty looks. You'd probably wont even remember his goddamn name if he isn't famous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, I dont really HATE TOMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just  because he is a celebrity doesnt mean i cant poke fun at him. Hell, look at all the other artists we poked fun at. So you say that that is justified?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh, "I didnt really get the if you're not a troll, you're dumb. Please be a troll" part.  Such childish comments dont work on me. I had my friends hurl insults at me like "OH FUCK YOU GODDAMMIT!" or "SHUT UP AND DIE YOU PIECE OF FUCK!" or "HAHAHA, LOOK AT YOU NOW YOU ASSHOLE!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Katieeeeeee, for lending me an idea for writing my post about flaming you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and uh, some anonymous dude posted this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b class="pn_std"&gt;anonymous&lt;/b&gt;: seriously why r u hating someone who doesn't know u at all... it's sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I hate people introducing themselves as anonymous. Well, I had to say Katiee you got some courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, people had already been like that since centuries ago, hating each other although they never met face to face. Well, for instance Adolf Hitler. Hated by many Americans. Napoleon. Hated by Prussians and the British. As you can see, i am just following the tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about Tuna. I dont really wanna post this up but since you guys provoked me into it. I guess it cant be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats Off TO &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIPPO POTATO MOOSE WHO RECENTLY JOINED THE TOMA HATE CLUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Ei Chi, Hana don't take offense ya. LOL. All in the name of blogging fun. XD&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you guys for supporting me as well. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Second Event: Outing with people WHO RETURNED from Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was really happy that I was able to meet my pals who ventured into the land of the surfdudes and the birthplace of the Crocodile Hunter who died in the hands of an evil stingray. What a way to go, he could have died in his deathbed surrounded by his dearest family members, but he died in a watery grave.&lt;br /&gt;Moving ON.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was obviously late to the gathering at the Sarawak Plaza's pizza hut because at that time i was still relearning the process to drive from my mum. Thanks Mum! (But I really hope she wont find this blog because I would be seriously killed by my mum for what I post on this blog isn't meant for parental eyes....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frustrating thing is.......&lt;br /&gt;1. Isabel arrived already but by the time i reach there she was nowhere to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;2.Jason cant drive so he had to follow Gloria's car.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jason was late and so was gloria and charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;4. We took A LOT OF time to decide which pizza to order. (JUST ORDER THE GODDAMNED PIZZA!!! I AM HUNGRY GODDAMMIT! LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36AEJEEg1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/770jt6MDvvc/s1600-h/Image%281705%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36AEJEEg1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/770jt6MDvvc/s200/Image%281705%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151695832399250258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jason and Isabel both returned from Australia. Still the same. (Isabel still have time to message people when we talking what to order horr...... I feel like whacking her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36ADJEEgzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/5ClvPYOXb1A/s1600-h/Image%281703%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36ADJEEgzI/AAAAAAAAAlY/5ClvPYOXb1A/s200/Image%281703%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151695815219381042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Group photo time. My Nokia handphone quality was really bad. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36ADpEEg0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/u7I1I0TGY_I/s1600-h/Image%281704%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36ADpEEg0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/u7I1I0TGY_I/s200/Image%281704%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151695823809315650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Paying the bills. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36ACZEEgyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Ictv5xGvbmY/s1600-h/Image%281702%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36ACZEEgyI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Ictv5xGvbmY/s200/Image%281702%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151695802334479138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture of Isabel's thigh? You guys must be wondering why I took this huh?! Lemme tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahem... Here's how it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hilary: So I heard from Jason you grown quite fat hor? *smiles sinisterly*&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Yalor.&lt;br /&gt;Isabel : *pinches Hilary* Where got! DONT LISTEN TO JASON!&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: *Looks down* Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: OI! What you looking at?&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: Tu ka leg. (Pork thigh legs)&lt;br /&gt;Isabel : *GAWR* *PINCHES REALLY HARD NOW* WHAT!!! SAY AGAIN?!&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: Okok, can make chu kiok fan. (Pork leg rice)&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: WARGH!!!!!! *PINCHES EXTREMELY HARD*&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: I SUBMIT!!!!! LET GO!&lt;br /&gt;Jason, Isabel, Mang Yik, Nasrin and Charlotte laughing hyenically.(hyena + cally= like a hyena)&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: *Lets go of my arm*&lt;br /&gt;Jason: blablabla with isabel&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: *whips out his phone* *snaps a picture*&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: WOI!!!! *THE CUBITTING CONTINUED*&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: I wanna post it on the net!&lt;br /&gt;Isabel: You better dun aaaa......... (Regardless here is it. I hope my arm would survive her next encounter if she she's me posting this. Please dont tell her for my sake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Guys. Rules I learned the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;1. Never ever pull a girl's pony tail no matter how tempting it may be.&lt;br /&gt;2. Never ask a girl of her age.&lt;br /&gt;3. Try to take off as many reasonable years off as possible from your estimation of a woman's age to get on her good side. Works on my lecturers. LOL&lt;br /&gt;4. Never ask a girl of her weight though her heigh seems fine as long as she's not a midget.&lt;br /&gt;5. Never ever snap photos of a girl's tu ka leg like I did. I risked my left arm for that and it was bruised for days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36Bd5EEg3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/6xvTFlWr5H0/s1600-h/Image%281707%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36Bd5EEg3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/6xvTFlWr5H0/s200/Image%281707%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151697374292509554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After pizza hut, we went to star to watch a movie. I forgot what it was but it was ok i guess. Oh yea, the Mega-what-fuck. I didnt give a shit. The story was crappy. Ah, dammit, my face is lit by the sunlight!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36AEpEEg2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/ojv55tV60uw/s1600-h/Image%281706%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36AEpEEg2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/ojv55tV60uw/s200/Image%281706%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151695840989184866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isabel, With her hair tied back in a pony tail. Really tempted to pull it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36BeZEEg4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/6GM0u-QvQxU/s1600-h/Image%281708%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36BeZEEg4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/6GM0u-QvQxU/s200/Image%281708%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151697382882444162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yea, faye joined us for the movie an ei chi also. Here is a pic of them shopping at Parkson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36BfpEEg5I/AAAAAAAAAmI/D13YgtaTUN8/s1600-h/Image%281709%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36BfpEEg5I/AAAAAAAAAmI/D13YgtaTUN8/s200/Image%281709%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151697404357280658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here's the creepy Santa Claus robot that I saw with one of the group. If I am not mistaken, it was eichi right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Event Three: Anime COSPLAY LETDOWN. AND HOLY @#$%# CYBER PARTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Ei chi-sama said that there was an anime cosplay gathering at Friendship park I wanted to go and take a look for myself because I had never been to one before. (Btw, I made a mistake by uploading small pictures instead of bigger ones. Sigh. But I guess it will have to do for now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, Chris asked me to go CC with him and a couple of others. So I drove him there but since the route to the CC was passing by Friendship Park I decided to drop by to say hi to Ei Chi-sama and see for myself what is this anime cosplaying is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris was really angry at me at that time because I was already late for the CC event and I wasted a lot of time driving. (My top speed is 60 km/h)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really disappointed because apparently I came to early........ T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only thing I could see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36BhpEEg7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Coq1BGUg4cE/s1600-h/Image%281711%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36BhpEEg7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/Coq1BGUg4cE/s200/Image%281711%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151697438717019058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A girl in a kimono. But I doubt that that is a kimono. But I dunno what anime she is cosplaying as? (eichi sama...... tell me wei. Jigoku Shoujo har?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G9JEEg8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/UIHsN2tnOv0/s1600-h/Image%281712%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G9JEEg8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/UIHsN2tnOv0/s200/Image%281712%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151703408721560514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Ei Chi's friend. Forget name liao. Gomen nasai. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G95EEg9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/rTLPymkZm4Y/s1600-h/Image%281713%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G95EEg9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/rTLPymkZm4Y/s200/Image%281713%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151703421606462418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ei Chi was a bit camera shy maybe because of the SOFT T-shrit she is wearing. (Only Eichi will get this part LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G-JEEg-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/zaOgegWUSdc/s1600-h/Image%281715%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G-JEEg-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/zaOgegWUSdc/s200/Image%281715%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151703425901429730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a bit of persuasion..... more like instantaneous, she agreed to take photo. And I did. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G-ZEEg_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Wk2StkjUy64/s1600-h/Image%281716%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G-ZEEg_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Wk2StkjUy64/s200/Image%281716%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151703430196397042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, me and Chris left Friendship park and headed to Roamnet. I was really shocked by the number of people who came. There was , Frederick, Chris Chung, Chris Chin, Faye and her onii chan, joseph, Caleb, Gary and Christopher's friends. All together I think there was 13 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wow, the first time we ever had a full game of DotA with the rest playing Command and Conquer 3. CounterStrike is where I had the most fun at. Killing people with guns and then bragging about it is fun. It was chaos. Bam! He's dead and then bang the next shot you're dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the best CC experience ever. I wish I could have another CC party like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Event 3: Dinner with my friends. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Westwood must be one of the place to go if you're looking for western food. Cheap and the quality is okay. Anyways, me, chris, terri and isabel went for the dinner around 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Secret conversation between Chris and me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I bet the girls are late.&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: I bet they are not. (You girls should thank me for sticking up for you girls)&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Let's make a bet&lt;br /&gt;(The bet part is secret)&lt;br /&gt;7 pm sharp.......&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: they are still not here.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: HAH! See?!&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In actual fact there's no bet) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL. The girls were late by 20-30 minutes. I think.Kekeke. So rude to ask guys to wait. Hor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36MgpEEhBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/oQe13fWITMo/s1600-h/IMG_3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36MgpEEhBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/oQe13fWITMo/s320/IMG_3790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151709516165055506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how Chris looked before the girls arrive&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36MhpEEhDI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qRl4S7_mqfg/s1600-h/IMG_3793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36MhpEEhDI/AAAAAAAAAnY/qRl4S7_mqfg/s320/IMG_3793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151709533344924722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally the girls arrived at some point. I almost wore the 5J T-shirt that Bel was wearing. Luckily i didn't. LOL. By the way, the Ceaser Salad you see at the bottom right hand corner? The greenish pile of crap? Dont ever order that!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36Mg5EEhCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/0cG_-sv75Bw/s1600-h/IMG_3792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36Mg5EEhCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/0cG_-sv75Bw/s320/IMG_3792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151709520460022818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabel got a smiley faced mushroom soup. XD. Looks just like her don't cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself to Mixed grill which set me back around 21 bucks but all in the name of food LOL. Since I was the one who ordered the fucking salad i was the one who actually ate 95% of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Terri got us Christmas presents. She gave me a snow globe and Chris a headphone.&lt;br /&gt;I got her music CD by Fall Out Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun that time. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Event 4: Watching I am LEGEND!!!! And how I got ripped of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O65EEhJI/AAAAAAAAAoI/HoylGY-VIj8/s1600-h/IMG_3804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O65EEhJI/AAAAAAAAAoI/HoylGY-VIj8/s320/IMG_3804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151712166159877266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chris, Isabel and Terri wanted to go watch I am Legend so being the only person who actually drives. Chris just sat for his exam and he passed it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad way to start things was I was seen by my own parents while I was breaking the law in front of Star Cineplex going into the carpark area. I cut into another lane (although I saw the car coming to a halt) without signalling. My mum was pointing her finger at me based on Chris' account of the story. To make matters worse, I was alreay 30 minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhhh..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, the four of us went across the street for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Kolo mee at RM3.50  for a small lump which i finished in three bites. Fuck! I was still fucking hungry! I didn't take my lunch before going there! Oh well, anggap the money as donation lor. Kannineh!&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of photos I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O5ZEEhGI/AAAAAAAAAnw/SMzkroT-EK8/s1600-h/IMG_3800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O5ZEEhGI/AAAAAAAAAnw/SMzkroT-EK8/s320/IMG_3800.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151712140390073442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36MhpEEhEI/AAAAAAAAAng/gvDwHkwXXG4/s1600-h/IMG_3797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36MhpEEhEI/AAAAAAAAAng/gvDwHkwXXG4/s320/IMG_3797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151709533344924738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O6ZEEhII/AAAAAAAAAoA/I0dnXB1yWxc/s1600-h/IMG_3803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O6ZEEhII/AAAAAAAAAoA/I0dnXB1yWxc/s320/IMG_3803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151712157569942658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O6ZEEhHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/5pmNzJJfGnA/s1600-h/IMG_3801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O6ZEEhHI/AAAAAAAAAn4/5pmNzJJfGnA/s320/IMG_3801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151712157569942642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36Mh5EEhFI/AAAAAAAAAno/tc5L938W1dU/s1600-h/IMG_3799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36Mh5EEhFI/AAAAAAAAAno/tc5L938W1dU/s320/IMG_3799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151709537639892050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dunno why these girls are interested with movie cardboard cutouts but I guess they cant be helped. Dont ask me about their weird fetishes with actors in cardboard cut outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM LEGEND was kinda okay but I felt it was kinda clich'e.&lt;br /&gt;There are a few reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Medicine cure for cancer turning people violent and making the vunerable to sunlight? Hmm, Biohazard.... Resident Evil... 28 weeks later....... Been there done that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;The movie is famous because of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Not enough action.&lt;br /&gt;After watching Resident Evil.... I'd say boooo!!!!!!! What THE FUCK! RIP OFF!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No hot chicks&lt;br /&gt;At least in Resident Evil there was no hot chicks but at least there are KICK ASS chicks. Works as well as hot chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. Grenades are not that powerful enough to cause a conflagaration. It would take a Incendiary Grenade to do that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TN5EEhLI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0HcL0-fMMSU/s1600-h/IMG_3807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TN5EEhLI/AAAAAAAAAoY/0HcL0-fMMSU/s320/IMG_3807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151716890623902898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the movies. We spent about 30-50 minutes discussing where we should go next. A routine experience if you ask me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O65EEhKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3yuYSOo6_Xs/s1600-h/IMG_3806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36O65EEhKI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/3yuYSOo6_Xs/s320/IMG_3806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151712166159877282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris Chung checking out hot chicks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R385npEEhQI/AAAAAAAAApA/-rGKkhBLJBI/s1600-h/IMG_3806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R385npEEhQI/AAAAAAAAApA/-rGKkhBLJBI/s400/IMG_3806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151899851935745282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's an enlarged version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVENT 5: Going out with A local delicacy, a walking computer manual and a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LOL, what i meant was I went out with Mee Kok, Piaw and Ei chi for a movie. Chris Chung and Gary also came to watch NAtional treasure with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, National treasure was great. Far greater than I am legend. It was way above my xpectations. (You can see my post is getting shorter because I am very lazy to type already.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some pictures taken then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TOJEEhMI/AAAAAAAAAog/k0fpnOshFW0/s1600-h/Image%281718%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TOJEEhMI/AAAAAAAAAog/k0fpnOshFW0/s320/Image%281718%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151716894918870210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At secret recipe near Upwell area. Fuck you Piaw!LOL.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G-pEEhAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/I36Roz6csAk/s1600-h/Image%281717%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36G-pEEhAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/I36Roz6csAk/s200/Image%281717%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151703434491364354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TOpEEhOI/AAAAAAAAAow/XJPoe-jaQUY/s1600-h/Image%281720%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TOpEEhOI/AAAAAAAAAow/XJPoe-jaQUY/s320/Image%281720%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151716903508804834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TO5EEhPI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vQpLYZwTQlw/s1600-h/Image%281721%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TO5EEhPI/AAAAAAAAAo4/vQpLYZwTQlw/s320/Image%281721%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151716907803772146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my Chocolate Cheese cake. After I ate this one, I get the feeling that I will not be eating anymore cheesecakes in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE SECTION BELOW IS NOT MEANT FOR THOSE WHO HATE ANIMES . PLEASE KINDLY DIVERT YOUR ATTENTION ELSEWHERE &lt;strike&gt;GO DOWNLOAD CHEAP PORN FLICKS &lt;/strike&gt; LIKE YOUR PET CAT OR WABBIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's a hort list of anime and anime movies I watched during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Black Lagoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39IfpEEhUI/AAAAAAAAApg/no6XFXgNYNA/s1600-h/black+lagoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39IfpEEhUI/AAAAAAAAApg/no6XFXgNYNA/s320/black+lagoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151916207171208514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, This anime was KICK ASS GOOD!!!!!!! I personally would give it a solid 5/5. It tells the story of illegally tradings, the triads, the mafia and all the undergound shit. The anime is action packed with Revi The Two Hands with her Cutlass handguns killing off enemies right and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Type: Gunslinging, kick ass and bloody.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lovely Complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39KepEEhcI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lS9JKeiZ2sM/s1600-h/lovely+complex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39KepEEhcI/AAAAAAAAAqg/lS9JKeiZ2sM/s320/lovely+complex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151918389014595010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This comical anime is good if you want to have some laughs and at the same time experience the troubling times of a tall amazonian girl and a stunted dwarf guy. This anime reminds me of Honey and Clover. Xd which reminds me to watch honey and clover live action when it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Type: Funny, comical and sad love comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Claymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39If5EEhVI/AAAAAAAAApo/NOTFwqEGF-g/s1600-h/claymore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39If5EEhVI/AAAAAAAAApo/NOTFwqEGF-g/s320/claymore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151916211466175826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This anime was totally awesome. Bloody like hell. I think even elfen lied's random violence sucked hard compared to this one. Heads flying, bodies riddled with holes and transformation of perfectly beautiful girls into blood thirsty killing monsters was .... wow!!!! Dammit! The anime also has many Unexpected twists and the hero of the anime aint that overused type of heroes you see in many animes.&lt;br /&gt;Type: Sword slashing, monster killing, guts flying anime.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;10&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lucky Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Ke5EEhdI/AAAAAAAAAqo/0Vdr2_5q12M/s1600-h/lucky-star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Ke5EEhdI/AAAAAAAAAqo/0Vdr2_5q12M/s320/lucky-star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151918393309562322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This anime is fucking funny, non stop comical acts and points on life and the utter stupidity of the type of people living in the society. LOL. The artwork may remind you of Pani Poni Dash which is as random and comical as this one. A MUST WATCH if you want to relax.&lt;br /&gt;Type: Slice of Life, comical and random.&lt;br /&gt;Rating &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nodame Cantabile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39KfJEEheI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7KhQsyD0pJE/s1600-h/nodame+cantabile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39KfJEEheI/AAAAAAAAAqw/7KhQsyD0pJE/s320/nodame+cantabile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151918397604529634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Another awesome anime which is almost similar to honey and clover just that instead of arts... they focus on MUSIC!!!!! Orchestral music! GYABO!!!! Nodame is damn kawaii and hentai! LOL. VERY VERY VERY NICE ANIME TO WATCH!!!!!! WATCH IT PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;Type: Musical, comedy love story.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;10&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39KfJEEhfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/H3SRUTaI4U8/s1600-h/nodame+live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39KfJEEhfI/AAAAAAAAAq4/H3SRUTaI4U8/s320/nodame+live.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151918397604529650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owh, And I watched the live action too. I will count this into the list of my 20 anime movies, dramas and series I watched.&lt;br /&gt;The Story in the life action is a bit off but the react the same ending anyway. The actress playing Nodame really looked like Nodame and Chiaki was like Chiaki. Watch the live series if you cant get enough of the anime like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kenkou Zenrakei Suieibu Umisho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39NbZEEhkI/AAAAAAAAArg/8qsfyj86YqM/s1600-h/umisho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39NbZEEhkI/AAAAAAAAArg/8qsfyj86YqM/s320/umisho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151921631714903618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy shit this anime is damn perverted! But at the same time is is really damn funny! I wont say much about this anime. You guys just have to watch it and find out what's the hype all about! KYA!!!!!! (Sorry for the partial nudity but I know you guys aren't that innocent anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Type: Swimming  comedy anime&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Cat Returns (Movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39NbJEEhiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/yIg5dRC0EpQ/s1600-h/the+cat+returns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39NbJEEhiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/yIg5dRC0EpQ/s320/the+cat+returns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151921627419936290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This anime movie by Studio Ghibli is way awesome. I just love the way they do their story telling. It's not lame like what we usually have from story telling animes but this movie is worthwhile to watch. Xd&lt;br /&gt;Type: Supernatural, school girl, cat adventure anime movie.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Girl Who Leapt through Time(Movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39NbJEEhjI/AAAAAAAAArY/t6xODgiJrwE/s1600-h/the+girl+who+leapt+through+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39NbJEEhjI/AAAAAAAAArY/t6xODgiJrwE/s320/the+girl+who+leapt+through+time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151921627419936306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This anime is unbelievably nice. Either way, it tells the story of how one can try to change the past but realize that by changing the past actually brings misfortunes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Type: Time travel, adventure drama&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jigoku Shoujo Futakomori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39JrJEEhaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Y0OQF63XIWA/s1600-h/jigokushoujo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39JrJEEhaI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Y0OQF63XIWA/s320/jigokushoujo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151917504251332002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Do you want to try dying once? Ippen shindemiru?" Wakaka...After I watched the first season I was dying to get my hands on the Hell Girl's second season. And thanks to Ei Chi's direction to a online anime streaming website www.cruncyroll.com I was able to watch this. And I tell you, although this anime is not comical, but the ending was superb. I loved how the story ends. I dont want to spoil this for those who wanna watch just let me say that this is one hell of a good anime.&lt;br /&gt;Type: Horror drama&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Potemayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Na5EEhgI/AAAAAAAAArA/Yk0JYH1-ZMM/s1600-h/potemayo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Na5EEhgI/AAAAAAAAArA/Yk0JYH1-ZMM/s320/potemayo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151921623124968962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To start things of this anime is really really weird and as you can tell from the title it is meant to be funny. AND IT IS! I was laughing my head of with the comical acts in this anime. A must watch if you want to have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Type: Supernatural, funny chibi anime&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10 (The cuteness and  potemayo annoys me sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Binbo Shimai Monogatari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39IfpEEhTI/AAAAAAAAApY/-h-lCcayRhE/s1600-h/binbo+shimai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39IfpEEhTI/AAAAAAAAApY/-h-lCcayRhE/s320/binbo+shimai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151916207171208498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The tale of two poor sisters getting by with their lives after their parents died. A very heart warming story with its funny moments.&lt;br /&gt;Type: Sisters, livelihood, A slice of Life drama&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;9.2&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;High School Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Jq5EEhXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vnuHTTbvHeg/s1600-h/Girls+High+School.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Jq5EEhXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/vnuHTTbvHeg/s320/Girls+High+School.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151917499956364658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This anime is higly perverted but not to the extent of hentai. XD. It is really funny and it depicts the life of three high school girls in facing their life in high school. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Type: highscool, ecchi and comedy&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hand Maid May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39S95EEhlI/AAAAAAAAAro/KAhjL0HZvss/s1600-h/hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39S95EEhlI/AAAAAAAAAro/KAhjL0HZvss/s320/hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151927721978529362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This anime is funny and comical and it has the same background like Vhobits which dictates robots acting like humans, having feelings and all. But Chobits have darker settings than this one so it makes this one ideal for watching if one wishes to lessen their stress levels.&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;8.9&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kanon 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39KeZEEhbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/hr25340AcBU/s1600-h/kanon1280iq6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39KeZEEhbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/hr25340AcBU/s320/kanon1280iq6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151918384719627698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At first I thought this anime was lame after I found the link from youtube while watching Clannad. Oh by the way, Clannad is coming out on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;13 of January!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; dammit! Anyways, if you're finding a outlet if you miss Clannad, Kanon 2006 should be able to give you something nice to watch for the time being. LOL. Worthy to watch in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the songs for this anime is nice. So please mind downloading them XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type: Drama, supernatural, comical, love, hate story.&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Asatte No Houkou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39IfJEEhRI/AAAAAAAAApI/a_76RWCX19w/s1600-h/asatte+no+houkou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39IfJEEhRI/AAAAAAAAApI/a_76RWCX19w/s320/asatte+no+houkou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151916198581273874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A kid wishing to be a grown up... discovers that she grew up after making a wish at the wishing stone. However, the person who was a grown up shrunk back into a kid. The kid now grown up to give his brother happiness now faces her life as a grown up. XD&lt;br /&gt;Type: Supernatural, comedy, love, family and a slice of life anime&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;8.4&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Damekko Doubutsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Jq5EEhWI/AAAAAAAAApw/uEXuks6Qxjg/s1600-h/DamekkoDoubutsu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Jq5EEhWI/AAAAAAAAApw/uEXuks6Qxjg/s320/DamekkoDoubutsu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151917499956364642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This anime also oddly reminds me of Crayon Shin Chan because each episode is only about 15minutes long and I think it is targetted for children. LOL. Either way it was nice to watch and had its funny moments. This anime tells the story of a useless wolf who wound up in an useless forest with other useless inhabitants. LOL. Useless anime LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Type: Comedy, forest animal anime&lt;br /&gt;Rating:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;7.8&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shinigami No Ballad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39IfZEEhSI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IuSSqtKgnyQ/s1600-h/Ballad_of_a_Shinigami_-_light_novel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39IfZEEhSI/AAAAAAAAApQ/IuSSqtKgnyQ/s320/Ballad_of_a_Shinigami_-_light_novel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151916202876241186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Shinigami. Death Gods are supposed to be scary not cute!!!!! LOL. either way this anime is 6 episodes long and has almost the same story telling of Jigoku Shoujo just that it is not dark at alll. Momo is the kind Shinigami who helps people who dead people left behind around after the people who the people loved died.&lt;br /&gt;Type:Magical drama&lt;br /&gt;Rating: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Na5EEhhI/AAAAAAAAArI/wOkL6az0vRc/s1600-h/rec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39Na5EEhhI/AAAAAAAAArI/wOkL6az0vRc/s320/rec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151921623124968978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;REC is a worth while anime to watch since it's about 8 short episodes long but there are some things about the anime I didn't quite like such as the far fetched story. And there aren't as many funny parts as I hoped there'd be.&lt;br /&gt;Type: Showbiz, love and setbacks anime.&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hanbun Ga Tsuki Noboru Sora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39JrJEEhYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Amlg7FYTomQ/s1600-h/hanbun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39JrJEEhYI/AAAAAAAAAqA/Amlg7FYTomQ/s320/hanbun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151917504251331970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;The story of a ill guy who fell in love with a even more sickly girl. Withness their tragedy unfold before your eyes. Watch it if you have no other nicer anime to watch&lt;br /&gt;Type: Bed ridden, tragedy love drama&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Lesson The Final OVA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39JrJEEhZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/089Q1_grYbU/s1600-h/happy+lesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R39JrJEEhZI/AAAAAAAAAqI/089Q1_grYbU/s320/happy+lesson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151917504251331986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Although this anime does have it's funny moments but it's not enough for those seeking for nice animes to watch. Steer clear away from this anime unless you have like 2-3 hours to spare since there is only 3 eps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Type:Harem and ecchi (hehe, Ei Chi) type anime&lt;br /&gt;Ratings: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-429896132700072207?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/429896132700072207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=429896132700072207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/429896132700072207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/429896132700072207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2008/01/yay-long-post-woohoo.html' title='Yay. Long POST! Woohoo.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R36TOZEEhNI/AAAAAAAAAoo/1zyt1jWkzw8/s72-c/Image%281722%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-4374648564868302832</id><published>2007-12-03T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:28:09.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is one hell of a long post. Bear with me.</title><content type='html'>This is a compilation of things that had happened to me prior to my return to kuching. It lists all the things that i wanted to blog about but didn't get the chance &lt;strike&gt; or more like lazy to &lt;/strike&gt;. Well, what can be expected from intec's computer which provides inadequate surfing security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough complaining as i am well off from intec. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few weeks ago, I bunked with my dad at KL's Mandarin Hotel. It was during tests so I rather did not have the mood to really go KL but regardless who can deny me of food and a nice place to crash during test. Who else would not take the advantage right? Chemistry exams was nipping on my ass at that time but i didnt give squat... shoved my face full of nice food and I was fat and happy back to the slaughterhouse. I narrowly escaped death when it finally dawned on me that IT WAS THE SEMESTER's FINAL !!!! WARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few  pics i snapped using my lousy Nokia handphone 's camera.  Ahhh, finally I am getting my hands on my brothers camera. Wakakakaak i don't mind the second hand porfole of the camera but anything is better than my original BenQ 2 megapixel camera. I am so happy I can kill someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9icBMFHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/qSOFYkKZihQ/s1600-R/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9icBMFHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/doz71Qln8Bw/s320/DSC00027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139800736582603890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pic I took when I celebrated Happy Deepavali with my roommates in SACC mall in Shah Alam. The retarded looking guy on the far left is me, the one looking like a gangster (white T-shirt) and wanted for multiple sexual offences is Peter, the suai ge sitting at the corner (blue T) is Lii Chyuan the official si fu because his knowledge of the underground world *wink* *nod nod* is vast.... sorry ladies. He is occupied at the moment. No shock at all, a guy his calibre can find one in a matter of seconds. The one looking almost as retarded as me (drinking pepsi) is Thiru. Thiru= Tiru. We made a mental note not to sit next to him in tests. The one taking the photo is Bala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVENT!!!! THE WORTH OF ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9jMBMFJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/-LhH62pwL5g/s1600-R/Image%281655%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9jMBMFJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/BGwUMKKZkoU/s320/Image%281655%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139800749467505810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways, one morning I woke up as usual and got ready for my exam day when suddenly I saw Peter pulling out his handphone and snapping pictures. Here's a following conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hilary: (sleepily) Oii Peter chai (Peter Kid) what doing you?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: (deep voice) Checking out my handphone's camera. *points camera*&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: (shock) Dun take photo of me!&lt;br /&gt;Peter: (serious (He is always serious)) Not taking photo of you&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: Then what photo are you taking?&lt;br /&gt;Peter: *stares*&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: Huh? *Turns and look*&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: ........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;****The following maybe be subject to overexaggeration, paranoia and pure randomness. It may actually not contain any truth, proof or any importance in your life whatsoever. If you even bother to squint your eyes to read these fine print, may I suggest you head down to your kitchen, grab a fork and start gauching your eyes out as least you guys have something better to do than read all these crap. Thanks for reading. At least there will be something on the headlines on the newspaper. "Teen poke eye out due to blog"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9icBMFII/AAAAAAAAAc0/sPwpEPQe31s/s1600-R/Image%281654%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9icBMFII/AAAAAAAAAc0/pJEr7h1AhXU/s320/Image%281654%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139800736582603906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rubbish? HE IS TAKING PHOTO OF RUBBISH&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;????!!!!!! I was so shocked. Why would people even take photo of rubbish? (By the way, check out the overflowing rubbish bin, I can see the Big Mac I ate kekeke) Anyways, Peter rather take photos of rubbish than me? What the????? Is Peter trying to send a message here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*imitates Peter's voice*: Hilary- your face is not as nice as this pile of rubbish. He... he... hee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *drowns in self pity*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better kill myself.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RHacBMFfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Nyd28ak5SY0/s1600-R/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 165px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RHacBMFfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/jmFFzj2zJ3g/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139811594259928562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If only it is that easy. Sigh. Oh well, I took a photo of our apartment though .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9jsBMFKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/-2DuRfvnbjA/s1600-R/Image%281656%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9jsBMFKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/oqjOQhqMemo/s320/Image%281656%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139800758057440418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is as dirty and bad as it looks. Actually I am honouring the room by actually posting a pic of it on my blog. There you go. Oh well, moving on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;OMG!!! A MEANINGFUL CONVERSATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After during the days after maths or statistics test, my friends and I gathered a round at our living room/ study room and started studying for our upcoming exam. Well, Bala was studying, I was daydreaming and Lii Chyuan was reading the news paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly out of nowhere Lii Chyuan became transfixed with a passage. Here's our following conversation, by the way, Peter is not in at that time. He's out dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lii Chyuan: *serious* Malaysian varsities is not in top 100 list.&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: *dreams* I wish I was in kuching&lt;br /&gt;Bala: No shock, education standard has dropped these years.&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: *snap* (OMG, is this the first meaningful conversation?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RZPsBMF0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/sO9BfLNTUfU/s1600-R/sayonarazetsubousenseipgx0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RZPsBMF0I/AAAAAAAAAiU/r6BLSlNf6IQ/s320/sayonarazetsubousenseipgx0.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139831200785635138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yep, I was in a state of shock as I spent my whole life talking crap. This is probably the closest to my reaction at that time. It is like NANI!!!!!!!!! Then, it dawns on you. OMG....... meaningful conversation! NOOOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lii Chyuan: Seeing this makes me feel very disappointed. Our vasities last time could get top 20 now we are not even in the list.&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: Makes sense, our education syllabus is pretty forgiving on us. It is not as hard compared to other countries, I think.&lt;br /&gt;Lii Chyuan: It is good but still average.&lt;br /&gt;Bala: They seriously need to upgrade the standards....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The following is lost due to error in memory management of the regions of the frontal lobe of the brain. If you actually thought that I would actually remember all the details of this conversation 4 weeks after it happened, you must be crazy and I have just the medicine for that. Walk to the nearest roadside, stand in the middle of it and do the chicken dance. If you actually do it and survive, you are not crazy anymore. You have achieved the path of insanity. Congratulations. Anyways, most parts of this conversation are really heated debate and boring to outsiders just that it seemed fun at that instant. And also I was freaking bored at that time. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(&lt;strike&gt; An eternity &lt;/strike&gt; 1 hour later)&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: Wah, Lii Chyuan, you are so political.&lt;br /&gt;Lii Chyuan: *denies* Where got?&lt;br /&gt;Bala: Our future Minister of Education&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: &lt;strike&gt; Minister of Sexual Education &lt;/strike&gt; I will vote for you wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Lii Chyuan: Cyeh&lt;br /&gt;Hilary:No wonder chicks dig you.&lt;br /&gt;Lii Chyuan: .......&lt;br /&gt;(End of conversation) The next thing that happened is that I went to disturb Peter 's stuff. Lii Chyuan began cutting out the article and pasting it on the board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RVGcBMFzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/q4hmuppSSh4/s1600-R/Image%281659%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RVGcBMFzI/AAAAAAAAAiM/NAycASvVfPQ/s320/Image%281659%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139826643825334066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lii Chyuan with the newspaper cutting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RALMBMFLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/YnCWf2UaqKA/s1600-R/Image%281658%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RALMBMFLI/AAAAAAAAAdM/y0kV_KXRppQ/s320/Image%281658%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139803635685528754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There he is, Our future minister. Please vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, I was off to disturb Peter, you know since he didn't come back yet at that time. We are worried something bad might happen to him so we prepared our selves mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RAMsBMFNI/AAAAAAAAAdc/NJJNQDaEuTY/s1600-R/Image%281660%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RAMsBMFNI/AAAAAAAAAdc/jfp49cVHG_E/s320/Image%281660%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139803661455332562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I added a toilet paper roll and make it looked like an altar praying to the dead. XD Too bad it was premature. He came back alive......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SEMESTER FINALS EXAM! Studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9h8BMFGI/AAAAAAAAAck/E0IWpiwWctk/s1600-R/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9h8BMFGI/AAAAAAAAAck/F_trbwiqFfE/s320/DSC00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139800727992669282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No!!!!!!!!!!! I am stuck in this HELL HOLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing much to be said actually. Just that exam rambling wont be complete with out pictures so i thought i dedicate this section to post about my exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RClMBMFRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/eyQWpSW9UXs/s1600-R/Image%281664%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RClMBMFRI/AAAAAAAAAd8/q07jPjun5BQ/s320/Image%281664%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139806281385383186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for the sideways view, but I was lazy to rotate it so bear with me ya. XD. These two are studying chemistry for the final exam, chem 101. What am I doing right, snapping pics rather than studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RClMBMFSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/60CAlNsT7lw/s1600-R/Image%281665%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RClMBMFSI/AAAAAAAAAeE/3hv15WbOj48/s320/Image%281665%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139806281385383202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter studies 24/7 so the test was already in his hands. Here he is asking questions which are difficult to solve by my standards. Thats why he always asks others than me. I am the person with the lowest IQ there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are my emotions during the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;1&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; month before the test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T48sBMF4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/kN_7GfpA-DM/s1600-h/onion-dp07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T48sBMF4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/kN_7GfpA-DM/s200/onion-dp07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140006796228564866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: Yay, still got one more month... weeeeee~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; weeks before exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T49sBMF5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/obuvPOmTZT4/s1600-h/onion-dp13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T49sBMF5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/obuvPOmTZT4/s200/onion-dp13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140006813408434066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: Still got time.... ohohohohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2 &lt;/span&gt;weeks before exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T52sBMF6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R8aaBrltUNg/s1600-h/onion-dp16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T52sBMF6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/R8aaBrltUNg/s200/onion-dp16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140007792660977570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: When is the test again? I don't have the schedule. Got cover this topic meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; week before exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T42sBMF1I/AAAAAAAAAic/3nG9qGQaTCc/s1600-h/onion-dp02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T42sBMF1I/AAAAAAAAAic/3nG9qGQaTCc/s200/onion-dp02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140006693149349714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: Peter..... can borrow your notes to photostate? *puppy dog eyes*&lt;br /&gt;Peter: No&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: *shock* SO blunt!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T53MBMF9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/76cvCLbitzY/s1600-h/onion-dp21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T53MBMF9I/AAAAAAAAAjc/76cvCLbitzY/s200/onion-dp21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140007801250912210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: Noooooooo!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;days before exams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T66sBMGBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/MfZBfmDTihE/s1600-h/onion-dp30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T66sBMGBI/AAAAAAAAAj8/MfZBfmDTihE/s200/onion-dp30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140008960892082194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: Fine, I guess I will study now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; days before exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T45cBMF2I/AAAAAAAAAik/wQatSDX26Zc/s1600-h/onion-dp03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T45cBMF2I/AAAAAAAAAik/wQatSDX26Zc/s200/onion-dp03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140006740393989986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peter: You know that Maths exam is going to be hard?&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: WHAT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Our maths teacher is setting the test&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: Let me see your examples&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Nah&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: ..........&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T658BMF_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/mwMfIeQxKsM/s1600-h/onion-dp24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T658BMF_I/AAAAAAAAAjs/mwMfIeQxKsM/s200/onion-dp24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140008948007180274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: WhAT! THE ! FUCK! IS! THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Peter: Hard aaaa&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: ........... *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; days before exam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bala: Lets do past years&lt;br /&gt;Hilary &amp;amp; Peter &amp;amp; Thiru : OK&lt;br /&gt;Bala: Use laptop&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: STUPID DESKTOP!!!! WARGH!!!! PENTOK!!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T66sBMGCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/2-BqUH_LTE0/s1600-h/onion-dp31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T66sBMGCI/AAAAAAAAAkE/2-BqUH_LTE0/s200/onion-dp31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140008960892082210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The day of exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T668BMGDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/IbhnImCnEGY/s1600-h/onion-dp33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T668BMGDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/IbhnImCnEGY/s200/onion-dp33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140008965187049522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: This is the pits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T53MBMF-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/yxUl_Wn4w88/s1600-h/onion-dp22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T53MBMF-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/yxUl_Wn4w88/s200/onion-dp22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140007801250912226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: *grin* I guess I will have to do whatevers necessary to pass wahahahah *evil laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hour before test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T53MBMF8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/7n8QCxz1410/s1600-h/onion-dp18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T53MBMF8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/7n8QCxz1410/s200/onion-dp18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140007801250912194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary:Dammit, I cant cheat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 minutes before test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T528BMF7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/4dROKchse0Y/s1600-h/onion-dp17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T528BMF7I/AAAAAAAAAjM/4dROKchse0Y/s200/onion-dp17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140007796955944882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: *praying for divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;During test&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T468BMF3I/AAAAAAAAAis/dsLEMhVo8dI/s1600-h/onion-dp04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T468BMF3I/AAAAAAAAAis/dsLEMhVo8dI/s200/onion-dp04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140006766163793778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary: WARGH!!!!!!! THE PART I DIN STUDY COME OUT!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aftermath&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T66MBMGAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/3uGrMkowoc0/s1600-h/onion-dp26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1T66MBMGAI/AAAAAAAAAj0/3uGrMkowoc0/s200/onion-dp26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140008952302147586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilary:*sob* failure..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, after exams over. Lii Chyuan had to go to Melaka. So at the cafeteria, I took a photo of him eating.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RD-cBMFVI/AAAAAAAAAec/OkfSeE3g4rY/s1600-R/Image%281668%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RD-cBMFVI/AAAAAAAAAec/VGtZ7GYR7N0/s320/Image%281668%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139807814688707922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fried chicken is the best dish they have there. Which is kinda pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVIE DAY! BALLS OF FURY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me and Bala and Thoru went to catch a movie. In the end at midvalley, they went to watch some Tamil movie while ME, ALLLONNNEEE went to watch balls of fury. Mah, it aint fun to watch a movie by yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF5cBMFaI/AAAAAAAAAfE/-rf8r-G3jjA/s1600-R/Image%281676%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF5cBMFaI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bsozdcnMMaw/s320/Image%281676%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139809927812617634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My pissed off look. More pissed than bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF58BMFbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/nDi9wSRsguM/s1600-R/Image%281677%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF58BMFbI/AAAAAAAAAfM/vhwSZ0JwAFc/s320/Image%281677%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139809936402552242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was so bored that I even read my novel in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;About the movie, the movie itself was pretty poorly scripted with randomness. Randomness is not bad but when they try to make it look sensible, it just aint funny no more. Cliche's in this movies are really abundant. For instance,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hot chick falls for ugly dude out of nowhere in the middle of the story. Makes no fucking sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Dragon is a little girl. Expected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Underground pingpong tournament. Wow, innovative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. They make a mockery of pingpong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The bad guys are defeated so easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The villian is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Happy ending. I would like if the ending makes no sense like Blades of Glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all this movie was a lame ripoff of Blades of Glory. Don't watch if you have already watched Blades of Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1WTRs16JLI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7Dpw-bUXsnY/s1600-h/balls_of_fury_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1WTRs16JLI/AAAAAAAAAkU/7Dpw-bUXsnY/s200/balls_of_fury_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140176482017617074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I saw a really nice fashion design.&lt;br /&gt;Presenting, todays style,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVENING GOWN exposing ASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF6MBMFcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/M-eRiIqj3Vg/s1600-R/Image%281678%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF6MBMFcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/hBzhYowmhVY/s320/Image%281678%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139809940697519554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whew, that must be some evening gown. I would like to see someone wear that to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, being a guy and all I cant help imagining how would a pretty girl look in that....&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;I memang hiaw one what.&lt;br /&gt;Then&lt;br /&gt;SUDDENLY&lt;br /&gt;MY MIND&lt;br /&gt;WONDERED&lt;br /&gt;IF MOST RICH GIRLS ARE OLD HAGS WITH THICK MAKEUP&lt;br /&gt;EXPOSING THEIR WRINKLED ASS IN FRONT OF ME&lt;br /&gt;Then,&lt;br /&gt;my mind snapped&lt;br /&gt;my stomach churned like an industrial washing machine&lt;br /&gt;the sickness in my soul that i had never felt before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ULTIMATE WEAPON OF DESTRUCTION&lt;br /&gt;An old hag wearing this would bring any army on its knees the soldiers bleeding from every hole they have on their body. Forget NUCLEAR WEAPONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU MIND!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!! I would never look at skimpy dresses the same way again.&lt;br /&gt;If more guys experience this, I think sexual-related cases would be less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUTCHERY OF THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RClcBMFTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/tTf1fYJfO9Y/s1600-R/Image%281666%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RClcBMFTI/AAAAAAAAAeM/bUl5vYX3zp8/s320/Image%281666%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139806285680350514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coining words is fine by me. But when English is coined from basement to besmen? That is butchery. Besides underground carpark in BM should remain as tempat meletak kereta bawah tanah. Please, besmen? An insult to the best man in weddings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sign is particularly found at SACC mall Shah Alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day prior to going to Christopher's apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, bef&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ore that I would like to say that stuff about animal abuse is overrated. Especially abuse of domestic animals such as cats.&lt;br /&gt;Homeless cats enjoy a better lifestyle than their ancestors. Here's a few examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.They enjoy nice place to take afternoon naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting executive cat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RAM8BMFOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Uy6Q0l5bG00/s1600-R/Image%281661%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RAM8BMFOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RnkFUEuHsx4/s320/Image%281661%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139803665750299874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a cat sleeping on the comforts of an office chair. It sure beats sleeping on the floor. I named this cat, boss neko-chan Killer Mccat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RAM8BMFPI/AAAAAAAAAds/02o3nwW_h_c/s1600-R/Image%281662%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RAM8BMFPI/AAAAAAAAAds/6qOlHneqa1I/s320/Image%281662%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139803665750299890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is its sidekick, sleeping on a less comfortable but still more comfortable than the floor, plastic chair. I shall name him, Assassin Mccat, side kick nekochan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. They eat and grow fat like Garfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RCk8BMFQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/f8a1FdKUxfE/s1600-R/Image%281663%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RCk8BMFQI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WboFe57EPTk/s320/Image%281663%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139806277090415874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a pic of Assassin Mccat. See how fat he is? Probably from all the COOKED meat it ate. Better than raw meat right. SEE? These cats are living a luxurious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However with all that said and done animal cruelty still exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RD_8BMFZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5cqWyQioorA/s1600-R/Image%281675%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RD_8BMFZI/AAAAAAAAAe8/kOWYHpZeF50/s320/Image%281675%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139807840458511762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This cat was run over by a bike or a car. It has lost both of its rear legs and cannot run. It had to drag itself along the pavement. (People I met so far hate cats so they aren't too particularly bothered about it.) However, this is cruel. Probably it is the cats fault for sleepily near a tyre. Sad. However I could only watch helplessly as it struggles to move around. I was late to meet up with Chris who was rushing me to go to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEW DAYS WITH CHRIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After tests i spent about 4 to 5 days at chris' apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RHa8BMFhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/nfnFXuVSdSY/s1600-R/Image%281682%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RHa8BMFhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/p0zJrMnmemc/s320/Image%281682%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139811602849863186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to Emgamall together and ate sushi king. Got my brain numbed out by the wasabi. Okane in my wallet ran out quickly than an army ration. XD The most shocking thing is I met my old tuition friend timothy at the Sushi King working there part time. He says he is in sunny college? more like sunway. Anyone knows sunny college please pm me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RKzMBMFnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/qai6g_t_CL0/s1600-R/Image%281689%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RKzMBMFnI/AAAAAAAAAgs/JFNUW-ncpvY/s320/Image%281689%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139815317996574322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate pizza hut twice there. Personal set dinner. One time we were so hungry that we ate two personal sets. The guys in the pizza parlour was dumbfucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza waiter: What would you like to have sir?&lt;br /&gt;Chris: I would like to have 2 sensasi delight&lt;br /&gt;Pizza guy: *blink blink*&lt;br /&gt;Hilary: Me 2.&lt;br /&gt;Pizza: *Glares* Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We came to regret that decision as our stomach was close to exploding. I felt like vomiting that time oso.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RK0sBMFoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/QDvGUt0l7Wc/s1600-R/Image%281690%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RK0sBMFoI/AAAAAAAAAg0/XvvOZ_w-qUs/s320/Image%281690%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139815343766378114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 personal sets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is still a miracle that we actually finished that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF6sBMFeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/GP57RkPnbsA/s1600-R/Image%281680%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF6sBMFeI/AAAAAAAAAfk/MozxvzIzfqY/s320/Image%281680%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139809949287454178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we went to midvalley, there was a exhibition going on. On foreign food and beverages. There is imported wine, bread, cakes and many more. I thought of buying something but my silent screams of my wallet prevented me from doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally(wallet): No Hilary! Do not submit to the devil&lt;br /&gt;Hilary:*ignore* Everything looks foreign and nice.&lt;br /&gt;Wally: Please I am begging you..... no!!!!!!!! *poke*&lt;br /&gt;Hilary:*senses a slight pain in my thigh* Ow....? Hmmm... Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RHbMBMFiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/-X-7v5-L2Eg/s1600-R/Image%281683%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RHbMBMFiI/AAAAAAAAAgE/L5Ia0StDK00/s320/Image%281683%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139811607144830498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A couple of middle aged men riding a jeep/buggy/ antique vehicle. (me and Chris can agree how to classify the vehicle. Well, they can get to enjoy the open air. Carbon monoxide, sulphur dioxide, tar and smoke. Have fun guys. See you in my office 6 years from now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RHbcBMFjI/AAAAAAAAAgM/fEPo920JbLA/s1600-R/Image%281684%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RHbcBMFjI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JRGtH3Yb2es/s320/Image%281684%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139811611439797810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entrance to Sunway pyramid. It is my first time there so I didn't realize that this was actually the side entrance. Went here to catch a movie. Any movie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RKvsBMFkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Xfr4S9Ydv3Y/s1600-R/Image%281685%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RKvsBMFkI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fSC5y6rwvn4/s320/Image%281685%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139815257867032130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The interior. Well, like a kampung boy I gazed around like a retard looking amazed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RKxcBMFlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/JzH1xsABKqc/s1600-R/Image%281687%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RKxcBMFlI/AAAAAAAAAgc/krtuoikhSlk/s320/Image%281687%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139815287931803218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The skating ring. Someday I will try to skate. Well, Bala, Peter and Thiru planned to come here some time next semester. So I will get my chance of walking around like a duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There wasnt any nice movie to watch so me and Chris catched a random horror flick called Shrooms which detailed a bunch of crackheads heading in a jungle to get high on mushrooms. I wont tell much of the story here but the whole thing wasnt scary but the music is the thing which made is scary. I am not a fan of Horror movies myself and this is the first horror flick i watched in 5 years? I think more than than that. Anyway, the twist at the end of the story was unexpected for me so I think it made a decent film to pass time. (Note: BOTH CHRIS AND I WAS SCARED OK?)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1WTSc16JNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/yzEJEviQkpw/s1600-h/shrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1WTSc16JNI/AAAAAAAAAkk/yzEJEviQkpw/s200/shrooms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140176494902518994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not going to watch anymore horror flicks for a long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris also brought me to Ipoh Coffee house which serves the best coffee in Subang Jaya. I think. The coffee there is good, almost up toi par with the coffee back in Kuching's Kenyalang kopitiam. It is expensive though but worth the money. The setting is nice for a good chat with your buddies. A cool place to just sit back, talk and hang out&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF6cBMFdI/AAAAAAAAAfc/x6at2aEkEyY/s1600-R/Image%281679%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RF6cBMFdI/AAAAAAAAAfc/QgElRfEoQjA/s320/Image%281679%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139809944992486866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chris, posing at Ipoh Coffee House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RKxsBMFmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4cF42n66mAc/s1600-R/Image%281688%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RKxsBMFmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/cHm9PB1SUo8/s320/Image%281688%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139815292226770530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also played pool in Asia cafe. Well, both Chris and Faye are pros so it is no wonder that I lost to them on all occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM LEAVING ON A JET PLANE......&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMm8BMFpI/AAAAAAAAAg8/1qC7hzj2uSE/s1600-R/Image%281691%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMm8BMFpI/AAAAAAAAAg8/eXeLHf-RDps/s320/Image%281691%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139817306566432402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I caught sight of this large lolipop for sale at the LCCT airport. Then my sick mind start playing back a dialogue in Beer Fest. "How many licks to get to the centre of the lolipop." If you can decipher this, congratulations, you are officially a pervert.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1WTR816JMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/TlZtQ9Q7Coo/s1600-h/beerfest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1WTR816JMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/TlZtQ9Q7Coo/s200/beerfest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140176486312584386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beerfest, a movie to watch when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMnsBMFqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/PAR2Gx-drr8/s1600-R/Image%281692%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMnsBMFqI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qd0WfIyJ7FQ/s320/Image%281692%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139817319451334306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When i was on the plane, eyes wandering off and such, I caught hold of something i overlooked. When the plane was about to lane, the flaps actually cause a mini swirly, tornado like line of vapor. Reminds me of the small things in life which people tend to overlook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For instance,&lt;br /&gt;1. The tiny little things floating in the air after a rain or when you look closely enough.&lt;br /&gt;2. How nice your mum's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;3. The smell of freshly cut grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small things in life. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WEDDING OF RELATIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a wedding. Sounds fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an occasion where you, a teenager, surrounded by loud brats and elders, are thrusted into a situation where you run to avoid any confrontation with the elder relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will ambush you like a pack of guerilla fighters and bombard you with small arms fire until the leader somes in with an RPG and blows you to smitherins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty 1: Wah, you grow thinner (*A tactical pistol*)&lt;br /&gt;(-5)Hilary&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;(HP95/100)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Reli ka? No la. (CRAP! Need backup)&lt;br /&gt;Aunty 2: Hows your studies? ( *MP5 Submachinegun*)&lt;br /&gt;(-20)Hilary(HP &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;75&lt;/span&gt;/100): Ok la. (Urgh... Taking fire need assistance)&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: When you come back? (AK47)&lt;br /&gt;(-35) Hilary (HP &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;/100): A week ago. (*struggles for survial*......)&lt;br /&gt;Elder: One day you get married you must invite us. Hehehehe..... (RPG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(-100) Hilary *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OVERKILL* &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(HP &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;-60&lt;/span&gt;/100)&lt;/span&gt;: *smiles awkwardly* (*dies*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you guys has experienced this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I actually got something nice out of this. I got angpaus for bringing delicacies for the bride and the groom and although I received an awkward  comment from the bridegroom *zu fu ni kuai thien chie huen* (Hope you get married quickly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dumbfucked but I smiled. Hey, he is probably the happiest man alive then.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMrMBMFrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/sEcjVY8U0AE/s1600-R/Image%281693%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMrMBMFrI/AAAAAAAAAhM/5DN749IPnIE/s320/Image%281693%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139817379580876466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The bride and the groom and the stuoid cameraman who kept blocking my shots! The Hinghua trading of desert with boiled eggs. I dunno what the dish is called but the couples are supposed to feed each other with that. Does any weddings to this? Please pm me is you do.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMtMBMFsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/YNCUUcYzNIM/s1600-R/Image%281694%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMtMBMFsI/AAAAAAAAAhU/XSVlRqxjiPM/s320/Image%281694%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139817413940614850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the camera guy is gone, the elder blocked my shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMuMBMFtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/9iXo2KMD7zE/s1600-R/Image%281695%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1RMuMBMFtI/AAAAAAAAAhc/1jBKQTCwmfI/s320/Image%281695%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139817431120484050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a Hinghua delicacy, which is called the pah mee.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1ROCsBMFvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/eLcDvdGjaSU/s1600-R/Image%281697%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1ROCsBMFvI/AAAAAAAAAhs/V4Z7_wpkQn8/s320/Image%281697%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139818882819430130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that night, the wedding dinner took place. Well, it was held at the banquet so the setting was nice. However, when the waiter started serving food, they played this really loud techno music which is probably not suited for a wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the food was nice. But they served all meat and only one vegetable. It was a 8 course meal and I ate too much and I ended up with indigestion.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1ROD8BMFxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fU_u60IDp40/s1600-R/Image%281699%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1ROD8BMFxI/AAAAAAAAAh8/sWEMEvkUyLY/s320/Image%281699%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139818904294266642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Frangrant dumpling rice.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1ROEMBMFyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/TuD6KL7xqtw/s1600-R/Image%281701%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1ROEMBMFyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/vFBtV5q2W1w/s320/Image%281701%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139818908589233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet mango soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well actually the whole wedding was good but there is a couple of things that I dont really get and probably wont do on my wedding if I ever have one which is probably not in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put a karaoke device.&lt;br /&gt;It is ok to sing when your voice is good but please, when the voice is bad please keep it to yourself and sing in the bathroom or when you are taking a crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Put really unapporiate songs.&lt;br /&gt;Well, some of the guests actually sang something like ai pia za eh eia (must fight to win) and some old dance tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Love songs to the minimum&lt;br /&gt;The groom sang ai ni iii yuan nien (love you a thousand years) terribly. And that was after a series of waves of loves songs which made my digestion seemed to go reverse in a medical term called reverse peristalsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Not a grand dinner&lt;br /&gt;8 course meals are too much. Spend so much of money to feed guest who wont probably remember your name or this wedding later in their lives. It is not like they are going to say "you know aaaa, that who-who-who aaaa have a 8 course dinner wooo". Hrm.... I think I just accidentally stabbed myself with that comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yam seng!&lt;br /&gt;I feel that one yam seng is enough. It is kinda annoying to see suddenly one table is shouting yam seng then followed by another one which will be louder than the previous one. THIS IS A WEDDING! NOT A SHOUTING CONTEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1ROBcBMFuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/j7j1Iq2HNDM/s1600-R/Image%281696%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1ROBcBMFuI/AAAAAAAAAhk/LYSzICrNAqc/s320/Image%281696%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139818861344593634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh well, I wish them a happy marriage and may their love last eternally &lt;strike&gt; cuz lawsuits are expensive &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it. My previous exploits during my inactive period of blogging. 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Bear with me.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/R1Q9icBMFHI/AAAAAAAAAcs/doz71Qln8Bw/s72-c/DSC00027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-1779398376139846316</id><published>2007-11-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T21:07:59.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toma hate club~~~</title><content type='html'>I have no grudge or bad intent towards this dude called ikuta toma which souns a bit like "ikutlah ikan tuna" which makes him irresistable to yaoi fans and gay porn lovers and of course innocent little children and stuff. Think i am lying huh about him being gay? Well, here is the evidence.&lt;br /&gt;(PHOTOS COURTESY OF EICHI- although i got it from her blog reluctantly but the TRUTH MUST BE REVEALED!!!!!!!!!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127854335346772082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynMWXZKiHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KSE1HkJzbWs/s320/6fa8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One: He only poses with other gay guys. See? Look at all those metrosexual men. Hmph. It makes me sick to the gut. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127854331051804770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynMWHZKiGI/AAAAAAAAAa0/OA5ryytE79M/s320/0005r27f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;What is this? Him posing with another guy which looks as gay as him. Whats up with him with the chair? I thinks he is paraphilic too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127854339641739410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynMWnZKiJI/AAAAAAAAAbM/t6gmsjwbgDQ/s320/349880447_0a2079055e_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My GAWD!!!!! Not only he is paraphilic....... he likes SM to. MY GAWD!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127855396203694290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynNUHZKiNI/AAAAAAAAAbs/V7Rr2XZlnxw/s320/sitting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yea, he might try to act innocent. Look at him sitting there all smiling and what. I got more proof that he's a wolf in sheep skin.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127854326756837458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynMV3ZKiFI/AAAAAAAAAas/ONLpEOgdijw/s320/002s2wg0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He is not as innocent as he looks. Yea, dude. Come on... show the international sign language. Come on...... I know you do.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127854335346772098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynMWXZKiII/AAAAAAAAAbE/z0x-Ntae7Jg/s320/212315824_c43f4afcf3_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;He even tried to eat the bunneh as this gay partner looked on. Maybe he is trying to give the bunneh a *cough cough*. Ewww..... that means he is zoo philic too. Or maybe both of tem are in a bunny worsshipping cult. "All hail the bunny rabbit..... hippidy hoopidus"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127855400498661602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynNUXZKiOI/AAAAAAAAAb0/EVTIkJs4iwk/s320/toma33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Normal guys wont do this gay poses. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127855370433890466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynNSnZKiKI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CxWw_i2CQl4/s320/fa5183fe2dc4093a5d6008f6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Nor normal guys would play with feathers...... that is just plain downright wriong!!!!!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127855387613759666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynNTnZKiLI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Qxft0S2b_Xw/s320/ikuta_toma48-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another guy who looks like a girl. Whats up with that? Is it some kind of role play?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Thinks of unimaginable scenes)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My gawd i think i lost what i studied the past week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conclusion: having a guy memalukan the good name of the tuna fish which we come to know and love is wrong. Kids would wake up and say I would want toma instead of tuna for breakfast. That is mencemarkan minda kanak kanak. Then our nations' children will be more tiada harapan as they already are. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can hear the tuna fish below me screaming! "My gawd! I dun want to be associated with that gay bastard!!! NO!!!!!!"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127856001794083058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynN3XZKiPI/AAAAAAAAAb8/x7i-lHBRydI/s320/Tuna_Yellow_Fin_Skip_Jack_Little_Tunni_Sardine_Fresh_Frozen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tuna fish is good for you. it contains iodine and proteind and it is lss fattening. So eat TUNA!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127855396203694274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynNUHZKiMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/7iiUoOiV5ek/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So guys and girls think before you eat tuna next time. I am eating tuna and not toma. And toma is gay and tuna is good for me. Yes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-1779398376139846316?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1779398376139846316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=1779398376139846316&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1779398376139846316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1779398376139846316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/11/toma-hate-club.html' title='Toma hate club~~~'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RynMWXZKiHI/AAAAAAAAAa8/KSE1HkJzbWs/s72-c/6fa8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-1278957220750395942</id><published>2007-10-21T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T03:10:44.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 18th Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>Yay, I turned 18 today.... well actually its yesterday because I blogged after 12.00 am. Lollooolollolol. Anyways, my birthday had been normal, nothing outstanding this year except i got a really nice give from my family in the form of a 4gig MP4 player. Yay~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chicago cheese cake from coffee bean which tasted nice at first but after a few bites, it made me feel like nauseous. Perhaps I should have gotten the chocolate fudge cake. But anyways, I am not a cake loving person myself nor a candy loving person for that matter. God, I am growing old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all things said and done this birthday is same old same old with nothing spectacular about it which makes my 18th birthday...... probably the lamest 18th birthday anyone had. ........... Making that statement officially stamps me as a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, the raya holiday is so full of crap, so short and I barely got any of my work done, mostly because I was too damn fucking lazy to do it. Lol. I would probably do it when I am in Shah Alam, &lt;strike&gt;godforsaken hell hole that JPA sent me &lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wHAT HAVE i DONE during raya break? We mostly mapling with eichi, playing games, fucking around, chatting, youtubing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring old routine. My 18th birthday seems routine also. Bah, what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RxpPftchwlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cP4mLPp1D3U/s1600-h/eq.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RxpPftchwlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cP4mLPp1D3U/s320/eq.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123494932281147986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, me and eichi are currently in Singapore killing ghostly beings carrying signs. Wow, probably it is a statement that SIngaporeans are unable to cross the roads without zebra crossings and got themselves run over by cars. If any Singaporeans read this, please go to the nearest Malaysian you can find and let him teach you the art of road crossing Malaysian style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the road side,&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian traffic police: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oi, kamu lihat sana lihat sini cari apa? Sangat mencurigakan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Singaporean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: What? We are looking for a zebra crossing. Well, we are tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Malaysian&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: (Babi betul la. Ingat aku tak pandai cakap orang putih ye.  ) Sori boss, here no &lt;/span&gt;black white line&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: What the hell? How you Malaysians cross the road? Show me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Malaysian&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: (Crosses the road, skillful evading incoming cars, missing by only a few cms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Singaporean&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: (Looks at a kid who does the same thing) Ok I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;*WHAM!* *becomes a ghost carrying a sign in maple*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Malaysian&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Hahaha, bengap betulla. Lintas jalan pun sik tahu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Seriously, we malaysians are bigger than the car themselves.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RxpPgNchwoI/AAAAAAAAAak/qbPNOAfBzvw/s1600-h/w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RxpPgNchwoI/AAAAAAAAAak/qbPNOAfBzvw/s320/w.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123494940871082626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RxpPf9chwmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/inpBvtPIcWw/s1600-h/maple.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RxpPf9chwmI/AAAAAAAAAaU/inpBvtPIcWw/s320/maple.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123494936576115298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RxpPgNchwnI/AAAAAAAAAac/DBE0h4YnLNY/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RxpPgNchwnI/AAAAAAAAAac/DBE0h4YnLNY/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123494940871082610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for the HAPPY BIRTHDAY WISHES GUYS. See you in NOVEMBER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-1278957220750395942?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1278957220750395942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=1278957220750395942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1278957220750395942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1278957220750395942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-18th-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy 18th Birthday to me'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RxpPftchwlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cP4mLPp1D3U/s72-c/eq.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-2328273264009556325</id><published>2007-10-03T12:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T14:08:05.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures... picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, my pendrive is like infected with this annoying powerpoint virus which I can pretty assume it came from one of the terminally ill computers in intec. Gotta reformat my fucking pendrive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an analogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Inserting your pendrive into another computer is like sex, and when you insert it into so many other computers it is bound to have some sort of terminal disease. You know like a goddamn asshole getting too much unprotected sex from prostitutes. Unlike humans, pendrive have the freedom of reformatting. (I wish my life can be reformatted). The windows virus scaner is like a condom you know, that screens out viruses from pendrives from totally buttfucking your harddrive into pieces. However, sadly, intecs computer virus scanner @ condom is like full of holes so it doesn't even matter whether the pendrive is scanned or not. In the end, my pendrive got infected to what is equivalent to HIV to us humans.... worms. And the annoying part no matter how hard I delete the file, the worm kept popping back to my fucking annoyance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few picture i had taken in intec but never bothered to post them until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116986995970785842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMwj9chwjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1-2lEN6K3-g/s320/Image(1531).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Allen explaining shape of orbitals and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116986991675818530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMwjtchwiI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/2HI17V0xKmI/s320/DSC00764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, my class did chemistry mass lecture's activity. Tying p balloons to make them look like orbitals. It was childish but it was fun and my class won the prize. A box of chocolates. (I am not a choco-fan myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116972028009758946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMi8tchwOI/AAAAAAAAAXU/bk1VA2FYriU/s320/DSC01057.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's my class in a phototaking session,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;took them like 20 minutes just to get them out of the class and another 20 to get them in line and take em photo's. Yep, my class enjoys watching me suffer. Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116972036599693554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMi9NchwPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jqBv-yWBxjs/s320/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The guys of 8M3 are far better than the girls(self-proclaimed but everyone knows it as a fact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116972045189628162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMi9tchwQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/5UbaApZAFZk/s320/DSC01061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't get this pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116972049484595474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMi99chwRI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PCYuMUw6Jdc/s320/Image(1424).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me and chris, the day before I leave for the goddamn hellhole. INTEC Shah Alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116981382448529778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMrdNchwXI/AAAAAAAAAYc/BkZl0-a_Ey4/s320/Image(1482).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are the two cats from cendana college which usually can be found lying in the middle of the road until recently i cant seem to find any of them. Probably they got run down by cars or something.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116982932931723682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMs3dchwaI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tTxDeG8-qgE/s320/Image(1485).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Awww, look at the cat lying at my feet. (STEP!) Oops. Hehehe, no la. The cats was very nice to me wakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116981386743497090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMrddchwYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8kIU02nzIeQ/s320/Image(1472).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me in the bio lab. I look like a retard as always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116982937226690994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMs3tchwbI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xodxO_a6qw8/s320/Image(1527).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is how we suffer in intec. The goddamn bus comes in intervals and forces us to squeeze in one fucking bus although there are many buses lying around. Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116982932931723666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMs3dchwZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/l9wRZY6MDk0/s320/Image(1492).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116986085437719058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMvu9chwhI/AAAAAAAAAZs/FT-dhYgGxvg/s320/Image(1522).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here is one of my roommates which can be seen studying everywhere. Look at his mindfucked head, you can sense the genius aura from him. Looking at him makes me feel worse because I barely study in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116984861372039650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMuntchweI/AAAAAAAAAZU/jWbc0xNdtvU/s320/Image(1496).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here, me, Choo, Lii Chyuan and Peter in KLCC during PC fair. My phone picture quality is really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116984857077072322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMundchwcI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2B70pkVvvVo/s320/Image(1498).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the booths in PC fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116984857077072338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMundchwdI/AAAAAAAAAZM/SB7uVvYNynw/s320/Image(1503).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The flier girls dressed as angels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116986076847784434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMvudchwfI/AAAAAAAAAZc/j6EnJ1Qoxu8/s320/Image(1504).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guy in shark suit promoting aqua world. Poor guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116986081142751746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMvutchwgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/SJip72bxD8Q/s320/Image(1506).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going back from KLCC is a pain. So many people.Well, at least i got my headphone from here. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116987000265753154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMwkNchwkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Ltq_SYUeIME/s320/Image(1532).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gary's present  for his birthday we(Me and Faye) bought from LCCT. Suits him .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I ran out of time and INTECs computer is mindfuckingly slow. So I will continue posting old pics XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-2328273264009556325?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2328273264009556325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=2328273264009556325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2328273264009556325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2328273264009556325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-picture_03.html' title='Pictures... picture.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RwMwj9chwjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1-2lEN6K3-g/s72-c/Image(1531).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-1883292479306209847</id><published>2007-10-03T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T13:03:03.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures... picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-1883292479306209847?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1883292479306209847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=1883292479306209847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1883292479306209847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1883292479306209847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/10/pictures-picture.html' title='Pictures... picture.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-3436841292925387861</id><published>2007-10-02T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:06:59.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final votes are in...</title><content type='html'>Votes for my blogs suck:&lt;br /&gt;1 agrees that my blog sucks&lt;br /&gt;1 diagree slightly (LIAR!)&lt;br /&gt;3 people wrote in neutral&lt;br /&gt;1 wrote in suck is an understatement (Wow.... its really that bad huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I should kill myself now. T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-3436841292925387861?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3436841292925387861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=3436841292925387861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3436841292925387861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3436841292925387861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/10/final-votes-are-in.html' title='Final votes are in...'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-5904544897617558752</id><published>2007-09-26T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T13:38:09.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, blogging after chem test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, today was one fucked up day...... actually my fucked up days are like a lot, but this is like one fucked up day with another fucked up day the next making it like a successive fucking up day energy. (Sorry, chemistry test is still in my head) *stabs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Psstt (High pressure liquid exiting)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Glug glug glug*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*draining I.Q.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pok*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hiss*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(oops, too little air)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*pump....pump*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*poking a cork into hole*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*checks for leaks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, all chemistry information i had digested came out successfully. Lol. I wonder why I always write crap in my blog. Oh well, I get stupider everytime I read my blog. Yay, dumbness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114373731709468850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rvnnz9chwLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nH-U1Sw3j8c/s320/TobiDei__Kiss_by_Mikutashi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By looking at this pic I know terri will be jumping non-stop as she likes yaoi. Lol. But looking at this picture makes me sick because I think the artist doesn't know that deidara is a guy. Or the artist himself is gay. Ewww. Once more, ewww.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Omg, I just stumble upon another podigy in D.A.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://zeiva.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;http://zeiva.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/a&gt; You'll love his/her art. XD Here's one example&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114375015904690370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rvno-tchwMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/WuZXXktu_PM/s320/Tuesday_by_zeiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy....****! **** this girl is a fine ****. Lol. I can sense the warmth and this picture is totally kick ass. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, today I donated RM50 for the poor Lol. Dunno why I did it but it felt great. XD. HELP THE POOR AND THE NEEDY PEOPLE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I cant wait to go back to Kuching. Living in a place as fucked as Shah Alam really gets me down. Ah, the internet connection in the library is so bad that I have to post this 30 minutes after writing it. Btw, they barred bittorrent in INTEC. It seems INTEC takes a no-fun policy too seriously. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want anime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-5904544897617558752?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5904544897617558752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=5904544897617558752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5904544897617558752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5904544897617558752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/09/yay-blogging-after-chem-test.html' title='Yay, blogging after chem test.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rvnnz9chwLI/AAAAAAAAAW8/nH-U1Sw3j8c/s72-c/TobiDei__Kiss_by_Mikutashi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6086747280332164424</id><published>2007-09-23T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:50:10.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Terri,.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, Terri is celebrating her 18 birth day today so I thought I would post something nice for a change in my blog..... or maybe not. Wakakakaka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post some bunny pics to make her happy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113224280952135442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvXSZHsN3xI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pR7atjdUqdA/s320/Bunny_Family_by_kyupi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cute little bunnies..... Family of bunnies.... Mum, dad, and child. Aww....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But...... The Dad is a suicide bomber.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113224285247102754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvXSZXsN3yI/AAAAAAAAAWs/v2dOgPzTFS8/s320/The_Mad_Bunny_Bomber_by_kyoht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The child is a war bunny. Wakaka&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113224285247102770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvXSZXsN3zI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Iyy7Hp4tXXU/s320/War_Bunny_by_kyoht.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I cant find any nice things for Mum. But I guess I will leave that one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok ok fine Sorry about that. (If terri read this post, sorry ya... birthday girl don't get angry rite hehe.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since you're 18 now, you're basically wiser no while the knowledge of the new and the unexplored mounted on you. Although you're growing old physically but make sure you heart stays young. XD Never grow up. Wakaka. Happy 18th Birthday Terri. Oh btw, Isabel said happy birthday Terri.XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Man I am not great with words)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-6086747280332164424?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6086747280332164424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6086747280332164424&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6086747280332164424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6086747280332164424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-terri.html' title='Happy Birthday Terri,.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvXSZHsN3xI/AAAAAAAAAWk/pR7atjdUqdA/s72-c/Bunny_Family_by_kyupi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-1663151269427410994</id><published>2007-09-22T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T10:31:14.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still down with a fucking flu and a debilitating brain aneurysm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My death will come swiftly as I am infected with the newest strand of drug-resistant tubercolosis. I am afraid I will perish in a matter of days. Or I could be just down with a regular infection of cough virus and a serious trait for bitching about the severe annoyance the cough had caused in my daily life. Anyways, its a Saturday and I am not letting this fucking flu get the best of me. I am still going to do my homework, blog and kick some @$$!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I gonna post some nice things I found on deviantart.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112852499993059010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvSAQnsN3sI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Vgod9oOgvaA/s320/Sareefa_face_by_meisan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found this while I was surfing deviant. I like the face andf the outfit. I got a feeling when she gets into a firefight she would probably kick @SS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dunno why I like kick ass girls but it seems that kick ass girls are better than emotive ones that require constant protection like Ashley from Resident evil 4. Although she's a president daughter, she's pretty useless in a firefight and require constant monitoring or else she will wander off and get herself killed by a wayward zombie or a chainsaw grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112855343261409010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvSC2HsN3vI/AAAAAAAAAWU/R1wtRvY1Ibc/s320/Resident_Evil_4_Crap_by_chesney.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeeeeeess.. This is actactly how i feel.. I dont know how many times I had to retry, because I killed Ashley ON PURPOSE.. Why the hell do we have to catch her.. like she cant climb down a ladder, or shoot a gun.. you know something to protect herself with a little with a handgun or something. Noooo... Leon's always gotta shoot the zombies, and risk hitting her.. I laughed though, when I kill her with a double barrel shotgun to the face on purpose, Leon would drop on his knees and say Oh no... I'd say he's in it for the money&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112855338966441698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvSC13sN3uI/AAAAAAAAAWM/zY4FcUkdXbU/s320/Cowgirl_Haruhi_by_Serio555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh Haruhi as a cowgirl. I bet eichi would either kill me for this or laugh. Ahhh the wonders of deviantart.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112857035478523650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvSEYnsN3wI/AAAAAAAAAWc/pxmOYMY_094/s320/Command_and_Conquer_Blues_by_Skunk_Works.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also missed the days of strategy gaming of command and conquer generals. I wonder units will get annoyed when you poke them like this. They should really make a game where the units will ignore you if you order them around to much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh btw I posted this on a sunday and I skipped Church because well, I broke my ankle when I was walking down the fucking stairs so now I am quite pissed at the stairs and at myself for that. LOL. The internet connection died yesterday as I was about to post this and my time in the computer lab was up so i guessed that my whole day that day when spiralling out of control. Fuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-1663151269427410994?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1663151269427410994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=1663151269427410994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1663151269427410994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1663151269427410994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/09/still-down-with-fucking-flu-and.html' title='Still down with a fucking flu and a debilitating brain aneurysm'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvSAQnsN3sI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Vgod9oOgvaA/s72-c/Sareefa_face_by_meisan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-8031042274937722530</id><published>2007-09-19T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:30:01.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDKmO4mQ9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/0SDcQHoOZVM/s1600-h/Honey_and_Clover__Hagu__by_cagari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111808335244837842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDKmO4mQ9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/0SDcQHoOZVM/s320/Honey_and_Clover__Hagu__by_cagari.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDKme4mQ-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/MSAybgoVoGs/s1600-h/Blood_Plus_Wallpaper_by_Blood_Plus_Club.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hagu chan. Kawaii~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111806200646091698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDIp-4mQ7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/dN60fR2VKHU/s320/Honey_and_Clover_by_Lelablue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gimme back my honey and clover~~~~ T_T Yamada.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDG7u4mQ4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/dTqBOX6vQiE/s1600-h/Parakiss_Yukari_by_Akiriana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111804306565514114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDG7u4mQ4I/AAAAAAAAAUc/dTqBOX6vQiE/s320/Parakiss_Yukari_by_Akiriana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh, I missed the days of Para kiss. Yukari crying. Awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDG7-4mQ5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/NHlDxOezOgc/s1600-h/Gunslinger_Girl_Theme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111804310860481426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDG7-4mQ5I/AAAAAAAAAUk/NHlDxOezOgc/s320/Gunslinger_Girl_Theme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gunslinger girl. Henrietta letting off her P90 Personal Defense Weapon. She kicks major ass. Man I miss my anime days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111806196351124386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDIpu4mQ6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/5UV9_TDyty4/s320/Comic_119__Cutelin_by_lolwebcomic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Awww, I know his feelings. Must be one of those fucking days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111812174945600530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDOFu4mRBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/Y_dnRG2BOiY/s320/Comic_47__I__m_a_sad_guy_by_lolwebcomic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111807841323598786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDKJe4mQ8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/jEux0GF1Yj4/s320/Comic_59__Work_it_Harder_by_lolwebcomic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Haha, awesome.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111810156310971378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDMQO4mQ_I/AAAAAAAAAVU/N-_W-Ke-MVE/s320/Comic_17__Grapes_by_lolwebcomic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Man, innocent children. We should beat it out more out of them. Hehe&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111810160605938690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="96" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDMQe4mRAI/AAAAAAAAAVc/RP3wr0An7kg/s320/Comic_37__Christams_by_lolwebcomic.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Btw, terri's bestday is coming up. So I thought I would do something like that. Give her ebola or something hehe.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111812179240567858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDOF-4mRDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_e4ob9xM0YU/s320/school3_by_Athena_chan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I stumbled upon Athena-chan in deviantart. His art rocks. XD. Here's school2 done by him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111812174945600546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDOFu4mRCI/AAAAAAAAAVs/zC0rGfGhYSg/s320/NANA_by_Athena_chan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He also drew Nana. Wow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-8031042274937722530?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8031042274937722530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=8031042274937722530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8031042274937722530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8031042274937722530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/09/hagu-chan.html' title=''/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvDKmO4mQ9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/0SDcQHoOZVM/s72-c/Honey_and_Clover__Hagu__by_cagari.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6694053819100461054</id><published>2007-09-19T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:59:44.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken wrath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok now I am so fucking mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally I wouldn't give a damn in this world if the whole world blows up in front of my face but now I am sick. My fucking cough wont go away as the stupid retard doctor only gave me weak antibiotics. Plus this flu is clouding my judgement in class. I lost my will to talk, eat or even make stupid lame jokes in class. I need a consultant or a shrink to solve my mental illness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been visitting deviantart like regularly to see what recent deviations artists posted on the net. I like this particular one by lolwebcomic. XD Its really funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111786942012736370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvC3I-4mQ3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/eCdu40vqvyE/s320/Comic_125__AITOM_by_lolwebcomic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I am blogging this post while I am in the INTEC's library. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kinda scared as blogging here is particularly dangerous if I get caught&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DONT GIVE A rat's ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep. Rat's ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, there's a fucking retard sitting next to me and he is searching about pokemon and gundam. Dude,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GET A LIFE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or a new fucking anime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pokemon is for retards and GUNDAM is so last century.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know, blogging and scolding other people on one's blog is particularly wrong you know? Ethics in blogging...... Wait, what the fuck am I talking about. I threw away ethics long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh the fucking retard is looking at me now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better blog this quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's visitting pokemon rumble arena....???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This guy is beyond hope. Too bad I can't take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh. there's another retard searching for Yu-gi-oh fan fiction. Fuck yu-gi-oh. Man, people in INTEC have no taste for anime. They are better off watching bible black or something. Fucking retards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought library is a place for searching information and stuff but most people I see here only goes to friendster and stuff. Sucking up my bandwidth. I cant even search for my bio stuff. I am supposed to do my bio report but I guess to fuck it now as I am freaking pissed at these people. They write comments in friendster and stuff for like one hour and they never get bored. I have to wait for 1 1/2 hours to get a fucking computer. Fuck them. Fuck them all. NOW ITS REVENGE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM NOT GETTING OFF THIS SEAT UNTIL 4.00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I was 2.00 pm when I blog this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay lets see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will post some nice things I found on deviantart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I really liked eichi's kamui drawing. If you guys have a chance, go and check it out. XD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAN, I AM SO FREAKING JEALOUS. Hehe, who wouldn't be? Gambatte eichi sama!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (Man, Intec is robbing me of the joy of deviantart. A girl next to me is searching for braided clothes and writing in friendster? Man this is how freaking bored I am.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-6694053819100461054?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6694053819100461054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6694053819100461054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6694053819100461054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6694053819100461054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/09/unspoken-wrath.html' title='Unspoken wrath.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RvC3I-4mQ3I/AAAAAAAAAUU/eCdu40vqvyE/s72-c/Comic_125__AITOM_by_lolwebcomic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-7193342292199207703</id><published>2007-09-07T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T18:37:43.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I thought of writing a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bitchin&lt;/span&gt;g post on this post. But since it has been like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; aeons since I posted something on my retarted blog that no one even bothers to read but myself, I feel like posting something.... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; exciting. Yep, life is really fun... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucked&lt;/span&gt; up more like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know? INTEC sucks in many ways than one. Yea I should be thankful to get a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;scholarship from JPA. But &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Babi betulla&lt;/span&gt; this some of the stupid things in INTEC. Make me so "&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tu lan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in case you people dunno, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;tu lan&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pig's penis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When I used my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucked&lt;/span&gt; up pen drive in my computer, my retarted computer still worked. Then out of nowhere, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mother-fucking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;trojan virus popped out of nothingness and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fucked&lt;/span&gt; up my computer. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mai cibai&lt;/span&gt; betul la. I feel like throwing my idiotic computer out of the window and praying it will land on one of seniors down there. His head will probably crack open like a tomato can. Now, my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fucked &lt;/span&gt;up computer needs reformating which to my dismay I don't have enough &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; time to fix. When I need to clean my pendrive, the INTEC's computer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucked&lt;/span&gt; my pendrive even more with more viruses. Wah, That time I really &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;tu lan&lt;/span&gt; liao. I marah the computer &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAI CI BAI&lt;/span&gt;! and I scolded the technician that they are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucktards&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is one thing. Studies for me was totally &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Fucking&lt;/span&gt; hell when I first sat for my religion paper test. Who is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; asshole who is so "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;" smart to come out with a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ass-ramming&lt;/span&gt; thesis about the big &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gangbang&lt;/span&gt; (BIG BANG)huh?! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAI CI PIET&lt;/span&gt; betul aaaa. Dun even know what to write for the answer. I ask what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lan ciao&lt;/span&gt; the teacher is thinking when she set this paper. Who &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; reads the STEADY STATE THEORY besides the theory is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bullcrap &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyways.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Whoever wrote the theory must be fucking high after eating &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shitloads&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bull rectums and testicals&lt;/span&gt; combo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Could not finish my bio paper. How come everybody around me is so &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; smart? I look like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; retard going to college..... "ET.... Home..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I will do the tag eichi gave me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer One : The Outside&lt;br /&gt;Name : Hilary Kueh Hon Yun (Please do not spell hilary like this&gt;(Hillary) Those who still spell like this are retards.&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date : 20 OCTOBER 1989 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Current Status : Single and it's complicated.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour : black as dark as night, filled with evil.&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour : err.. black, ragged and hard like my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Righty or Lefty : right is the correct spelling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Two : On The Inside&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage : Chinese and thank god for that!&lt;br /&gt;Your Fear : Being fucked up (figuratively of course).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Weakness : My waistline.&lt;br /&gt;You perfect Pizza : Something that is not pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Three : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Your Thoughts First Thing When You Wake Up : Fuck, fucking fucked INTEC. (drowsy =.=)&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime : irregular sleeping time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your Most Missed Memory : My PS2 haha. No la, my Form 4 and 5 memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Four : Your Pick&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke : Coke in raw form. Drugs are good hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;McDonald's or Burger King : Kolo mee is better and cheaper.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates : &lt;strike&gt;FUKCING is better&lt;/strike&gt; Not dating anytime now or later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adidas or Nike : Uhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tea or Nestea : Nestea. It's have caffein (man my body is pumped with drugs...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : I dont like sweet things so bitter chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cappucino or Coffee : Black coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Five : Do You ...&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : never ever. Smokers...&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; fuck&lt;/span&gt; off and die!&lt;br /&gt;Curse : I dunno how bout &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck, shit, dick, asshole, bitch, fucktard, ass-ramming, bullshit, cibai, lanciao, tu lan, pu bo kia, and lam pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Take a Shower : YEs. ARE you retarted? who &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; made this questions? A retarted monkey with a laptop wiping &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shit on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the laptop&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a Crush : Had.&lt;br /&gt;Think You've Been In Love: I love my family, and God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go To School : No I am retard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want To Get Married : No, girls are the roots of all problem. Hehe, I might sound sexist but I don't trust anything that bleeds for three days and doesn't die.&lt;br /&gt;Believe In Yourself : No. I never do. Believe in God's will.&lt;br /&gt;Think You're a Health Freak : Hahahahahahahahaha. Tell that to a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fat-ass&lt;/span&gt;. Nice going &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;deepshit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Six : In The Past Month&lt;br /&gt;Drank Alcohol : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Intec is a goddamn hellhole. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need beer&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gone To The Mall : A run down shoplot that passed for a shopping mall called PKNS? yea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been On Stage : In front of my class for a presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi : No. Do I look Japanese?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dyed Your Hair : No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Seven : Have You Ever ...&lt;br /&gt;Played A Stripping Game : Strip?! Tuo tiao tua tiao tuo tiao.&lt;br /&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In : Nope. Since I like being a retard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Eight : AgeYou're Hoping&lt;br /&gt;To Get Married : INSIGNIFICANT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Nine : In A Girl/Guy&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour : red as blood&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour : long and brown black hair shining under the light.&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair : Long. The miko shoujo type! Or something like Jubei from Onimusha Dawn of Dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107407656729311394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RuEoNB51-KI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hq4hgDW4muY/s320/onimusha_dawn_art_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She kicks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Ten : What Were You Doing&lt;br /&gt;1 Min Ago : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bitching&lt;/span&gt; about INTEC&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Ago : Bathing&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago : AT SUbang Parade with Chris eating at Nandos&lt;br /&gt;1 Month Ago : At home playing PS2&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fucking&lt;/span&gt; around in Form 5 talking bad about Titler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Eleven : Finish The Sentence&lt;br /&gt;I Love : My friends, God, family and my PS2 and my home and KUCHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Feel : Retarded&lt;br /&gt;I Hate : INTEC.&lt;br /&gt;I Hide : My feelings at times. But who gives a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I Need : Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Layer Twelve : Tag Five People &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, I tag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hippo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fabian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I have very few blogger friends that hvae not been tagged yet. this is the best I can master.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, thats all for now. See ya.&lt;/div&gt;&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-7193342292199207703?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7193342292199207703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=7193342292199207703&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/7193342292199207703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/7193342292199207703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RuEoNB51-KI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Hq4hgDW4muY/s72-c/onimusha_dawn_art_13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-5211857817390152684</id><published>2007-07-17T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T20:24:17.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey hey, posting here in INTEC is a pain!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had not been blogging much as blogging here is really really a pain in the neck. Hehe. I am doing fine just that the food here sucks like 10^9999999 suckage power. Sigh....... Oh well, here's what i have been up to as the stingy management gave me 1 hour to do my blogging.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyHLVYUGI/AAAAAAAAATU/6ot3NkRGV9k/s1600-h/Edited+pinished.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088137515393110114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyHLVYUGI/AAAAAAAAATU/6ot3NkRGV9k/s320/Edited+pinished.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My A-Level Medicine Class, got elected as class representative. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyHbVYUHI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZS510JizTak/s1600-h/IMG_0943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088137519688077426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyHbVYUHI/AAAAAAAAATc/ZS510JizTak/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took a picture with BLUE HYPPO MASCOT IN KLCC. The gay hyppo kept rubbing my stomach for no f**king reason. Ahhh.... shit. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088138894077612226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyzXbVYUMI/AAAAAAAAAUE/g3ViLMsn0Ak/s320/IMG_0940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i am jealous, how can a gay hyppo get chickSS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyHrVYUII/AAAAAAAAATk/Pfz3xMXU3x4/s1600-h/IMG_0945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088137523983044738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyHrVYUII/AAAAAAAAATk/Pfz3xMXU3x4/s320/IMG_0945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DOREAMON was also present at KLCC. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyH7VYUJI/AAAAAAAAATs/mtctynlS4Ds/s1600-h/IMG_0948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088137528278012050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyH7VYUJI/AAAAAAAAATs/mtctynlS4Ds/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A couple of Fitness dancers at KLCC. Actually they dance quite nicely just that i ran out of memory to capture the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyILVYUKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WJ-eJ5WCW0s/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088137532572979362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyILVYUKI/AAAAAAAAAT0/WJ-eJ5WCW0s/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My room mate, Thiru... celebrated his birthday. Me and peter(my other roommate bought a cake for him fromk Secret recipe which led to my pocket being bloody.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088138889782644914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyzXLVYULI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SpaGxN0_biw/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My roommate, Peter... a shy boy hehe, but diam-diam ubi berisi. He acts cool/quiet to attract chicks. Hehehehehehe. Ladies be careful of this guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;alrite, this is for the time being. adios muchahos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-5211857817390152684?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5211857817390152684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=5211857817390152684&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5211857817390152684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5211857817390152684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-hey-posting-here-in-intec-is-pain.html' title='Hey hey, posting here in INTEC is a pain!!!!'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RpyyHLVYUGI/AAAAAAAAATU/6ot3NkRGV9k/s72-c/Edited+pinished.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-7049211697565396809</id><published>2007-06-29T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T22:23:29.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bound for KL.... INTEC UITM.</title><content type='html'>Wow.... the day has finally come.... i wrote this less than 7 hours before my flight and tell you the truth i am so damn nervous i felt sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been troubling myself with the what if questions....&lt;br /&gt;You know like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I cannot cope.&lt;br /&gt;What if I get lousy damn fucking roommates.&lt;br /&gt;What if I missed out on something during packing.&lt;br /&gt;What if I get bullied..&lt;br /&gt;What if what if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just leave it all to God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my face when i am nervous,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoUT7eZ-NTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NCS3t6L2YMs/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoUT7eZ-NTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NCS3t6L2YMs/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081489667052680498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                    GAK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I realized I have idling for more than three months doing nothing but gaming... so it is refreshing going back to school again. More like college now muahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoUT7uZ-NUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1ZDy61TSaiw/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoUT7uZ-NUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1ZDy61TSaiw/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081489671347647810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                        YeaAA!!!! Can't wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this might be my post for a long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long  long long long long long long long long long long long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoUVuOZ-NWI/AAAAAAAAATM/h51Y3UpjPwI/s1600-h/IMG_0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoUVuOZ-NWI/AAAAAAAAATM/h51Y3UpjPwI/s320/IMG_0896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081491638442669410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO GOOD LUCK IN STUDIES GUYS AND GOD BLESS YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss you all huhuhu T_T....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-7049211697565396809?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7049211697565396809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=7049211697565396809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/7049211697565396809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/7049211697565396809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/bound-for-kl-intec-uitm.html' title='Bound for KL.... INTEC UITM.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoUT7eZ-NTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/NCS3t6L2YMs/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6285724596653027844</id><published>2007-06-27T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T01:00:16.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An official Maple Ass ass in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoFC42db9II/AAAAAAAAASc/KTotlyQgZg0/s1600-h/Maple0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoFC42db9II/AAAAAAAAASc/KTotlyQgZg0/s320/Maple0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080415399109719170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so long i had finally achieved the level of 30 and made my advancement from rogue to an @$$@$$in. The quest aint easy but i pulled through but there is one thing fucked up about this quest.... there's no beer to celebrate although it is a freaking bar. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I played Abner's Halo 2 and I'd say it is a joy fragging your friends. You know, the joy of catching him off guard and pumping him full of needlers or one good placed shotgun shell on his back. Or.... a stab with the energy sword. The best would be to beat him down with any weapon or lob a sticky grenade at his back. HALO 2 RULES!!!!! Can't wait for Halo 3. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoFEjmdb9JI/AAAAAAAAASk/26n_C0pHfTs/s1600-h/Halo+2+screen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoFEjmdb9JI/AAAAAAAAASk/26n_C0pHfTs/s320/Halo+2+screen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080417233060754578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energy sword.... loads of fun when abner's not using it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoFE52db9KI/AAAAAAAAASs/3UraZA_rCag/s1600-h/halo2_ss03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoFE52db9KI/AAAAAAAAASs/3UraZA_rCag/s320/halo2_ss03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080417615312843938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plasma Grenade..... even more fun hehehe.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just for fun... I will post the Halo 3 trailer. Coming out this year XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n9FTfgueLk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9n9FTfgueLk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's all bitches&lt;br /&gt; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6657634117424727214-6285724596653027844?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6285724596653027844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6285724596653027844&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6285724596653027844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6285724596653027844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/official-maple-ass-ass-in.html' title='An official Maple Ass ass in'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RoFC42db9II/AAAAAAAAASc/KTotlyQgZg0/s72-c/Maple0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-551353040367230670</id><published>2007-06-23T22:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T02:06:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling alley gutter lover...</title><content type='html'>Been Kinda slacking off from blogging so i just wanna blog on what i did this past few days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: Drew A  Katana Chick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, i basically threw away my drawing skills  when  I left high school so  getting a paper and a  pencil out to draw again is kinda fun xD  though i suck (100 000 000  million times  more  than  other  people  i  know. )  I  read some fashion magazine somewhere so i caught a glimpse of a fairly nice dress so i decided to draw it.... u know... just to see how my drawing skill is now. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn006mdb89I/AAAAAAAAARE/tzndKT6XOHk/s1600-h/IMG_0900.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn006mdb89I/AAAAAAAAARE/tzndKT6XOHk/s320/IMG_0900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079274136104858578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The completed sketch.....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03Y2db9CI/AAAAAAAAARs/oo52o7Ih0U0/s1600-h/IMG_0901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03Y2db9CI/AAAAAAAAARs/oo52o7Ih0U0/s320/IMG_0901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079276854819157026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First thoughts that came to me when i finished her costume was "This girl isn't kick @SS enough" so i added a katana to make her a samurai chick actually is like modern samurai chick .... I pictured her quick drawing her sword and cutting down three enemies within a second. Then there would be six enemies coming to her from all around her and she swings her sword in one big circular motion and cuts the enemies in half. Hehehehe.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two....: A Kick ASS hunter archress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored and had nothing to do... there were nothing on the bloody TV on a hot bloody afternoon and had not bloody plans on going out.... Then i thought well lets draw a bloody kick ass archer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so the perilious journey begins....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first i drew the posture to make her look like a cool BAMF which in term means (Bad @$$ mutha *******)And this is my intial sketch...... in front of my computer is the place i did my drawing..... hehehehe.... beside the piece of drawing is the second-hand diskman i got from my bro....  I didnt have a scanner so i took pics with my lousy 2 megapixel BENQ camera (GAH!!!!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn09SGdb9HI/AAAAAAAAASU/7XJHlNul2qY/s1600-h/IMG_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn09SGdb9HI/AAAAAAAAASU/7XJHlNul2qY/s320/IMG_0904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079283335924806770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The intial sketch......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My initial sketch was kinda normal... you know.... you basically garden variety archer.... a wooden bow, a tribal tattoo, leather skin, arrow pouch and small arrows... Then i was chatting with Terri online and i asked her opinion about it( Terri's drawing is kick ass drop dead gorgeous...... XD) I will also post some of eichi's drawings here but you can find them in deviantart. And i decided to make her look a MFBAMF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so.... i enlarged a bow to a scary extent....by which is beyond human capability to lift it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03ZGdb9DI/AAAAAAAAAR0/J9t-NCWIwW0/s1600-h/IMG_0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03ZGdb9DI/AAAAAAAAAR0/J9t-NCWIwW0/s320/IMG_0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079276859114124338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me about three hours to get the bow done..... I took some wikipedia and googling to search for calligraphy and design motives because i ran out of nice designs for the bow. In front of the bow is a tri-edged sytche or a schimitar... Picture her hacking away close enemies with that... note there are twin pikes situated within the area for puncture damage..... Actually I designed the bow for use it field battle where the archers are vulnerable to attack from calvary.... so this bow with infict double damage to horses if the horses charge too close and the archer can shoot down the horsemen from far...XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then i realized something reli important.... the arrows are too short..... Oh well, I made the pouch bigger and the arrows longer so pratically the archers are walking ballistas.... (if you dunno what ballistas are watch Hero you know the chinese movie where Jet Li performs and there are millions of archers firing using their legs? Oh well google it would be easier)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03ZGdb9EI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iSqti_aB_Y0/s1600-h/IMG_0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03ZGdb9EI/AAAAAAAAAR8/iSqti_aB_Y0/s320/IMG_0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079276859114124354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finished Picture of Hunter Archress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also added a dagger at her back so if her bow breaks off she would not be unarmed.... Hunter archresses fight for the glory of death (Give them nothing! But take from them everything!!! Tonight! No spartans die!!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03ZWdb9FI/AAAAAAAAASE/2cBF6ncAGeo/s1600-h/IMG_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03ZWdb9FI/AAAAAAAAASE/2cBF6ncAGeo/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079276863409091666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.... Three: Movie time&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the movies with Chris Chin, Aaron, Terri and Wendy. We were supposed to watch two movies but in the end we watched one 90% because i had to go back for dinner with relatives. Sigh.... =.='''' Anyways, Wendy is as cheery as usual though a bit tired from some activity she had in the morning...some persatuan i think. Aaron still has a firm butt and Chris is his usual sarcastic prick self. Terri had SHORT hair.... OMG D: . But it is not that bad.... looks almost like Faye's hair but a bit bigger..... XD anyway it is her hair style. Moving on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrek 3 was kinda ok ok. My favourite part was when Shrek knighted the guy... poor dude. I also like the part of Pinnochio.... (Well, you see i dunno where he might not have been but partially agreeing that the fact that bla bla bla....) it was fun XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we went out to have lunch. It is just me or do usually friends hanging out have problems deciding a place to eat? When I went out with Chris and Gary's gang we took 20 mins to decide a place to eat.... after cybercafe. When I go out to a amovie we took 10-15 mins deciding to eat before going to sarawak plaza. Oh well, the girls stayed at Sarawak Plaza while us guys when to McD.. Quote from Chris: "McDonalds always saves the day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went bowling with out the girls. I didn't bring any shoes so i had to rent socks and shoes... Here's some pics taken during the bowling thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn006mdb8-I/AAAAAAAAARM/ArlSmrNtjac/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn006mdb8-I/AAAAAAAAARM/ArlSmrNtjac/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079274136104858594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ball in the gutter.... a common sight in our game... Try and guess whose is it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn007Gdb9BI/AAAAAAAAARk/5O68dyvYhFM/s1600-h/IMG_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn007Gdb9BI/AAAAAAAAARk/5O68dyvYhFM/s320/IMG_0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079274144694793234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn0062db9AI/AAAAAAAAARc/9bGtX_0dKjk/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn0062db9AI/AAAAAAAAARc/9bGtX_0dKjk/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079274140399825922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's face...disappointed as his ball went into the gutter. But he creamed my ass and Chris' too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03Zmdb9GI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnHWEWSx8dg/s1600-h/IMG_0919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn03Zmdb9GI/AAAAAAAAASM/ZnHWEWSx8dg/s320/IMG_0919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079276867704058978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris rolled a ball so slow that the bowl got stuck..... thanks to him the score board got whacked for few turns..&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/6657634117424727214-551353040367230670?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/551353040367230670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=551353040367230670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/551353040367230670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/551353040367230670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/bowling-alley-gutter-lover.html' title='Bowling alley gutter lover...'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rn006mdb89I/AAAAAAAAARE/tzndKT6XOHk/s72-c/IMG_0900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-8986036866936110807</id><published>2007-06-11T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T01:21:04.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn baby burn....</title><content type='html'>A past few days i was too lazy to blog. And Eichi been urging me to update my blog. XD.&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i have done.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum been urging me to burn the books that were kept away after my SPM. Eagerly i complied xD. SO i began piling up the paper which is to be burned. Here's the pile of crap from Form 4 and 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvRmdb86I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1WXjm8Y5hGc/s1600-h/IMG_0859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvRmdb86I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1WXjm8Y5hGc/s320/IMG_0859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074482859568001954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAy, more fuel......XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvR2db87I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oPWesFrAshE/s1600-h/IMG_0863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvR2db87I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/oPWesFrAshE/s320/IMG_0863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074482863862969266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo i took during that time because my mum was reluctant to take the photo for me. Mirror works well though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time to get burning...... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwtQGdb8zI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DnFObKmBowc/s1600-h/IMG_0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwtQGdb8zI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DnFObKmBowc/s320/IMG_0866.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480634774942514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                Smoke! Yay, Flames XD.&lt;br /&gt;Of course Moral was the first to go. Then followed by english papers. And then the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwtQWdb80I/AAAAAAAAAP8/pxwLQIq1lps/s1600-h/IMG_0876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwtQWdb80I/AAAAAAAAAP8/pxwLQIq1lps/s320/IMG_0876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480639069909826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                      Check out the evil grin. I was enjoying myself hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwwgWdb88I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_JaBBLCrfq0/s1600-h/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwwgWdb88I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/_JaBBLCrfq0/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074484212482700226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for kicks i threw the CD in as well.. It was melted like 3 second though. the smell was horrible and my mum nearly found out hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwtQmdb82I/AAAAAAAAAQM/OxA6IXXr4fA/s1600-h/IMG_0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwtQmdb82I/AAAAAAAAAQM/OxA6IXXr4fA/s320/IMG_0880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480643364877154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         You can see bluish pile that has melted. Thats the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, yesterday my friend from Australia whom i met in PLKN visited Kuching to see his friends using his own money. I gotta admit he's a pretty boy hehe.... XD&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwtQGdb8yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EqzAE32CBMo/s1600-h/IMG_0881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwtQGdb8yI/AAAAAAAAAPs/EqzAE32CBMo/s320/IMG_0881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074480634774942498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     That's me and Tom in Crown Square in the Causebays Restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvRmdb84I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Sup-Egop6Do/s1600-h/IMG_0884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvRmdb84I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Sup-Egop6Do/s320/IMG_0884.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074482859568001922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  That is the miserable toast i ate. They gave me the wrong order. I tot that was reli fucked up but i din give a shit. I ate it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvRmdb85I/AAAAAAAAAQk/300l7yUfclQ/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvRmdb85I/AAAAAAAAAQk/300l7yUfclQ/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074482859568001938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, that's the bunch of girls which was in my team in PLKN. From left to rite, Lily (the highest girl scorer in M16 shootout=83 points /100 points. ) Yee Ping and Janet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvRWdb83I/AAAAAAAAAQU/wXHdKugJmO4/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvRWdb83I/AAAAAAAAAQU/wXHdKugJmO4/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074482855273034610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I gave Tom a tour of Kuching but sadly he can't eat much. Well, Kuching is a food haven anyway so there's nothing else to see except eat the food. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, thats what i have been up to lately. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I had a great time going out with Gary, Faye, Caleb and CHung. We spend time talking at coffee bean near sarawak plaza before Caleb decided to head to McD at 1.30 a.m. The biggest mistake was i drank coffee and it kept me up until 4 after i got back at 3.00 a.m. But it was nice XD. I hope i can do this sometime again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-8986036866936110807?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8986036866936110807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=8986036866936110807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8986036866936110807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8986036866936110807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/06/burn-baby-burn.html' title='Burn baby burn....'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RmwvRmdb86I/AAAAAAAAAQs/1WXjm8Y5hGc/s72-c/IMG_0859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-1068038759213645802</id><published>2007-05-27T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T01:18:12.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwahaha.... just got my stupid com back from the recycling centre...</title><content type='html'>Well, three days ago i decided my computer deserves a far "better" place than on my table.... so i shiped it to the recycling centre where the pounding machine will have more fun with it than me. But the guys at the recycling centre condemned my computer to be far inferior compared to all the other computers they had "dealt" with so they shipped back the computer to me. In my last attempt to save my computer from further humiliation, i decided to upgrade its ram. and i did. But doing so rendered me unable to do my current hobby... video editing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futhermore the guy at the computer health shop said that he need to reformat my com and he did. So all my video editing materials went to scrap and my maple story game wiped clean. Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, fuck that. I wont be here any longer so what the hell. When in Malaysia, do what Malaysians do.... think that thing are better than what it seems....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Btw, these are the video i have done...... And thanks to eichi for uploading them ..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onion head rules, pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Dqzsu9ET_A"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Dqzsu9ET_A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey and clover beer advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPDDVO5iiyU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPDDVO5iiyU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class in 4j.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-1068038759213645802?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1068038759213645802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=1068038759213645802&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1068038759213645802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1068038759213645802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/bwahaha-just-got-my-stupid-com-back.html' title='Bwahaha.... just got my stupid com back from the recycling centre...'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6152815038951802678</id><published>2007-05-15T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:12:40.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All about india and their culture.</title><content type='html'>So.... JPA is planning to send me to India for my medical studies. So i decided to surf the net to check out the place... you know. Because i have this really f**ked up imagination that indians from india are like bogglehead things you put on the dashboard of a car XD. Like they talk while shaking their head up and down like a bogglehead would do. "Do you want some curry?" (boing boing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that.. ok here's the problem... as if my brain has this tendency to take this already f**ked up imagination to the next level. So now its f**ked up beyond all belief (FUBAR). So i imagine them to have the funniest english accent in the whole world XD.  Like  "Do you like^^ some curry?^^" so i will be rolling on the ground laughing. Saying that that is the funniest shit i have ever heard. Like those indian bollywood movies which they speak so fast that u couldnt understand ??? XD. One sentence in one breath. Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough critizing...... i am just stating what my mind thinks. Honestly, probably i am still high from sniffing all that mosquito repellant i sprayed in my room while playing 02Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So getting to know india. So first, i need to know how the flag looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiO3D6fPwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lmHDWC591zI/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiO3D6fPwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lmHDWC591zI/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064454857572695810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here..... the indian flag. XD. Well i am kinda confused about the round thing in the middle, because it looked like a wheel at first glance..... and then somehow it looks like an eye...... then it looks like the insides of a gun barrel....... I dunno but i think is subliminal. Probably i am wrong so f**k that. I am streaming dane cook while doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing is i took a short glance at the map of India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiO3j6fPyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6Prjp4X8se0/s1600-h/india_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiO3j6fPyI/AAAAAAAAAOU/6Prjp4X8se0/s320/india_map.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064454866162630434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the names are too long so i didn't bother to scrutinise it.  I just categorized it, north india, south india.... thats it. According to my mum's friend who is an indian, the north indians are rich bastards and the south indians are the poor souls. I hope i end up in the north part because i don't wanna wind up dead on the street somewhere southern india after being robbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiO3j6fPzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3bfdTnre-sw/s1600-h/india-taj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiO3j6fPzI/AAAAAAAAAOc/3bfdTnre-sw/s320/india-taj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064454866162630450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here a Taj Mahal.  I hope i can visit one day. All you other folks goin to UK and stuff on have like  what washington monument?....... F**kingham Palace?  Whatever dudes,  i got the Taj Mahal......  one of the seven wonders of the world.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuf of the place.. Now is to dive in on the people.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i have discovered that on the social side, i lose to all of you people. Ok here's a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiTBj6fP6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/8hjRHPh6PUQ/s1600-h/Teenagers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiTBj6fP6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/8hjRHPh6PUQ/s320/Teenagers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064459436007833506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what type of people you get when you go to europe or some other country. I bet that there are hot chicks, cute chicks, cool guys, handsome ladies and pretty boys hanging about. And they look happy to see you XD.  Me? Welll, here's what....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSUz6fP1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Kxu9emYuL6A/s1600-h/050330-India-Repairmarket-17-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSUz6fP1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Kxu9emYuL6A/s320/050330-India-Repairmarket-17-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064458667208687442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok this is your stereotypical indian chap. XD Mustache...... check..... Beard... checkaroo....... hairy?...... Very XDXD. Bwahaha. But they look like fun people to be with you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok about the food... i dare say that i will be having the best food ever there. Bwahaha. here is why. India, they have.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiO3z6fP0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZiQDhbIqc5A/s1600-h/ma061100211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiO3z6fP0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/ZiQDhbIqc5A/s320/ma061100211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064454870457597762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfast indian Style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Actually i dun get why there is so much stuff for a simple breakfast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSVD6fP2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/6Sl6ye5tH_s/s1600-h/chapati.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSVD6fP2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/6Sl6ye5tH_s/s320/chapati.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064458671503654754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chapati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSVT6fP3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/QecxnRubuAE/s1600-h/mixed-tandoori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSVT6fP3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/QecxnRubuAE/s320/mixed-tandoori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064458675798622066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tandoori Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSVj6fP5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/f2jY5yRdUTA/s1600-h/spicy_chicken_masala_curry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSVj6fP5I/AAAAAAAAAPM/f2jY5yRdUTA/s320/spicy_chicken_masala_curry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064458680093589394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And of course...... Curry.... which i will be eating twenty-four seven.&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 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You guys at the west will be stuck with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiTBj6fP7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/B8WcCKUAfrQ/s1600-h/world_most_expensive_sandwich.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiTBj6fP7I/AAAAAAAAAPc/B8WcCKUAfrQ/s320/world_most_expensive_sandwich.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064459436007833522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A sandwich&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;So, i have briefly described the place i am gonna be in for like 5-6 years. Somehow, i feel like i cant stand eating curry for 5-6 years so i will be learning to cook stuff...... like scrambled eggs and porridge so i don't get sick of curry. At least i will be tasting curry in its original form!!! BWAHAHAHAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSVT6fP4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/p4nAU1wXMco/s1600-h/o2jam-commercial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiSVT6fP4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/p4nAU1wXMco/s320/o2jam-commercial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064458675798622082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yea.... btw i have downloaded and played 02 Jam on my com. So anyone interested for a showdown in 02 Jam...... look for FriedEg0G (Typo mistake and i and stuck with it) lvl 15 rite now. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiXlz6fP8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/nWtV9WlyZvg/s1600-h/1047.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiXlz6fP8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/nWtV9WlyZvg/s320/1047.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064464456824602562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i also watched bokusatsu tenshi dokuro-chan after streaming it from youtube. It is like happy tree friends but more bloody and funny. And the story does not make any sense like a typical Japanese anime (Sorry faye).  Please dun watch this  anime as it contains high level of cheekiness at the same level as south park. So if u think ur innocent... stay away. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish blogging liao&lt;br /&gt;-Hilary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6657634117424727214-6152815038951802678?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6152815038951802678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6152815038951802678&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6152815038951802678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6152815038951802678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-about-india-and-their-culture.html' title='All about india and their culture.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkiO3D6fPwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lmHDWC591zI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6969719693923723984</id><published>2007-05-13T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:03:35.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, Restarting my blog. XD</title><content type='html'>I guess i should continue to blog after so much time being away from this. I was too lazy to give a crap bwahahaahahahahahahahh XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  since i got medical scholarship under jpa to study in India, i guess i might as well blog now because studying medical leaves me no time to do blogging liaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a one interesting thingthat happened when i wasn't blogging XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the tip of Borneo.... Sematan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcGtj6fPlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tXYbLtXuetY/s1600-h/IMG_0819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcGtj6fPlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tXYbLtXuetY/s320/IMG_0819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064023685805850194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my annoying little sister by the sematan beach. The sand was like soft and fine grains of burning dust and i wasn't wear any slippers. My feet was killin' when i took this picture XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHqz6fPmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c8l-mLM04uM/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHqz6fPmI/AAAAAAAAAM0/c8l-mLM04uM/s320/IMG_0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064024738072837730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dead tree is lying at the middle of the beach so i took it. Thought it might be interesting XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHrD6fPnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/k08uhvreLAo/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHrD6fPnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/k08uhvreLAo/s320/IMG_0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064024742367805042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh, the beach has so many tiny holes due to tiny crabs digging into them. Couldn't catch any crab because the holes are rather deep and i was too lazy to dig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHrj6fPoI/AAAAAAAAANE/KPptg5LpBNI/s1600-h/IMG_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHrj6fPoI/AAAAAAAAANE/KPptg5LpBNI/s320/IMG_0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064024750957739650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The building in the background is the Telekom hostel where my dad and a couple of his friends hang out when they were young. It amazes me because the building is still standing because the other hostels are really broken down. Oh yea, we were there for the annual celebration of the sematan HQ anniversary. My father wanted to come so i followed XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHrz6fPpI/AAAAAAAAANM/kbBJPxNgfrc/s1600-h/IMG_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHrz6fPpI/AAAAAAAAANM/kbBJPxNgfrc/s320/IMG_0824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064024755252706962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two islands. Someday i will find out what they are called. but then i couldn't be bothered. I was basking under the warmth of the sunlight and enjoying the beach wind running smoothly on on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHsD6fPqI/AAAAAAAAANU/sySJV76aY3A/s1600-h/IMG_0829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcHsD6fPqI/AAAAAAAAANU/sySJV76aY3A/s320/IMG_0829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064024759547674274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is a hermit crab. Because of my stupid camera.... (a 2 mega pixel camera) it could capture it. My dad and i spend time catching this creatures as they are washed up onto shore by the waves. It was fun XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcKyj6fPrI/AAAAAAAAANc/cgQECATUUxw/s1600-h/IMG_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcKyj6fPrI/AAAAAAAAANc/cgQECATUUxw/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064028169751707314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The incoming waves. It feels so nice when it hits ur leg. But remember.... wear shorts and bring extra pants!!! I forgot to do that and my pants was wet. it is a grueling 1 hour drive home and it is not helping when ur pants are wet u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcKyz6fPsI/AAAAAAAAANk/31vjjI0H8xk/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcKyz6fPsI/AAAAAAAAANk/31vjjI0H8xk/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064028174046674626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The telekom staff and their families. Barbeque is the way to cook. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcKzT6fPuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B6sBmq3Gd6s/s1600-h/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcKzT6fPuI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B6sBmq3Gd6s/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064028182636609250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mum and dad. XD This is the place where they spend time together when they are young XD. Kinda nice to know and romantic XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcL6z6fPvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IurdJmMLw0E/s1600-h/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcL6z6fPvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/IurdJmMLw0E/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064029410997255922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron was also present at the scene. We talked for a while and he is going to matrikulasi in labuan while waiting for the local MMU telekom scholarship. He will surely get one la. Anyway, he commented that the chicken wings that was bbqed by his dad sucks. In front of him (gasp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that , my family and i returned to the city and i went for driving class which spawned a series of frightening near-miss accidents. Bwahahahaa... i wish i can go back to the beach XD&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-6969719693923723984?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6969719693923723984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6969719693923723984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6969719693923723984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6969719693923723984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/05/yay-restarting-my-blog-xd.html' title='Yay, Restarting my blog. XD'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RkcGtj6fPlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tXYbLtXuetY/s72-c/IMG_0819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-115739590535011736</id><published>2007-04-09T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T22:15:07.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog will be CLOSED DOWN till further notice.</title><content type='html'>Hi guys. As the title say this blog will be closed down until further notice if not permanently. Don't ask why just that I'm kinda stressed out and I am tired of blogging already. So then. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-115739590535011736?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/115739590535011736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=115739590535011736&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/115739590535011736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/115739590535011736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-blog-will-be-closed-down-till.html' title='This blog will be CLOSED DOWN till further notice.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-3673306362980904177</id><published>2007-03-31T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T22:56:57.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, what do you think?</title><content type='html'>Here's a test I sat.... I don't know if its crap so I'm letting u guys judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Generally, your personality can be summarized as that of&lt;br /&gt;'Creative Encourager'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Strengths are as follows&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying, "Sticks and stones may break some bones, but words will never do", may be applicable to you. You are not bothered by what others think about you. You probably will never be bored with yourself. This is because you are always working on various new approaches. Most people find organisational turmoil very stressful but not you. For you, such conditions are ideal moments to show your resourcefulness. Driven by an inner desire for original solutions, you enquire deeper and deeper into the issues, seeking to find the right answers. While others are scared stiff of confronting trouble, you would rather face them head on. You are flexible in solving problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any given opportunity, you will grab one that offers you a whole new range of activities to indulge in. You prefer new approaches to traditional ways of doing things. Thus, you are likely to be seen as a reformer. Dreamer may be what you are to other people, but what makes your dreams special is that they are a manifestation of your powerful imagination. You are full of new ideas, which you would like other to know. You may best do this by engaging in artistic endeavours. Being part of the crowd does not appeal to you. In fact, you refuse to be bothered by what others think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always do things very differently from others. Inhibition and you don't go together. You do not like traditional ways of doing things. Colleagues will enjoy your company since you are careful not to reject them. Saying "No" to them would probably hurt you more than them. Avoiding tense situations, you would prefer to steer clear of trouble. Your efforts help diffuse any potential conflict. You can be a vital source of support for anyone from subordinates to superiors. When colleagues are down with social problems, they can easily count on your support in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally people would have no problem working with you, and you are careful about how people perceive you. Those placed under your care and supervision values your genuine care and concern for them. Your presence is very comforting for those around you, as you do not force others to do things against their will. There would be fewer wars and strife around, if everyone learnt from your love of peace and your belief in its preservation. If every neighbour were like you, then your neighbourhood would be full of goodwill - thanks to your emphasis on maintaining harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energies are channelled to the welfare of the team and its objectives. You are calm and composed in the face of adversity. You have a strong sense of loyalty to those you associate with. You are not the type that easily offends people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You may have these weaknesses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that a group of caterpillars going round and round in circles eventually die out due to starvation? Hence, break the cycle and accept the authority to lead from time to time. There are times when you must insist that things be done on time so that an entire system does not malfunction or becomes retarded as a result of an over-tolerant attitude toward those under your supervision. Although patience is a strength, you must maintain a delicate balance so as not to sacrifice efficiency or allow others to trample your dignity. Could your lack of insistence for fast results be due to a lack of motivation? Don't short-change yourself on the fast track of life. Your high sense of tolerance of others may lead you to accommodate unnecessary garbage from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life right is a matter of keeping to the right timing. Don't let your kind tolerance toward others over-ride the need for them to get something done on time. Don't blame the guy or gal who beat you to your desired position or object if you lacked the drive to win. Transform your instinct for survival into a healthy desire to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You tend to express your creativity in the following ways &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your creative ideas may be limited by your fear that others may not accept them.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy expressing fun-filled creativity and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic solutions to problems you encounter.&lt;br /&gt;Humorous and refreshing views of an existing situation.&lt;br /&gt;May express your creative ideas in gentle ways to others.&lt;br /&gt;Collaborates with others to emerge with creative outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;Limited by level of approval and acceptability by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="240" width="210"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="right" height="18" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td rowspan="11" align="center" height="188" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.leonard.com.my/images/blue.jpg" border="0" height="167" width="20" /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td rowspan="11" align="center" height="188" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.leonard.com.my/images/green.jpg" border="0" height="165" width="20" /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td rowspan="11" align="center" height="188" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.leonard.com.my/images/orange.jpg" border="0" height="146" width="20" /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td rowspan="11" align="center" height="188" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.leonard.com.my/images/red.jpg" border="0" height="155" width="20" /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td rowspan="11" align="center" height="188" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.leonard.com.my/images/purple.jpg" border="0" height="115" width="20" /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="18" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;90&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="18" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="18" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;70&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="19" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;88&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;87&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;77&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;82&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;61&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt;    &lt;td align="right" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center" height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td height="26" valign="bottom" width="30"&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;            &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O: Openness    N: Neutral       A: Analytical    R: Relational    D: Decisive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can help your organization by &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counselling and helping problematic staff.&lt;br /&gt;Offering positive and encouraging words to members.&lt;br /&gt;Creating a cheerful working environment.&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring others through thought and action.&lt;br /&gt;Making staff feel at ease.&lt;br /&gt;Being a peace-maker between conflicting parties.&lt;br /&gt;Enriching current opinions, source of novelty, aestheticism, beauty and art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In leadership and supervisory roles, it is important that you try to the following steps &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be less emotional when dealing with subordinates.&lt;br /&gt;Be willing to take unpopular decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Avoid the temptation to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Be more insistent and firm as a leader.&lt;br /&gt;In a crisis, avoid being overly emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to welcome new changes in the environment.&lt;br /&gt;Use your sense of humour to develop rapport with subordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To enrich your interpersonal relationships with others, try to do the following &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be more realistic when sharing your opinions.&lt;br /&gt;Offer your loyalty to deserving people and causes.&lt;br /&gt;Give others a chance to announce and implement their plans.&lt;br /&gt;Realize you can't please nor get along with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground and do what is right regardless of others' opinions of you.&lt;br /&gt;Be more careful in accepting others views.&lt;br /&gt;Accept that correction of others is more important than maintaining peace temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok i'm reavealing only this. Judge for urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-3673306362980904177?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3673306362980904177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=3673306362980904177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3673306362980904177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3673306362980904177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-what-do-you-think.html' title='Well, what do you think?'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-2622211273806382283</id><published>2007-03-26T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T14:16:22.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning up a dead rat is fun.</title><content type='html'>Guess what I found in the guest bedroom?? A dead rat. Well, basically it's a mutilated dead rat. My mum and I was cleaning up the bedroom because someone will be sleeping over (One of my mum's friends which I didn't care to know the name because I'll forget anyway. Anyway, based on the crime scene it seems like the rat tried to escape before a cat eventually caught up with him and ate him. This is based on the fact that there were bite marks on its head and partially gnawed off leg. On the crime scene, there is an unidentified organ lying beside the corpse but according to an expert who is my mum, she says it is the stomach. There were also red ants crawling about around the blood stains and the body. The Time of Death of the rat is probably yesterday night because the body hasn't begun to stink. Okay, the corpse was cleaned up and properly buried.... right in the Trienekens rubbish bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the crime scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RgdkkeSOQhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OUeu_L2INFk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RgdkkeSOQhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OUeu_L2INFk/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046112485259493906" 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/6657634117424727214-2622211273806382283?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2622211273806382283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=2622211273806382283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2622211273806382283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2622211273806382283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/03/cleaning-up-dead-rat-is-fun.html' title='Cleaning up a dead rat is fun.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RgdkkeSOQhI/AAAAAAAAAMI/OUeu_L2INFk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-8290781747140410669</id><published>2007-03-19T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:59:33.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe.......</title><content type='html'>Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.......&lt;br /&gt;SIgh....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont feel like blogging today. Too much on my mind. Scholarships, education and all that rubbish. I feel so stressed out that my brain is going haywired. Hey, thanks a lot ministry of Education for making the SPM. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what must i do with my life. Time is limited as now my life clock is ticking down as I  am writing this. Life ain't that simple you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around me is like apply for this... apply for that. Well that's not good, why don't...... I shunned my brain out. Enough. Enough of this madness. It's bad enough with my own voices in my head, now everyone is screaming from every direction. I can't even hear myself think. I tried but it failed. Some voices always manage to penetrate the silence barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;Sigh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11A1s. Hmph, have I really deserved that?  don't know and I couldn't care less anymore. The stupid slip can't even guareetee a scholarship for me. What's the use of scoring 11A1s when no scholarships fits the bill? Am I that worthless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need some time to cool down. My heads getting heavy. My eyelids barely open, its once vigor-filled pupils drained to a lifeless zombiefied look. My hands getting weary of typing..... the constant crackling of the keyboard seemed like sledgehammers hammering down my ears. Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to stop before I turn mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I haven't turned mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your stressed out friend,&lt;br /&gt;Hilary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-8290781747140410669?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8290781747140410669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=8290781747140410669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8290781747140410669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8290781747140410669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/03/maybe.html' title='Maybe.......'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-2993782009533622632</id><published>2007-03-13T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T00:34:45.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 A1s!! YAy!</title><content type='html'>I woke up today from a sweaty dream....... my god i had just experienced a nightmare.... I experienced getting only 8 A1s 2 B3s and a Tidak hadir on the result slip. I glanced over my legs which was hurting from the previous obstacles in National Service.  Then, it was the dreaded time... actual result viewing. Arriving at the hall, I saw Faye.... looking joyous... and I searched for my name on the list. With her help, i was able to find it. It shocked me..... 11 A1s in my face. Did I deserve it? I don't really know.... Was I happy... HELL YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all of us celebrated the five of us (me, chris chung, gay boy , caleb and faye) But first i had to go to BSN and guess what? Duh... There were a lot of people there swarming that place like a bunch of hungry &lt;strike&gt;ass ramming cockmasters&lt;/strike&gt; people ..... so my mum and I wait, wait, and waited until spiders came and built nests on my face. Eventually, it was our turn and the man behind the counters &lt;strike&gt; who was a slow like a zombie in RE3 &lt;/strike&gt; looked like a nice man. So we bought our borang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching home, I went out with them again to mcdonalds. I ate my lunch and was not in the mood for eating. Grown to accustomed to not eating lunch in NS.  Anyway,  we came back to my house  and and ate and drank. An unfortunate event happen the coke spilled over the floor and we had to waste time cleaning it up. Did not know who spilled the drink, too hectic to find out. &lt;strike&gt;I would have TTS that person to oblivion anyway &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye wanted to play Kingdom Hearts 2 so we watched. The f**king cutscenes were so long and I wondered who they hired to do this mental torture to us gamers ..... Osama Bin Laden? Anyway, after FAye went back we played Okami! But my idiotic brother deleted my save file so someone remind me to kill him when he gets back here. The beginning cutscene was 20 minutes long!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it was Gods blessing that I scored well for my exams! Thanks you Lord Almighty! And congrats to all of you out there XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-2993782009533622632?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2993782009533622632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=2993782009533622632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2993782009533622632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2993782009533622632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/03/11-a1s-yay.html' title='11 A1s!! YAy!'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-4646065705303868953</id><published>2007-02-21T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:23:53.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yea! Today I visited Faye's house. The first thing people say was Hilary! You're so dark! Argh. Am I really that dark? Should I be using skin lotion? Man, skin lotions is for sissies. Anyway we had fun at Faye's house. Jabez came back from Sepang PLKN.  He looks like a monk. BWAHAHAAAHAHA! I'm so mean. Then we went to Mr Ang's house where he fed us with sate. (We're supposed to eat one or two but we finished it) No ang paus though. Then we went to my house where we played soul calibur III (I should not be playing because if I play it would not be fair though I enjoy kicking their characters into a bloody pulp. MUAHAHA) Anyway, we headed to Ei Chi's house where she sang two songs for us. Yay! (She's pretty darn good and I give thumbs up for Ei Chi!) So Faye's bro sent me, Chris, Sieng Piaw and Gary back home. So four of us go to Sieng Piaw's home and we played his com unit. IT WAS THE BEST CHINESE NEW YEAR I HAD!!! THANKS YOU GUYS!&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/6657634117424727214-4646065705303868953?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/4646065705303868953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=4646065705303868953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/4646065705303868953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/4646065705303868953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-7276119708904137829</id><published>2007-02-21T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:11:47.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dood!!!! BACK FROM NS FOR A WEEK!</title><content type='html'>Yay! I'm back from the torture camp! I would post more picture in this blog than talk. So be ready!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RdshabG1dEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/urRQ8OALWjY/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RdshabG1dEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/urRQ8OALWjY/s320/3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033653746353402946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my dorm L7. You can see the terrible living conditions here. At least it was livable. muahaha. There are many creepy crawlies on every nook and corner of the room. But after 1 month of living here i got used to it. The sand flies piss me of though but other than that the insects are no threat. (Oh yea, some trainer told us he found a scorpion on our beds so further generations leaving for NS must be darn careful or someone will get hurt...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rdsk9rG1dHI/AAAAAAAAALU/nCfBzLPi2ww/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rdsk9rG1dHI/AAAAAAAAALU/nCfBzLPi2ww/s320/6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033657650478675058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my dorm mates. (In the picture from left to right.... Idham(the big dood) Andason, Said (The one smiling), Christopher (The one with the blanket) , Ainuddin (the specky dude looking skywards), Paul (light blue shirt guy), Tom (The one yellow), Soon (The one in black and orange), and Chris and Sam (The bottom left hand)). They are very nice people though they may go crazy some times. But all is fun. At least with their presence they turned a stinking rat hole dorm into a homely stinking rat hole dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RdsmEbG1dII/AAAAAAAAALc/pwqbFhmIzNY/s1600-h/19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RdsmEbG1dII/AAAAAAAAALc/pwqbFhmIzNY/s320/19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033658865954419842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a message left by Cikgu Shafie( the renowned Kem Putra Sentosa's mad dog. The worst disciplinary trainer ever. He never gets tired of shouting like a mad dog.) At that time some idiot from my dorm jemur their clothes inside the dorm due to rain. And since the trainer was a &lt;strike&gt; A ASS RAMMING COCKMASTER &lt;/strike&gt;sucker for neat ness he punished us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RdsncbG1dJI/AAAAAAAAALk/NA8rXzB7CaQ/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RdsncbG1dJI/AAAAAAAAALk/NA8rXzB7CaQ/s320/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033660377782908050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the whole Delta Squad the most laid back squad ever in PLKN Kem Putra Sentosa. Most people are either ignorant or just too damn lazy to care about anything woohoo! God Bless Lazy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now my watch ticked 1   am so i am pretty damn tired. So I am goin to post again when i come back home on the 11 March. There were some things i wanted to post about.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rdso3bG1dKI/AAAAAAAAALs/mdNCdgiOzkU/s1600-h/1436Valentines_Day_sora_and_kairi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/Rdso3bG1dKI/AAAAAAAAALs/mdNCdgiOzkU/s320/1436Valentines_Day_sora_and_kairi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033661941151003810" border="0" /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day for all those who are couples already. Besides I found this on the net so I thought I might just put it here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU AND MAY YOU HAVE A GLORIOUS AND WONDERFUL NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've been itching to get this thing outta my head. (Those below 17 or have no likeness for profanities please turn back now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Park Theme Song The Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Shut You F**KING FACE UNCLE F**ker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut your f**king face Uncle f**ker&lt;br /&gt;You're c**k @$$ licking Uncle F**ker&lt;br /&gt;You're an uncle f**ker yes it's true&lt;br /&gt;Nobody f**ks uncles quite like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut your f**king face uncle f**ker&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who f**ked your uncle uncle f**ker&lt;br /&gt;You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn&lt;br /&gt;You just f**k your uncle all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh... finally I got it out of my systems. If anyone is offended by this don't blame me. I warned you. The movie has corrupted my fragile little mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-7276119708904137829?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7276119708904137829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=7276119708904137829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/7276119708904137829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/7276119708904137829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2007/02/dood-back-from-ns-for-week.html' title='Dood!!!! BACK FROM NS FOR A WEEK!'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RdshabG1dEI/AAAAAAAAAK4/urRQ8OALWjY/s72-c/3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-2079925546518049871</id><published>2006-12-30T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T01:49:48.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the last post before I go to National Service.</title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed today because it's fun just to spend time with friends before we finally leave to achieve our own goals in life. These picture are dedicated to all of you guys out there and may we keep in touch. :)&lt;br /&gt;Firstly we went to the Pizza Hut junction near the Sarawak Plaza. Here's some pictures. (Dude, it took me forever to upload these pictures) Anyway, the choice of pizza's was made difficult by our indecissiveness. It took us more than 15 mins just to make up our mind especially due to the guy pictured below. But we still had a good time arguing and crapping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014360877465722562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaWppz13sI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1tE0vkhFmcE/s320/gary+edit.JPG" border="0" /&gt; "Shut up and pucker." Gary seduced, flaunting his full moist lips.... (God what am I writing?) Gay people, now's your chance to find your soulmate within this guy. Interested applicants will be short-listed and all applicants must only be Yamada or Rika. Any applicants by the name of Hagu is not allowed to apply as Gary is not a pedophile. (Refer the anime "Honey and Clover")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014344354726534674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaHn5z13hI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UNE2CIFHKjQ/s320/IMG_0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come baby and let's get hot~~" Gary making his move on Jonathan. Can you sense the fireworks going off between this couple? Makes me all funny on the inside. (More like disgusted at myself for writing crap.... couldn't help it. BWAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014345372633783842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaIjJz13iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/vTi_Ho5GlqI/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Caleb and John arrived late so they did not get a good share of the pizza. Wait... something's amiss. Where's Dick??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014346390541033010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaJeZz13jI/AAAAAAAAAF0/A4mJYF2bdtg/s320/IMG_0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, this picture was kinda blurr. But look at Faye's expression... I'd seen that expression somewhere..... hold on. I'll search for in within my old pics (*Fumble Fumble*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014362183135780562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaX1pz13tI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ohwdL_BB90Q/s320/eidi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Found it. See the similarity? BWAAAAHAAAHAAHA (imitate by pronouncing the length of the a's accordingly)..... Just trying to poke fun hehe. No offense dude. :) Anyway, moving on......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014348752773045842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaLn5z13lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9RM3DB5-nxg/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's Frederick after he returned from making peace with the Germans.... you know. (water the daisies.., drain the water monster..., trinkle trinkle, you know what am I talking about la.) His expression now is "Dude, where's the food?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Detour~~~ I came across Bobo's picture will I was searching through my files. In case of you who had forgotten it, it is the overstuffed rabbit-like creature which lived chained to Terri's pencil box.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014351922458910306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaOgZz13mI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bhOPUYmQg8U/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Bobo went M.I.A (missing in action) after Terri man handled it. I heard that Terri dropped it into a drain and it got swept away. How cruel..... May its soul rest in peace.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014352957546028658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaPcpz13nI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jPy6Lwj9T54/s320/edited+bobo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Back to the Pizza Hut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014354263216086658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaQopz13oI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kcNuDeAdgNg/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look at Caleb's facial expression. It looks like he really hated the soup... or the fact that he had to share the soup because we ordered for 10 people when there's 11 people on the scene. The eleven people are Gary (the Yamada fetish boy), Faye (the animexpert), Ei Chi (the only one from 5I), Caleb (no comment), Joseph (the pretty boy), Frederick (Death lurks behind those glasses of his), Mang Yik, Aaron (the muscular one), Christopher Chung (the genius), me (the most sickening one MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.... i love trees!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014355633310654098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaR4Zz13pI/AAAAAAAAAHE/M0TZ4MyCwjg/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the time we chipped in all of our money to pay for 3 regular pizzas and a large one. Look at Frederick. He's eyeing the money very sharply..... what was going through his mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three money faced girls in our group. Here are their values....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014363991317012194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaZe5z13uI/AAAAAAAAAIE/PRBH9Zebz50/s320/eidie.JPG" border="0" /&gt; (These values doesn't signify anythin.. just random ramblings from a guy with sleep depravation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014364747231256306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaaK5z13vI/AAAAAAAAAIM/GGzm-_JC0qs/s320/1314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;By the way, this is the actual picture of the resit. Dunno why I put it up... (by the way, when I reach here it's already 1:30 am.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVIE TIME! (WE'RE WATCHING NIGHT IN THE MUSEUM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Aaron left but Terri, Isabel and Chris joined us. Faye booked the tickets. Thanks Faye. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the way from Pizza Hut to Star Cineplex. I stopped at Coffee Bean to buy coffee. (You know, I can't live without a day of coffee. Coffee is a must for me to keep myself from the effects of detoxicification due to the effects of caffein) Fred and Gary waited for me and I really appreciate it. It was raining so it was kinda hard to walk while wearing slippers...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014366417973534482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZabsJz13xI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1vhtUGMptRs/s320/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I went with the flash for this pic. It proved to be too bright...... Arghhhh..... I hate my camera (By the way, it's only 2 megapixels only....but it's cheap... around RM200 only.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014367611974442786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZacxpz13yI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uNlzkTEmubI/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Uhh..... what's so funny John?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014368513917574962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZadmJz13zI/AAAAAAAAAIs/RheTpSmtTOo/s320/IMG_0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hmmm.... since when Chow Yun Fat become so young? Wow, those Botox shots and plastic facial reconctruction does wonders to one's face. ....... Gong Li is one "handsome lady" and Jay Chou is one really "pretty man". No wonder critics say this movie sucks c**ks in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014369536119791426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaehpz130I/AAAAAAAAAI0/vYaZtFD6ujQ/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Feet galore. Dunno how this picture managed to crawl its way into the memory space in my camera... but who cares. Try and guess these feet belongs to who respectively? Well, here might be the answers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014371142437560146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaf_Jz131I/AAAAAAAAAI8/HGMRt1EwBkQ/s320/4565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These "MIGHT" be the answers.... feet owner's please claim your own feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014371546164485986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZagWpz132I/AAAAAAAAAJE/muAZcU_02W0/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Fred and me...... the flash was too bright. (Sigh) I had to reedit it but it was still too bright... so I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014372220474351474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZag95z133I/AAAAAAAAAJM/wiKwGAtx6OI/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chris came right on time for this shot. the five of us in a picture. (From left to right... Chris, me, Faye, Johnathan and Ei Chi (in front of me)) BWAHAHA~~ (yawn.... now its, 2:15 am liao....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014372564071735170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZahR5z134I/AAAAAAAAAJU/VYMvW3S2q68/s320/IMG_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm still holding the Latte from Coffee Bean. I still can't believe they charge RM9.50 for this but the coffee is nice oh well, no complaints then. Some people can't take bitter coffee... but bitter coffee has the most "umph" and this feeling of satisfaction when it goes down your throat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014373758072643474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaiXZz135I/AAAAAAAAAJc/I-W_LSvc1X8/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"I'm can kill you using this coffee. Shine!!" &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014374840404402082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZajWZz136I/AAAAAAAAAJk/zoWlCsJVqso/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should put this into my Nota Ugut..... it might come in handy.... heheheeheehhee(evil laughter)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014375750937468850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZakLZz137I/AAAAAAAAAJs/yl-OxJnpDGo/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I liked this picture because it was clear. Well, Joseph can never seem to open his eyes. Thinks he's too cool for the camera. Same goes for Isabel.... wait... Isabel memang have sepet eyes. Aiya, Chris Chungs head was blocked by Joseph's head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014376154664394690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaki5z138I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/IgRwtdcjGlA/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiya, I look like so "ah te" one. I looked like "Dumb Dumb" I never look good in pictures... hehheehhehhe (laughter signifying kekecewaan...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, it took me long enough but I managed to finish it. I'll be signing off for 2 and 1/2 months so I wish all those going to universities good luck and take care of yourselves :). Study hard doods. Stay in contact guys no matter what. For those who are waiting for results happy holidays you lucky bunch of doods and god bless you. Farewell my friends and may we meet each other again some time soon :).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S If I die during NS bring me games and my game console to my funeral. GAMING NEVER ENDS EVEN THOUGH YOUR DEAD! I hope god permits perished people to play games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-2079925546518049871?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2079925546518049871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=2079925546518049871&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2079925546518049871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2079925546518049871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-last-post-before-i-go-to.html' title='This is the last post before I go to National Service.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RZaWppz13sI/AAAAAAAAAHc/1tE0vkhFmcE/s72-c/gary+edit.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-7972393747802938697</id><published>2006-12-25T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:11:15.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas To Everyone.</title><content type='html'>A MERRY CHRISTMAS to you all dood.... You guys must had had a very fun Xmas dood. Sigh........ well I was pretty bored today dood. I just lazed around doing nothing dood. Anyway, this past few days gave me sometime to finish up a few games. Such as the dreaded Kingdom Hearts dood. Anyway, I had nothing to post aboput dood so I'll be signing off dood. Happy New Year dood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-7972393747802938697?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/7972393747802938697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=7972393747802938697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/7972393747802938697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/7972393747802938697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-to-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas To Everyone.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-3824860367854299001</id><published>2006-12-21T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:40:52.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have never been so humiliated in my life....</title><content type='html'>Well, I did not blog two days ago because I was busy with my National Service crap. Anyway, all the peserta for National Service must undergo some kind of medical check up so I went to Tanah Puteh to do so. So, I went there hoping not to be humiliated or known by the public..... ANYWAY...... the Tanah Puteh Clinic looks run down &lt;strike&gt; Who am I kidding, it looks like Alcatraz prison there with no way in or out &lt;/strike&gt; Well, what do you expect from a government clinic which gives free treatment. (Snickers) Anyway, when my father drove in, there were this white Kancil which blocked the only way in and out. My dad honked at her but she just kept smiling away and talking to her friend. I was thinking, "How she ever pass her driving lesson?" &lt;strike&gt; and "Get off the damn road BITCH !!"&lt;/strike&gt; (That day I was very pissed)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was at the counter one man showed up panicking and said "Ada orang sakit jantung dan pengsan!! Mana doktor!!!" I was like "WOW, there is someone who had a heart attack? I wanna see!" (Budak tak pernah tengok Malay Drama) That's not the shocking thing, the nurse gave the man this "I don't know. Why ask me?" look to the man and redirected him to another bilik rawatan. "So this is how Malaysian handle heart attack cases. No wonder so many died." I thought while filling in my National Service crappy form. The woman who had the heart attack was finally brought into the bilik rawatan by the doctor. (She survived... I think. Okay, I knew it was a woman but I did not get a good look at her. I was busy with my own problems. &lt;strike&gt; Damn, I wanted to see a real life heart attack scene. DAMN NTAIONAL SERVICE AND YOUR STUPID PAPERS!!!!!!!! &lt;/strike&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the check up, I realised that there wasn't much check up that need to be done. So, I was pretty darn happy. However, I was supposed to take a blood test ( My blood type is *..... DEo you guys actually think I'll blog my personal data??? (Laughs maniacally.. MUAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAH) Cough, after the blood test I was supposed to do an urine test. &lt;strike&gt; FUCK!! WHY DO YOU NEED TO TEST MY URINE! &lt;/strike&gt; So I collected the cup and began my embarassing journey to the bathroom through the waiting people in the lobby. I realised that it is very hard to "make peace with the Germans" when your pressured to do it. I was in the toilet for quite sometime. After finally peace has come between me and the Germans, I realised one very important thing I forgot, "HELL! WHERE'S THE F**KING CAP " (That's what I really said... loudly. A few men in the toilet were laughing. I was embarassed half to death)&lt;br /&gt;So, after another trip back to the doctor's room after avoiding a few people while holding the cup I got the form certified and ready for the f**king National Service. Heheh. The real life story continues.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-3824860367854299001?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3824860367854299001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=3824860367854299001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3824860367854299001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3824860367854299001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-never-been-so-humiliated-in-my.html' title='I have never been so humiliated in my life....'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-1112690389042426326</id><published>2006-12-18T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T22:02:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eragon.... Nice but I expected more... (Sigh..)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYZ735z13XI/AAAAAAAAADw/CcXn0ZVuJMg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009827835837537650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYZ735z13XI/AAAAAAAAADw/CcXn0ZVuJMg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dude, I went to watch Eragon (I just realized how 2 spell it correctly after I saw this picture.I thought it is spelled as Aragon...you know like Aragon from Lord of the Rings) Anyway, I went to the movies at 1.30 pm with my bro. After buying the tickets we hanged around the Star Cineplex. The movie did not start until 2:30 pm because of advertisements. BLAH! Again, when the movies started there were this group of people seating behind me (I think they are a family) who keep talking and talking.... I really frustrated with them and I wanted to say &lt;strike&gt; HEY YOU! WHAT THE FUCK! (international sign language) &lt;/strike&gt; " Could you please keep it down &lt;strike&gt; AND SHUT THE FU*K UP YOU @$$HOLES &lt;/strike&gt;" Anyway, we were watching the movie with and intro with mimicked a lot like The Lord Of The Rings except this narrator sucks quite a bit when suddenly the main screen blacked out... It seemed like a power outage &lt;strike&gt; PAY THE F**KING BILL YOU MORONIC F**KERS &lt;/strike&gt; Anyway a few minutes later the screen came back to life but without sound for 5 minutes. &lt;strike&gt; GET THE STUPID SPEAKER ON OR I WANT MY F**KING MONEY BACK YOU B***HES &lt;/strike&gt; Anyway, the movie went on for 30 minutes when there was a black out once again.  At that time I was very very very &lt;strike&gt; f**ked up &lt;/strike&gt; pissed so I sat there praying the cinema would blow up or something. The movie finished but that experience destroyed any enjoyment out of the movie.... welll the movie was okay but it felt like kinda lame for sum reason. Maybe I'm just not into dragons. Argh wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ( SPOILER WARNING!!! THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVEN"T WATCHED THE MOVIE PLEASE TURN BACK NOW)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009830047745695106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYZ94pz13YI/AAAAAAAAAD4/eJlWwhWr4Jk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Anyway, I was kinda wishing that the battle with Shade will end up with blood and bruises for both side. But what do I get? A stupid stinking leap of faith a miraculously he managed to pierce Shade's heart and kill him. WTF???!!! That ain't cool, dood. Besides that, the battle between the armies was one sided. It's not fair that one side has the dragon which burns up every attacking enemy into a crisp before they can even swing their swords. That to me what a pile load of crap. I dunno why but I was expecting so much from Eragon but was disappointed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009831774322548114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYZ_dJz13ZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1peARdQlSA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Another part which I liked about the movie was the ex-dragon rider. (I forgot his name) He's one cool dude but the stupid directors killed him and replaced him with a chick? What's up with that?????? That chick can't fight, she can't do s**t and the only thing she could do was teleport the dragon egg somewhere else before she was hopelessly captured. Besides looking pretty and utter clich'e dialogues and flirts around with the main character.... (Which raises a question.. must all Hollywood movies have pretty chicks in it which the main character will eventually screw with?) Arghhhh..... I was so hoping for a bloody and epic fight with great music and action sequences. (I can't even see the sword swinging action in this movie!) but I got a useless chick running around trying to be important, a pretty boy dragon rider and a dead cool dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THESE PICTURES BELOW SHOWS MY HOPES FOR ERAGON IN THE FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(CAUTION! Looking at these pictures may cause internal bleeding, numbness, nausea, hepatitis, mental fatique, testicular cancer, breast cancer, eye cancer, amnesia, syphilis, gonorrhea, fever, pneumonia, cholera, diarrhea, influenza, SARS, smallpox, chicken  pox, difteria, tetanus, pertussis, BSE (Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy(Mad Cow disease)), meningitis, rubella, poliomyelitis, rabies, scabies, tubercolosis, ebola, sepsis, myocardial infarction, leprosy, multiple personalities disorder, suicidal behaviour, manchausen syndrome, paraphilias, necrolepsy, obssesive compulsive disorders, panic disorder, hypertension, angina, chest pains, severe headaches, jaundis, bell's palsy syndrome, West-Nile disease, hernia, temporary or permanent loss of vision and high blood pressure. If you have any other complications please consult your local doctors before proceeding)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eragon in my mind. A pretty boy wannabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009840660609883570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYaHiZz13bI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/O0s852eFMH4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eragon in battle with the enemy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009839539623419298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYaGhJz13aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7Z0jnuCbByA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aragon getting mutilated by his enemies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009845569757502930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYaMAJz13dI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1R1kLfUJWNA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eragon, with his dragon, saphira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009842524625690050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYaJO5z13cI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UmYxfyKLhzY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for today, it took me a total of 2 hours for this post. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-1112690389042426326?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1112690389042426326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=1112690389042426326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1112690389042426326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1112690389042426326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/eragon-nice-but-i-expected-more-sigh.html' title='Eragon.... 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(Sigh..)'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYZ735z13XI/AAAAAAAAADw/CcXn0ZVuJMg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-3391683708009813882</id><published>2006-12-17T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T12:34:47.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finished Ratchet and Clank Going Commando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYTHO5z13VI/AAAAAAAAADY/jj1myZ0x1mo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009347744393190738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYTHO5z13VI/AAAAAAAAADY/jj1myZ0x1mo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I finished this game in a total 12 hours of gameplay. It was fun while it lasted. This game is very fun although I wanted to but the third installment. (sigh). Anyway, no sheep were harmed during the process of gaming. The one who had had it coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009349097307888994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYTIdpz13WI/AAAAAAAAADg/0MwLjUzZsvg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bwahahaha!! Have a taste of my Mini Nuke!! BOOOMMM!!! Shine kudasai bwahahaha!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-3391683708009813882?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3391683708009813882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=3391683708009813882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3391683708009813882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3391683708009813882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-finished-ratchet-and-clank-going.html' title='I finished Ratchet and Clank Going Commando.'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYTHO5z13VI/AAAAAAAAADY/jj1myZ0x1mo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6679801152751339453</id><published>2006-12-16T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:29:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahah.... so tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYOfNJz13UI/AAAAAAAAADM/Bq-I0qKl4QA/s1600-h/1006131137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009022258886597954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYOfNJz13UI/AAAAAAAAADM/Bq-I0qKl4QA/s320/1006131137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my friend from KL Michael and my neighbour Gary came over 2 my house. Wow, we play Pro Evolution Soccer 6 until 7.00-8.00 am in the morning. I was beat man... it was like someone drill a hole into my brain and use a needle to poke it. Hrrghh.... I am so tired. My legs are breaking off... Well, gotta go sleep liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-6679801152751339453?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6679801152751339453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6679801152751339453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6679801152751339453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6679801152751339453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/hahah-so-tired.html' title='Hahah.... so tired'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYOfNJz13UI/AAAAAAAAADM/Bq-I0qKl4QA/s72-c/1006131137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-2809271253865728204</id><published>2006-12-16T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T14:51:17.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE NATIONAL SERVICE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Damn National Service! I don't understand what the government is trying to do. Brainwash kids to love Malysia?? F**K! If they want us to love Malaysia first they must provide us with better stuff and freedom of choice. I can't even reject this f**king application and they said that this is a free country. This is just so f**ked up. Well, since when Malaysia is not f**ked up? One thing is for sure by any chance I am able to get out of f**king Malaysia I would f**king do it and I am not coming back here once I'm gone. Even when I die I would spend all my life savings to be buried elsewhere and one my gravestone I would put "Hated Malaysia because of the f**king National Service. Damn it" Stupid f**king National Service. I wish that it will f**king burn and rot in hell. F**k it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-2809271253865728204?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2809271253865728204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=2809271253865728204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2809271253865728204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2809271253865728204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-national-service.html' title='I HATE NATIONAL SERVICE!!!!!'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-5992386030652015506</id><published>2006-12-14T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:58:54.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HONEY AND CLOVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDKI7JANOI/AAAAAAAAACY/WuM1pP2d0s0/s1600-h/clover14b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008225040299209954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDKI7JANOI/AAAAAAAAACY/WuM1pP2d0s0/s320/clover14b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Honey and Clover is a very nice anime. I know one of the girls in this anime (pictured above) named Hagu looked like a kid and my first comment on this anime was " Goddamn man This f**king anime is supporting pedophilia" and "I am not going to watch a pedophile anime". Now after Gary's influence (Those of you who don't know Gary just think of him as a guy with a very eerie obsession with Dr. Cameroon (From the series House showing on AXN channel 17 Astro 10:00pm), I have come to realize that Honey and Clover is a very nice anime indeed. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008225040299209970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDKI7JANPI/AAAAAAAAACg/Ap99R1vAYQA/s320/clover14i.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;Yahh! How nice is this anime? This anime is just too weird and illogical that it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDKI7JANQI/AAAAAAAAACo/Wpw0UtZ9Jo4/s1600-h/clover14q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008225040299209986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDKI7JANQI/AAAAAAAAACo/Wpw0UtZ9Jo4/s320/clover14q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDKJLJANRI/AAAAAAAAACw/QQk2evPXi4c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008225044594177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDKJLJANRI/AAAAAAAAACw/QQk2evPXi4c/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDI3bJANNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0h24fOETyRo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008223640139871442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDI3bJANNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0h24fOETyRo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture reminds me of what will become of me when I go for National Service.....................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn National Service....&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/6657634117424727214-5992386030652015506?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5992386030652015506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=5992386030652015506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5992386030652015506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5992386030652015506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/honey-and-clover.html' title='HONEY AND CLOVER!'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RYDKI7JANOI/AAAAAAAAACY/WuM1pP2d0s0/s72-c/clover14b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6130500087744251289</id><published>2006-12-13T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:44:05.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games are my life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9dm3kFrNI/AAAAAAAAABI/HlNYlxBg-0s/s1600-h/go.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007824232991010002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9dm3kFrNI/AAAAAAAAABI/HlNYlxBg-0s/s320/go.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow... sometimes I even amaze myself... 30 hours of straight non-stop gaming. (not including bathroom breaks and eating periods) My head was kind of reeling from extreme pain and my back hurts really bad. I can't even walk properly now... Now I dunno what to do first.. eat or sleep.... I want to eat but I am too tired to eat.... hah hah ha weeeeee...................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007827226583215330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9gVHkFrOI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ReXkUtvLwGk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway these are the games I play for the 30 hour gameplay..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Disgaea 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call of Duty 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yakuza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kingdom Hearts (Damn I could not finish it.... &lt;a href="mailto:*!&amp;@=$"&gt;*!&amp;amp;@=$&lt;/a&gt;#@)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Final Fantasy 7 Dirge of Cerberus...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 Disgaea 2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007829206563138802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9iIXkFrPI/AAAAAAAAABY/drocROLBYIo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This game is REALLY...REALLY FUNNNNNNNN! I can't stop playing it! There are so many cool features to this game! You can create your own characters to beat the shit out of others. Besides I can finally create the fighting for of 5J yeah! Currently I am still at very low level but I can reach level more than 1000. There is also this option call the Item World which allows you to into items and fight in the Item Dungeon's randomly generated map. By doing so the item will level up and become better and there are pirates in the item too (Arrr me hardys...swab the decks ya landlubbers). This game is really cool and I recommend it for any PS2 owners.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Call of Duty 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007830482168425730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="90" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9jSnkFrQI/AAAAAAAAABg/T9RmtsU364E/s320/932965_20061108_thumb001.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I can't find a better image because the game is very new and those F***king idiots at gamefaqs had no other pictures than this. Anyway, this game is really fun as you get to kill German during World War 2. The graphics are good considering the fact that PS2 is an old console oleli. Since I am a desructive person, shooting is pretty fun but catching and throwing back grenades thrown by Germans and sending it back to them is nicer. I finished this game two days ago and I finished it again and it took me 6-8 hours on hard mode. Recommended by Hillabilly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Yakuza&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this is a game worth playing. You can wander around the city as a tough macho Yakuza known as the Dragon of the Dojima Family and beatthe crap out of people who disrespects you. Warning this game contains a lot of foul word like f**k , m**th**rf**ker , a*****le, d***head and stuff. A very cool game with compelling story. I can't find the pictures.. when I do I will post them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Kingdom Hearts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007834085645987090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9mkXkFrRI/AAAAAAAAABo/6DPxNt5PM60/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;I know one friend of mine who is absolutely crazy about Kingdom Hearts. This picture is a tribute to her craziness. Anyway, I started this game 2 years ago and I still can't beat one of the f**king bosses. I lost to him......... .. .. .. about ** times. Argh!!!! (Relax... think of the trees...) Okay, this game is a classic platformer. My bro finished Kingdom Hearts 2 liao and I so wanted to play it but I have to deal with this first. Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007835228107287842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9nm3kFrSI/AAAAAAAAABw/bu0GoJuKDmA/s320/final_fantasy_dirge_of_cerberus_ps2_jp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, Vincent Valentine is a very cool guy. Even his name sounds cool. In Final Fantasy 7 (the best and unmatched FF sequel ever to be released) he is very powerful. Now, I hate the Square Enix people to have Vincent be ridiculed in this manner cuz this game sucks harder than an industrial powered vacuum cleaner. A first person shooter??? What the f**k. Curse you capitalise dogs of the FF industries!! May your d**ks fall off and you have to replace it with an iron one like Mee Kok.... Until then this game never exists and Vincent is still one cool dude.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, merry christmas to everyone and have a happy new year :) (Smiles and laughters all around.)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-6130500087744251289?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6130500087744251289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6130500087744251289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6130500087744251289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6130500087744251289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/games-are-my-life.html' title='Games are my life....'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9dm3kFrNI/AAAAAAAAABI/HlNYlxBg-0s/s72-c/go.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-5306590177186349673</id><published>2006-12-13T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:50:27.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael is coming back today!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Michael Bong is coming back today!! Finally, someone who can kick my @$$ in games has finally come. I can't wait. Too bad I can't leave my house. Sigh............................................................................................................... Anyhoo, those of you who knows Michael can call him and say hii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-5306590177186349673?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/5306590177186349673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=5306590177186349673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5306590177186349673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/5306590177186349673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/michael-is-coming-back-today.html' title='Michael is coming back today!!!!!!'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-1361043501624569770</id><published>2006-12-13T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:47:05.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My head..........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9alnkFrMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bpvm0Ztj2tY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007820912981290178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9alnkFrMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bpvm0Ztj2tY/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I found this on the net. I was bored because I had to take a break from the PS2. Oh my  F***king head........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-1361043501624569770?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/1361043501624569770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=1361043501624569770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1361043501624569770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/1361043501624569770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-head.html' title='My head..........'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RX9alnkFrMI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Bpvm0Ztj2tY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-3065921211445420215</id><published>2006-12-10T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:44:55.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Flash Drive</title><content type='html'>Wow... I bought a flash drive today for RM55. It is a 1 gig flash drive wich I will put to use to store all of my pictures with my friends...... Maybe some time later I will post the picture of it but right now it's gaming time!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-3065921211445420215?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/3065921211445420215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=3065921211445420215&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3065921211445420215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/3065921211445420215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-flash-drive.html' title='A new Flash Drive'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6870732432518022021</id><published>2006-12-09T09:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T09:40:47.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough way to start the day.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RXoTgUCNsUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Md7boiErW8s/s1600-h/32370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RXoTgUCNsUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Md7boiErW8s/s320/32370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006335381630464322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man..... I had it rough today.... Firstly, I woke up late and I missed my driving law session... (I don't now what the heck izit but it must be important.) Anyhoo, the feeling was bitter sweet as I can stay home and update my blog and stuff. Updating is boring.... Play game. Look at these trees... doesn't it feel wonderful... hehehehe. Hillabilly out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-6870732432518022021?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6870732432518022021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6870732432518022021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6870732432518022021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6870732432518022021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/rough-way-to-start-day.html' title='Rough way to start the day.....'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RXoTgUCNsUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Md7boiErW8s/s72-c/32370.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6526778057732470613</id><published>2006-12-09T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T09:35:08.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy feet....happy feet</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to watch happy feet with my pals.......... yeap the movie was excellent. Totally rad dude.... Be sure to watch it whenever you can. Recommended by hillabilly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-6526778057732470613?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6526778057732470613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6526778057732470613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6526778057732470613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6526778057732470613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-feethappy-feet.html' title='Happy feet....happy feet'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-6589140604010146598</id><published>2006-12-08T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T19:05:35.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RXlGtkCNsTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/avaOz3NV_A0/s1600-h/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RXlGtkCNsTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/avaOz3NV_A0/s320/funny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006110209380036914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are the cats cute?????   I just could not help myself...heh heh heh ehehehehehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-6589140604010146598?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/6589140604010146598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=6589140604010146598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6589140604010146598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/6589140604010146598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-cats-cute-i-just-could-not-help.html' title=''/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RXlGtkCNsTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/avaOz3NV_A0/s72-c/funny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-8565756277705788628</id><published>2006-12-08T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:39:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RXjBckCNsRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7CJ0u3S_kZ0/s1600-h/sigh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RXjBckCNsRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7CJ0u3S_kZ0/s320/sigh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005963682275766546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aiyo.... National Service is coming to get me. Sigh......... My friend is PMSing (He is not a girl okay....) So many thing to do on my list......................................... Sigh .... sigh... sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-8565756277705788628?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/8565756277705788628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=8565756277705788628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8565756277705788628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/8565756277705788628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh.....'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTqk14Jmea8/RXjBckCNsRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7CJ0u3S_kZ0/s72-c/sigh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6657634117424727214.post-2564799953422312450</id><published>2006-12-08T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T09:23:35.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah........... I started my blog....</title><content type='html'>December 8 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i have just started my blog right after i have woken up. Hoping now to start the day with coffee.... oh right.... breakfast... later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6657634117424727214-2564799953422312450?l=hillabilly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/feeds/2564799953422312450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6657634117424727214&amp;postID=2564799953422312450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2564799953422312450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6657634117424727214/posts/default/2564799953422312450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hillabilly.blogspot.com/2006/12/yeah-i-started-my-blog.html' title='Yeah........... I started my blog....'/><author><name>hillabilly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03241012616387190852</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
