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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2012 06:53:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>kampung</category><category>prank</category><category>countdown</category><category>picture</category><category>breakfast</category><category>AGM</category><category>maths</category><title>De Omnibus Dubitandum</title><description>Doubt everything.</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/shiloong" /><feedburner:info uri="shiloong" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-2479770774091327034</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-17T09:33:50.701+08:00</atom:updated><title>林峰  - 爱不够</title><description>The sub theme song of Moonlight Resonance. I love MR, and also this song as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;收藏在眼眸 常徘徊左右 爱猜到没有&lt;br /&gt;愉快玩笑後 能全然退後 你开心就够&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这种感觉太亲厚 讲一千句也不够&lt;br /&gt;假使讲了你听到後 或会走&lt;br /&gt;这种恋爱太罕有 不须真正拥有&lt;br /&gt;成全 衷心祝福然後 就放手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放手 放开所有 彼此更自由&lt;br /&gt;放手 其实我绝非爱得不够&lt;br /&gt;放手 豁出所有 还有这个好友&lt;br /&gt;已经 已经足够&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遥远是宇宙 静静在背後 去看守就够&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这种感觉太亲厚 讲一千句也不够&lt;br /&gt;即使一刹有过冲动 挽你手&lt;br /&gt;这种恋爱太罕有 不须真正拥有&lt;br /&gt;成全 多舍不得仍然 是放手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放手 放开所有 彼此更自由&lt;br /&gt;放手 其实我绝非爱得不够&lt;br /&gt;放手 豁出所有 还有这个好友&lt;br /&gt;已经 已经足够&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放手 我的牵挂 找不到尽头&lt;br /&gt;放手 期望你幸福甚麽都有&lt;br /&gt;也许 爱很深厚 然而我早看得透&lt;br /&gt;放手 至可拥有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9AvbO-cwoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g9AvbO-cwoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 这种恋爱太罕有 不须真正拥有 " fav quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-2479770774091327034?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>40</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-453905768242801075</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 14:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-05T10:50:30.100+08:00</atom:updated><title>Leng Luis.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;this fala&lt;br /&gt;in the 1st one&lt;br /&gt;is the sister isit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya meh&lt;br /&gt;think so gua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asking u ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot jor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LENG LUI OR NOT !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in 1&lt;br /&gt;less&lt;br /&gt;can see her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya leng lui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2nd&lt;br /&gt;walao&lt;br /&gt;34B 24 34&lt;br /&gt;^.^ V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swt&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these not so important&lt;br /&gt;leng lui most important ma&lt;br /&gt;if not leng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah lah&lt;br /&gt;secondary lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giv u D eh&lt;br /&gt;also no use&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boobs are added bonus&lt;br /&gt;ahaha&lt;br /&gt;zhong jia xin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swt&lt;br /&gt;not c 33 or 34 la&lt;br /&gt;is c the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABCD&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;both of them&lt;br /&gt;also&lt;br /&gt;hua2 yi4 xiao jie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH&lt;br /&gt;u also go search&lt;br /&gt;you very colourful orh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastime i find zhong jia xin nia&lt;br /&gt;now find this&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;ma know lo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;colourful eh&lt;br /&gt;pa4 pa4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz&lt;br /&gt;colourful pula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;now my nu3 shen is chen fala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i still like zhong jia xin more&lt;br /&gt;wif the hairstyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her hair boh sui eh&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the 1st eh la&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not the same meh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno&lt;br /&gt;i forgot how she looks&lt;br /&gt;in 2nd 1 d&lt;br /&gt;at zl's house c abit ma&lt;br /&gt;but now forgot d&lt;br /&gt;i know lastime tht one&lt;br /&gt;damn sui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;coz 1st one no other ppl to see d&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;u go see chen fala's hair in the second one&lt;br /&gt;cantik !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;zhong jia xin&lt;br /&gt;her emotion&lt;br /&gt;always damn innocent -.-&lt;br /&gt;Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute hor&lt;br /&gt;ahah&lt;br /&gt;yuan lai A suka itu macam jenis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear    | Are you holding back, like the way I do says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for you guys to see. A conversation between two typical guys. -.-&lt;br /&gt;His name has been changed to protect his identity. As for me ? tak peduli lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s271/catone888/20070530_3381e79c41421edecd91o13v9G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s271/catone888/20070530_3381e79c41421edecd91o13v9G.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s271/catone888/20070530_b4c21902338e766ba260cPlR16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s271/catone888/20070530_b4c21902338e766ba260cPlR16.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s154/lsc75/func_070408_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s154/lsc75/func_070408_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s154/lsc75/chan026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s154/lsc75/chan026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CANTIK TAK ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i154.photobucket.com/albums/s271/catone888/20070530_b4c21902338e766ba260cPlR16.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-453905768242801075?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/09/leng-luis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>24</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-4854877224863210727</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 07:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T15:24:12.805+08:00</atom:updated><title>Crush. ; )</title><description>I hung up the phone tonight,&lt;br /&gt;something happened for the first time, deep inside&lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility that you would ever&lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized, and I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be, Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever crossed your mind when we were hanging&lt;br /&gt;Spending time girl, are we just friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there more, is there more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe we can make this into&lt;br /&gt;Something that will last, last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be, Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think, when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we could be, Where this thing could go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath, when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you holding back, like the way I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I'm trying, trying to walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mp3280x73.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mp3logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3-codes.com/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;amp;file=http://files.mp3-codes.com/David Archuleta - Crush.mp3&amp;amp;height=20&amp;amp;width=200&amp;amp;showeq=true&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=true&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta - Crush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-4854877224863210727?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/08/crush.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-1120554171768944673</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 15:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T15:23:30.617+08:00</atom:updated><title>Update !</title><description>I am wondering who still reads my blog.Anyway, this is just a simple update. Its 15 minutes to 12 and i am sitting here , dawdling, wasting my time away.Trials start on the 10th of September and my revisions are not even a quarter done. &gt;.&lt; style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I feel sad for those pampered / spoilt kids. You can't even live independently. Someone even said to me, i can't stand the sun, it would KILL me. For those who would like to escape, i can't help but call you a coward. Your escaping from something so simple to endure. Then let me ask you, how high can you go ? I seriously doubt your ability to live and compete among the best. NS isn't a yardstick for greatness, what i am trying to say here is that those people CAN'T BEAR TO FACE 3 months of independent living with other people. To me, you are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;  Lucky by Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat (pronounced &lt;i&gt;k+ohl+bee kal+lay&lt;/i&gt;) . I like the lyrics a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Do you hear me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky, oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music fill the air&lt;br /&gt;I'll put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the breezes through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keeps spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky we're in love every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Somehow, 'I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend' rings true to me. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-1120554171768944673?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/08/update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-4210096073438147642</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 13:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-22T22:31:11.470+08:00</atom:updated><title>Expression</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omnia causa fiunt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    i had so much to write last night. Too bad stupid blogger.com refused to load for me. sad. =[&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i have this URGE to write and let the flow of thoughts overwhelm me. Sometimes, i can stare at the monitor for hours and couldn't squeeze a drop out.haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-4210096073438147642?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/07/expression.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-7843964793763022635</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jul 2008 10:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T17:00:21.787+08:00</atom:updated><title>Happy =D =D =D</title><description>I can't believe it. 7 years. SEVEN bloody years passed by just.like.that . It's a wonder to see how much people change and they still remain the same. I am still pretty much light headed today. Its hard to put into words how i feel right now. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUA4q40iwGY/SIMcX7oWzYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Q1kZtLDoOEc/s1600-h/IMG_2826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUA4q40iwGY/SIMcX7oWzYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Q1kZtLDoOEc/s320/IMG_2826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225051190149434754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Next picture would be at least five years later. =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-7843964793763022635?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-d-d-d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yUA4q40iwGY/SIMcX7oWzYI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Q1kZtLDoOEc/s72-c/IMG_2826.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-857153264716646705</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 12:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-14T20:23:44.870+08:00</atom:updated><title>This is real , this is me.</title><description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mp3280x73.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mp3logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3-codes.com/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;amp;file=http://s3.mp3-codes.com/1476868362.mp3&amp;amp;height=20&amp;amp;width=200&amp;amp;showeq=true&amp;amp;autostart=true&amp;amp;repeat=true&amp;amp;shuffle=false&amp;amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com/upload/show.php?id=41522" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Jonas,Demi Lovato - This is real this is me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;form name="searchform" method="GET" action="http://www.musicdumper.com/index.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="text" size="35" name="search"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" name="submit" value="Search Free MP3s"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="page" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="changeurl" value="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone please send me if you have the song ? i have it, but it is quite jumpy. Thanks !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-857153264716646705?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-real-this-is-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-7634464813804612845</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-13T10:47:44.797+08:00</atom:updated><title>Satu Tahun</title><description>Yeah. It has been a year.Or to be more precise, it has been more then a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Time changes everything, and to quote my dad who quoted someone else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The only constant in life is change ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Isn't that true ? I mean, everyday, everything is changing, nothing in this world remains constant nor unchanged. I have grown up, a teeny lil weeny bit. Yet, i have not discovered where i am going to be in the next 10 years.  Throughout 7 months , i made new friends , reacquainted with old ones, made more enemies( due to my  sarcastic and condescending attitude -.-)  and ETC. Not to mention the emo-ness i feel once in a while, which i don't really like. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Read at least 50 books .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Improve my add. math and physics .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Save money !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Less procrastinating .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Get top 20 in school examinations .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get as much A1s in SPM as possible .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Update my blog as least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn more about photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the halfway-mark,and to be honest, i haven't even acheived a quarter of what i planned to do.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i realised, recently, the way i blog is getting gloomier. Compared to my cheery tone last year, now i seem more...depressed ? *sigh*. I have no idea. And i seem to be saying that often of late. I REALLY have no idea what to do. I want to be rational, but my gut is telling me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;And a wise bear once said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;" i'll go where the tide takes me "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    baibai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-7634464813804612845?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/07/satu-tahun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-9135664797527086941</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 15:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-05T23:31:46.986+08:00</atom:updated><title>I don't know.</title><description>i said that i would not  update for quite some time ,but i have to get this out of my system. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know anymore. What's yes or no and what's meant to or not meant to be. The millions of what-ifs running through my head right now. Should i or should i not ? Gah, i just don't know what to think anymore.  Is it going to worth my time ? Or is it gonna be an utter waste ? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.so many unanswered questions. ohwell, i hope that you could give me something to grasp on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-9135664797527086941?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-6094646674826280635</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 11:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-06T19:31:17.005+08:00</atom:updated><title>I got tagged. =D</title><description>A tag ! *feigns excitement and hyperness* At least i can keep myself occupied. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;01. What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;I want a scholarship. SERIOUSLY, or loads of mohnei would suffice. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;02. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;A Nobel Prize winner. =D&lt;br /&gt;Thats UNCOMMON, c'mon, how often you see someone lists getting a Nobel Prize as their priority ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;03. What would you do if you lose everything in one shot?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, this is actually a very good question. To lose everything is to start again, and when you start again you will have nothing to lose anymore.So, to lose, is to win. =D *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;04. What are you afraid to lose now?&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;05. Do you believe in love forever?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, why not ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. If you meet someone you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it 'confessing' ? Can't it be a better word ? Confessing is like admitting you have done something sinful ? Yeah, i probably would, given the right time , place and the right person .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;07. What would you do when you're feeling down and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be mean, or listen to people ? I find listening to people's problems highly therapeutic. o.0&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i don't know why, guess i am just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;08. What are the requirements that you wish of your other half?&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, i've done this list countless of times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="Label2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes. (copied from a quiz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus this :&lt;br /&gt;-Someone who can take my sarcasm =D&lt;br /&gt;-Honest with me.&lt;br /&gt;-and yeah, GOOD ENGLISH ! ngieks ngieks&lt;br /&gt;-someone who can tolerate my narcissism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;09. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  I simply cannot tolerate stupidity and ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;10. Do you cherish every single of your friendships?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i do. That explains why my friends can be counted with 10 fingers. =D&lt;br /&gt;SO, please thank your lucky stars if your my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;11. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE I DO. This is seriously a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;I have always believed in myself. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer and internet connection. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you find it necessary for you to have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;For now, i don't think so. Later on ? Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Else how would i be able to ensure the continuity of biodiversity ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;14. What do you want your friends to be like?&lt;br /&gt;To be themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friends' eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Someone whom they can trust their secrets and lives with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you can have a change, which part of your character &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm. Nothing, i am me as far as i am concerned. Changing me makes me not me anymore. @.@ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;17. If you're feeling low one day, who would you go to?&lt;br /&gt;I would go to find Flo Rida and T-Pain. =.= "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you die in order to save the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;Theres no one worth living for other than myself. So, i am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;19. Would you kill in order to save the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;OHHH, i caught you ! If i said yes, then i will contradict myself, because i would kill myself to save the one i love. =D&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;20. If you have the chance to change the past, what would you change?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm. The past is not something to be trifled with. We live in the present, yesterdays are nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy to tag anyone lahhh.&lt;br /&gt;Just do it if you feel like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-6094646674826280635?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-tagged-d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-6389915024361495150</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 03:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T17:00:21.942+08:00</atom:updated><title>Class Pictures 1</title><description>We had Sejarah 1 and Maths 1 for the last day of exams, and knowing that we will have plenty of time to burn, i decided to bring my cam. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2527630659_1de85cd5cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2527630659_1de85cd5cc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEHOLD ! The '4 Golden Flowers' of Chung Ling&lt;br /&gt;Observe their grace, their finesse , their pose , the way they contort their fingers,&lt;br /&gt;how they control their facial muscles and vocal cords, and there you have it,&lt;br /&gt;the art of being a girl in an all-boys school. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/2527629969_6250632bce_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2085/2527629969_6250632bce_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Er..They are not GAY. I can't guess what's so o.0 about Joel's cleavage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/2528449310_675102d95e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/2528449310_675102d95e_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amber Cheah !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2175/2528449928_0f7dc48cbf_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2175/2528449928_0f7dc48cbf_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Observe this pict carefully....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUA4q40iwGY/SDzYNtKhe8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/0A6lA9-0Djo/s1600-h/cfrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUA4q40iwGY/SDzYNtKhe8I/AAAAAAAAAGY/0A6lA9-0Djo/s320/cfrog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205272999307082690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Any resemblance  ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    I guess that's all for now, will post more later... when i have the time. =[&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/4952270453632064855-6389915024361495150?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/class-pictures-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/2527630659_1de85cd5cc_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-9018471987660702908</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-24T22:35:03.458+08:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Zheng Lik's American Idol Performance. 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Guaranteed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-9018471987660702908?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5fc611d6ebf2d19&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/zheng-liks-american-idol-performance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-5021318828920017018</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-22T22:33:12.807+08:00</atom:updated><title>Absurd.</title><description>Today, i got bored because i don't know what to revise before Chemistry 3. Therefore, i read today's copy of The Star.ANDDDD, i was quite surprised when i saw this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'A Malaysian(National Islamic Students Association of Malaysia) group condemned the uniform worn by girls at government schools, saying it encouraged rape and pre-marital sex.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    WHAT ON EARTH ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was wondering, don't they have other stuff to do besides staring at the asses of high school students ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Decent clothes which are not revealing can prevent and protect women from any untoward situations,” she said, suggesting that girls wear a blouse of a different colour or with an undergarment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    I won't be shocked if that statement came from a MCP. HOWEVER, National Islamic Students Association of Malaysia vice-president Munirah Bahari said that. A WOMAN. What the hell happened to gender equality ? Are you implying that rape victims always wear too sexily ? Are you trying to say that women get raped because its their fault ? Men with their sadistic perverse urges have no part to play ? Utter bullshit. You should be ashamed of yourself. Women are VICTIMS, whether they get raped or not isn't controlled by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    Enough said. &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/5/22/nation/21326822&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;LINK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    LAST DAY OF EXAMS TOMORROW ! woohoo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-5021318828920017018?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/absurd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-1428477055625357847</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 08:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-21T16:27:59.801+08:00</atom:updated><title>DIE DIE DIE</title><description>I screwed up my physics !! 12 marks gone. Damn it. X.X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-1428477055625357847?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/die-die-die.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-7953541468617554323</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T21:37:38.766+08:00</atom:updated><title>4ever.</title><description>i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/YRMCh9k4tu/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/YRMCh9k4tu/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-7953541468617554323?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/4ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-7491566705668896953</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 08:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-15T16:22:50.195+08:00</atom:updated><title>BIO 1 and Moral</title><description>Damn it. I caught the cold. was sniffling away morosely during the whole Moral and Biology paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO : HH TAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE GET HIGHER QUALITY DIAGRAMS NEXT TIME. The diagrams are so badly printed. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Pendidikan Moral was quite fun though. The nilais were pretty clear cut. BUT, i am worried about my crap huraian. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    PJK tomorrow ! *hyper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    `bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-7491566705668896953?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/bio-1-and-moral.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-8885335096571015273</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 May 2008 10:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-14T18:29:34.800+08:00</atom:updated><title>Biology DUA and TIGA</title><description>There is no doubt about it. This time's Biology memang berstandard. =S But i have no complains though. Anything would be welcome after two days of stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Too bad my WAHYU was not accurate. I went around telling my friends that we will be tested on transpiration, j tube , potometer and the bomb calorimeter. NONE came out. Instead, i felt that we were sitting for an ENZYME paper instead of BIOLOGY paper. The whole paper 3 is comprised of enzyme and the paper 2 has about 20 marks given to enzyme related questions. 70/150 marks are allocated for enzyme questions. WTF ? *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It almost overr ~ Bio 1 + Moral tomorrow and EST 2 + PJK + Maths 2 on Friday. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;*smacks self*&lt;br /&gt;The al-Mighty WILL NOT be humanized.&lt;br /&gt;*smacks self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-8885335096571015273?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/biology-dua-and-tiga.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-118417025947879751</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 07:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-12T15:32:52.827+08:00</atom:updated><title>Mockery</title><description>Today was a once in a life time experience. For the first time, i truly understand Malaysia, our beloved country. I discovered the reason why we are still left behind, while other countries are already zooming ahead. This is because the education system is a failure. My opinions do not stem from what happened today . I am saying this because i have seen many incidents that shows that this education system is a failure again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The so called JPN papers are notoriously known for being leaked. This year wasn't any different. I recieved 'tips' from my BM teacher. I thought those were just TIPS, i couldn't really comprehend when i got the paper and ITS THE EXACT QUESTIONS. It is an insult to us, and a mockery of the entire system. How can something as important and confidential as this be leaked ? What's the point of having this standardized paper when the questions are leaked out so easily ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    To those who would like to have a go at me for saying that i am being a hypocrite for using the tips and saying that the system is corrupt, read on. If your drowning, and the person you hate throws you a lifeline, would you grab it ? There's a fine line between nobility and stupidity and i believe that i am not that stupid enough to be noble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    English is tomorrow and please remember to read There's a death in the opposite house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    `bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-118417025947879751?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/mockery.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-4858247722036545063</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 11:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-09T19:05:50.275+08:00</atom:updated><title>Day 3 : mayday mayday !</title><description>Today was Additional Maths + Sejarah. Not exactly the best combination i would say. Add Maths isn't as hard as expected *phew*, thanks to Mr. Flintstone for his 'tips' . X ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    As for Sejarah, it is a total disaster. I crapped 3 pages of essay. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO WRITE THREE PAGES OF BULLSHIT ? NO facts at all inside my essays. *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    diediedie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-4858247722036545063?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-3-mayday-mayday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-4002905230832114499</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-08T14:47:18.201+08:00</atom:updated><title>Day 2</title><description>Chemistry paper 2 was quite okay. HOWEVER, i did a few stupid mistakes. *slaps head* . EST was so-so, am not too confident on the information transfer part. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    NAP TIME ! sejarah and addmaths tomorrow. shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/TMDjTLfJLW"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/TMDjTLfJLW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-4002905230832114499?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-1604358206843509296</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 07:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-07T15:36:36.221+08:00</atom:updated><title>Day 1</title><description>Physics paper 2 was average. There are just a few lame questions that i don't know. It is surprising really, how things turn out the way you expect them to be. I EXPECTED the physics paper to be average with a few hard questions and *poof* it really turned out that way. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    And i wrote crap for BC essay. Title was " students nowadays are addicted to computer games, elaborate on reasons and ways to solve the problem " I felt that i was writing gibberish. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am gonna catch some sleep for now, although i slept at 11 yesterday night. - . -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`turrrrrah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now caught in this limbo between dreams and reality,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entangled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-1604358206843509296?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-2878764379383027303</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T22:51:44.179+08:00</atom:updated><title>random</title><description>running;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chasing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you turned;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mouth moved;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your eyes shut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pleaded;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you refused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ran again;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i chased after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears dropped;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emotions spilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destiny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;graces&lt;/span&gt; our way;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-2878764379383027303?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/random.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-1193838236697897013</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 10:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T18:33:30.671+08:00</atom:updated><title>i got taggedddd</title><description>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The rules are:&lt;br /&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the post the player than tags 5 people and posts their names, than goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know that they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what was i doing 10 years ago [1998] ? teehee. Standard one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got 100 marks for maths &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTIME. &lt;/span&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;2.I remember we shared Kwang Hwa's hall and their canteen serves better food . 70 sens for the fried chicken ! 60sens for a packet of fries. xD&lt;br /&gt;3.My ambitions was to be a doctor. (naivety)&lt;br /&gt;4.I was a prefect. ( LMAO )&lt;br /&gt;5.OH YEAH, France won the World Cup that year. ( i know its irrelevant )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 things on my to-do list today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Get well. =S&lt;br /&gt;2. Study Sejarah&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;4. Skip tuition.&lt;br /&gt;5. Skip Sports Day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;5 snacks i enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;1. CHOCOLATES ! Pure sin.&lt;br /&gt;2. CHOCOLATE chip cookies !&lt;br /&gt;oh well, nothing much comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Menggandakan my money. Greed is the bane of mankind. =]&lt;br /&gt;2. When i have UNLIMITED money, i will buy Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;3. Order the genocide of Malays.&lt;br /&gt;4. Create a superhuman race.&lt;br /&gt;5. Develop cryonics or anti-aging solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;5 of my bad habits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. STUBBORN.&lt;br /&gt;2. Arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;3. Loves to mengutuk + mengkritik. =S&lt;br /&gt;4. LAZY. I didn't even study. =[&lt;br /&gt;5. Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;5 places where i've lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. My dad's scrotum.&lt;br /&gt;2.My mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;3. Incubator at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;4. Penang.&lt;br /&gt; =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 jobs i've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. None at all. Full time student. =S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih. i duwanna tag anyone.&lt;br /&gt;just do it if you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The pursuit of happiness is never ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-1193838236697897013?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-got-taggedddd.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-3505966133745772729</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 10:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-30T19:03:22.212+08:00</atom:updated><title>Drugs.</title><description>Yes. I have been taking drugs. To cure my flu.I guess drugs are not bad a stimulant actually. I get inspired !&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I waited,&lt;br /&gt;time trickling by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sight of you,&lt;br /&gt;is just what i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lusting &lt;/span&gt;for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whiff of you,&lt;br /&gt;is my only antidote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you show up,&lt;br /&gt;breaking my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for i am not that guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who matters the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My head hung low,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;misleaded,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;defeated,&lt;br /&gt;rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-3505966133745772729?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/04/drugs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4952270453632064855.post-2335596227388800684</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 02:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-30T10:31:36.431+08:00</atom:updated><title>flu.</title><description>ahh shit. BLARDY effin flu. It is the first time i got sick before exams. I don't know how on earth did i get this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I got a stuffy chest yesterday morning, with a sore throat, i didn't take any medicine, i just drank loads of water. HOWEVER, i felt better at dinner time and ate FRIED chicken. Then i went to slave over my trigonometry homework for like 1.5 hours. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At precisely 11.15, i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I woke up at 12.30, with a SUPER HEAVY head and a blocked nose, and i was literally burning and shivering inside my cold room. Took 2 panadols and went to sleep again. At that point , i think i was pretty delusional. My head swam with figures and sin,cos,tan,cosec, sec ETC. I wasn't thinking straight i guess and i couldn't get myself to think of other stuff, which is pretty freaky to me. @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Tossed and turned, and woke up at 5.30 and decided to skip school. I hate skipping school, it is pretty frustrating to have loads of homework. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Went to see the doctor and got loads of pills to makan. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I am so behind my schedule, i don't think i would be able to finish revising before my exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;floating wisps of you,&lt;br /&gt;prancing in front of me,&lt;br /&gt;tempting my heart&amp;amp;soul,&lt;br /&gt;i grasped ,&lt;br /&gt;only to find figments,&lt;br /&gt;which were only true to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let go,&lt;br /&gt;and thus,&lt;br /&gt;you went,&lt;br /&gt;leaving  me and myself,&lt;br /&gt;staking out my heart to hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`turrah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4952270453632064855-2335596227388800684?l=shiloong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://shiloong.blogspot.com/2008/04/flu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (shiloong)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

