<?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-26185005</id><updated>2011-12-15T10:51:06.140+08:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='People'/><category term='Surveys'/><category term='Random Stuffs'/><category term='Daily Rants'/><category term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><category term='Sharin Shaik'/><category term='The Other Side Of Me'/><title type='text'>being yourself.</title><subtitle type='html'>when individuality sparks.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-4230199880117926286</id><published>2010-05-14T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:38:11.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="height: 375px; width: 200px;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="375" scrolling="no" src="http://www.plurk.com/getWidget?uid=3163134&amp;amp;h=375&amp;amp;w=200&amp;amp;u_info=2&amp;amp;bg=cf682f&amp;amp;tl=cae7fd" width="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; padding: 1px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://plurk.com/" style="border: none; color: #999 !important; font-size: 10px !important; text-decorate: none;" target="_blank" title="Plurk - A Social Journal for your life"&gt;Plurk.com&lt;/a&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/26185005-4230199880117926286?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4230199880117926286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=4230199880117926286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4230199880117926286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4230199880117926286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2010/05/plurk.html' title=''/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-6789675965200213792</id><published>2010-05-03T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:50:35.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For reading. ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I stopped for a period, to give myself some needed personal space.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shall be back soon. Watch this space.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till then. ;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the moment. have fun asking me things &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/sutheshkumar"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-6789675965200213792?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6789675965200213792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=6789675965200213792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6789675965200213792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6789675965200213792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-for-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-585791641007701139</id><published>2009-05-09T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.476+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Happenings: The Affair It Should Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dear diary,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I have small confession to make which I have been keeping for a long, long time without anyone knowledge. I am in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Here is the catch; the woman is married and have 3 children. Did I also mention she is wayyyyy older? Like wtf old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As the saying says, love is blind. And I am afraid I have fallen in the trap of these saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As the time goes, little did I realise that I have been spending more time with her from my usually days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Few months has passed. I never fail to be with her after her husband leaves her to KL every morning as his working place is there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Till late evening, I will be with her. Be it lunch, shopping, evening jogs, watching movies and at time, staying overnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Initially it was hard but as time pass, I just want to spend more and more time with her and eventually, we began sharing things emotionally. Feeling goes in and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;There were sad moments, there were angry moments but mostly there are happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But the last one month was the best I ever had. Every time spent was cherished together. Every conversations were full with happiness and laughter. Breakfast, lunches and sometimes dinners is the time where I would always look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;With all that, every problems I had, every worries I go through will just fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I am, I still and I will always look forward to spend time with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Starting my day wouldnt be anymore perfect, seeing her having her breakfast in front of the television, with me sitting beside her asking the same usual thing everyday, without fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Ma, whats for lunch today?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Happy Mothers Day.&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/26185005-585791641007701139?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/585791641007701139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=585791641007701139&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/585791641007701139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/585791641007701139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2009/05/happenings-affair-it-should-was.html' title='The Happenings: The Affair It Should Was'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-1868038149008939640</id><published>2009-04-13T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><title type='text'>The Announcement: Its a Chipsmore Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SeIfKiWv2CI/AAAAAAAAAes/SI_4LsUR4v8/s1600-h/untitledlkkj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323851975386716194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SeIfKiWv2CI/AAAAAAAAAes/SI_4LsUR4v8/s400/untitledlkkj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I will be back soon. Promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;The rollercoaster ride is still going on so bear me for the time being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-1868038149008939640?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1868038149008939640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=1868038149008939640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1868038149008939640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1868038149008939640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2009/04/announcement-its-chipsmore-life.html' title='The Announcement: Its a Chipsmore Life'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SeIfKiWv2CI/AAAAAAAAAes/SI_4LsUR4v8/s72-c/untitledlkkj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-4512164038340965103</id><published>2009-01-12T01:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.484+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Daily: Shortest One So Far. Yet.</title><content type='html'>I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh seronok. I mean like all the sudden I am missing home lar, despite going back every weekend for short semester wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this short sem pecah record. Didnt go back every week. Achievement sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok hitting the bed now. Told you this entry going to be short wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - Its only 11 days after 2009 and I am getting popular wtf damn perasan. I was mentioned &lt;a href="http://mysourha.wordpress.com/2009/01/12/sekali-harung-part-iv/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cheamjiaxing.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-purple-shirt-and-i-look-like-barney.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://hzqh.blogspot.com/2009/01/mari-pulang.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Achievement wei wtf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.P.S - Youth'09 SUCKS big time. Esok aku tulis wtf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-4512164038340965103?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4512164038340965103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=4512164038340965103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4512164038340965103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4512164038340965103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2009/01/daily-shortest-one-so-far-yet.html' title='The Daily: Shortest One So Far. Yet.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-2999006975161688064</id><published>2009-01-01T01:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharin Shaik'/><title type='text'>2009: The First Post</title><content type='html'>In 2008, I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- went for my first ever bloggers gathering at The Gardens and met a few known bloggers like &lt;a href="http://smashpop.net/"&gt;Jason Goh&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rames.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rames&lt;/a&gt; and many more. Met Jacqueline, who is apparently a friends sister in campus and I didnt realise the friend is one of my close ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285895843808047122" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtGQ5nkcBI/AAAAAAAAAco/NuNuCMj8qeg/s320/P1220899.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-bought myself an Oakley glasses at a very cheap price. Some inside story wtf. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-saw one of the worst accidents in my life, when a friends car hit a Mercedes in front followed by a van hitting at the back of the car. Fortunately, all are safe with light injuries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285893461028258610" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtEGNEmQzI/AAAAAAAAAbo/sVpZVW1kOQA/s320/DSC00001.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Taxed myself with 6 subjects in 2nd year, 3rd semester. Big mistake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Celebrated birthdays in campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285895847667571954" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtGRH_wHPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/mArtEqDAeV0/s320/P4251401.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-celebrated more birthdays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtXJhfb36I/AAAAAAAAAdw/QQemJcYZrs4/s320/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Had trust issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Witnessed the passing of a friend due to cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285896617410316978" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtG97guSrI/AAAAAAAAAc4/kPlGXePkP-c/s320/1_567245295l.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 190px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 190px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lost the only chance (for now wtf) of getting a sponsored tattoo as I attended my friend's burial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-saw a lot of people dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-saw a lot of people getting married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-saw a lot of marriage break-ups, two of them are from my own family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-saw a huge trend of people getting new handphones. Biggest surprise goes to Winston, as he's been telling everyone to change phones after he himself got one whereas telling everyone the durability of his old phone before changing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-saw a sharp increase of bloggers, most of them are my peers in the campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-&lt;a href="http://cydonianknight.blogspot.com/"&gt;TEB&lt;/a&gt; and TPB join the blogging bug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went to Malacca after almost 2 years but for the wrong purpose: attending GACC. Met Jacqueline for the second time there with her 2 friends. also saw the 'famous' Ixora apartment in fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285896632673309010" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtG-0XtEVI/AAAAAAAAAdY/k9unXX2Mlyo/s320/P3121211.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Unofficially became the source of the&lt;a href="http://malaysiandreamgirl.tv/"&gt; Malaysian Dreamgirl &lt;/a&gt;season 1 in the campus, where this place here is mostly read in most updates of it and also because of the support of my friend, Valerie Ebal, who is one of the top 12 finalist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-went to the Malaysian Dreamgirl Finale Night at One Utama. Met &lt;a href="http://drewnity.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt; (ex-MESCORP senior) who was my unofficial photographer and also &lt;a href="http://mayzsin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mayz&lt;/a&gt;. Also met the judges of the competition, Elaine Daly, Lim Jimmy and Kenny Sia and also other prominent bloggers, namely Shaolin Tiger, &lt;a href="http://kinkybluefairy.net/"&gt;Joyce Wong &lt;/a&gt;and without realizing, &lt;a href="http://kimong.com/"&gt;Kim Ong&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285893496248696482" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtEIQRzfqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JmW48H3HU-I/s320/DSC00322.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285896621222460210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtG-Jtm-zI/AAAAAAAAAdA/DrpnORVPws4/s320/idan_1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 216px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-had an assignment photo shoot for TPB with &lt;a href="http://missfiqa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fiqa&lt;/a&gt;, one of the finalist from Malaysian Dreamgirl who TPB made her as the muse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtXJ1AmmMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/o6dmWJeubeI/s320/2835933053_ccc535e58c_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Witnessed the University's greatest loss in 10 years and TM's biggest mistake; President Gauth Jasmon leaving speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285898390584082466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtIlJGSwCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/70PKvUmlJBA/s320/P2281080.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Witnessed another one of the University's greatest loss and another TM's biggest mistake; new president Zaharin welcoming speech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-had a simple yet unmemorable 21st birthday party with friends and family back at home in Seremban. Simple because it is low cost, unmemorable because TPB accidently deleted all the photos taken on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-got myself a tongue piercing a week after my birthday party, which initially thought to be my last piercing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286015041118689010" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVuyrGNAVvI/AAAAAAAAAeI/75lkv3kqPAE/s640/053.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-attended my second bloggers gathering at The Apartment KLCC. Met &lt;a href="http://robbyaoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Robb&lt;/a&gt;, Sultan Muzaffar and &lt;a href="http://redmummy.com/"&gt;Mira&lt;/a&gt;. Met Jacqueline for the 3rd time of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285893516531042626" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtEJb1fiUI/AAAAAAAAAcI/jaFGf-KNe3I/s320/DSC08492.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-doing crazy stuff with friends. Like once we supposed to have dinner at Seri Kembangan but ended up in Bukit Bintang for other purposes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285893510824347842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtEJGk6SMI/AAAAAAAAAcA/eSwQ89nFzj4/s320/DSC02877.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&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;-witness another first in my life: breaking up a friendship, something which I never expected to happened and never expected me making the move to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-prior to that, I started filtering friends. Another first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-became closer to someone I never expected to be my close friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-gained a new title: ManBitch from two of my close friends who are bitches themselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-making new friends but in a very careful manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-made more blogging friends and surprisingly keeping in touch with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-brought the Coopers (Hatchback,Hatchback S, Clubman, Clubman S) from Bukit Bintang to Cyberjaya for some series of test in 160kmh++, fastest speed I ever driven in a car (for now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286182252059324274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVxKwDf4b3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Zxfgc7Z-NSk/s320/P6221973.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-met this &lt;a href="http://cheesecakeerian.blogspot.com/"&gt;girl&lt;/a&gt; after 2 years of communication in her blog, only to know that she's leaving the country very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285896622694663938" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtG-PMnBwI/AAAAAAAAAdI/EMIM8-jD4K0/s320/n675406695_1174326_3720.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-saw the power of Facebook. As a result: met back a friend who lost in touch for 12 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-was selected to be a contributor for &lt;a href="http://youthsays.com/"&gt;Youthsays&lt;/a&gt; 'Real Voices' project. Made friends with a few bloggers throughout the period of contribution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-starting to get comfortable with who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-been spreading more love wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285895833617195842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtGQTp4Y0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/r2Rkhm1yG7M/s320/IMG_4194.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 214px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-met some I like coz I think shes cute wtf. Took her number but not keeping in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285893506668324098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtEI3GCZQI/AAAAAAAAAb4/YnE5gyfRoI0/s320/DSC02522.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-joined the Red Crescent Society in campus after leaving it for almost 4 years. Met a lot of new people there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285895837977856210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtGQj5iyNI/AAAAAAAAAcg/ijlJEt1L40s/s320/IMG_4200.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 214px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Also responsible for forming an unofficial group with a few juniors for the fun sake: &lt;a href="http://whitereflection88.blogspot.com/"&gt;G&lt;/a&gt;A&lt;a href="http://zhiqins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Y&lt;/a&gt;S&lt;a href="http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/"&gt;.TM&lt;/a&gt;. Unsurprisingly, none are gay but not sure whether there are any bisexuals or not. :D. And a disclaimer: the group is not related sexually wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285895818355233922" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtGPazJVII/AAAAAAAAAcQ/9e89B8x5fog/s320/engsoc4.PNG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 211px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-had one of the best Christmas Eve outing with GAYS.TM and other Red Crescent Members,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtXKVCFpZI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BDjKD1VlVDQ/s320/c21.PNG" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#######&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats my 2008. Or something like that lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have the ups, we have the down. But thats life. It will be like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a game of cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a good one. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-2999006975161688064?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2999006975161688064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=2999006975161688064&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2999006975161688064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2999006975161688064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009-first-post.html' title='2009: The First Post'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVtGQ5nkcBI/AAAAAAAAAco/NuNuCMj8qeg/s72-c/P1220899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-7481920803747853491</id><published>2008-12-24T22:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.492+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Returning: Unfinished Business wtf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;*blows dust away from blog wtf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time, tagging people was a fun thing to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Until at one point, you just get too bored with it because all looks the same only wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK lar. I am doing one since I havent do one for quite a long time, people have been tagging me like ages wtf and a cover up for new updates wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadia, I have done yours in english before so am not doing it k? And Lyana dear, I am not staying in a room. Currently I am staying in office wtf. Come over to my place and you will know. So cant do your tag as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Shea's can be used :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#######&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is the relationship of you and him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bitch partners. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your 5 impressions towards him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* hot. :D&lt;br /&gt;* a person who can really share your thoughts with.&lt;br /&gt;* straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;* loud at times.&lt;br /&gt;* bitchy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. The most memorable things he/she had done for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If this can be counted as one. I first met her in my foundation year for an event with her cousin who is my classmate back then and had a bad impression on her with her attitude. I met her again weeks (or months. cant remember wtf.) later at the food court, with her having her lunch alone and me rushing to class. I just turn at look at her, never expect any reaction on her but she smiled at me in a friendly way. We became closer all thanks to myspace, where we were communicating in there during the first few weeks in the first year. And we met up in Sparc's first event and became closer from there onwards. So much for photographic memory wtf. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The most memorable things he/she have said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-in MNTA's meeting when Syafiq was disturbing her and expected my back up. She say I should back her up cause she's my best friend. That really touched me. *wipes tears wtf terharu konon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If he/she become your lover, you will..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no chance. According to Bitch Rule No. 27488, a bitch cant be in love with another bitch to avoid the world destruction. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. If he/she become your enemy, you will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-of course sad lar! like wtf. buy hey, we started quiet bad but look where are we now. you think got chance one meh? *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, he/she has to improve on...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nothing. being herself is more than enough. and refer number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, the reason is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-misunderstanding? That could be the only reason lar. But still. *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. The most desirable thing to do on him/her is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-be with her. remind me to spen more time with her. hard to see her these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. The overall impression of him/her is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-no words can describe her. she's unique. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-dunno. tell me what you think as I know, I am loud, I have a potty mouth, I am talkative, a bit annoying and many more. That makes me me. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. The character of you for yourself is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-an individual? I dont see why I should change for the sake of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nothing. I heart myself. *hugs self wtf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. The most person that you wanna be is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*looks at the mirror* that guy in the mirror can? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. For the people who care about and likes you, say something about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-got one meh? XD To all my friends, darlings, enemies wtf, you made me who I am today (in some part lar wtf) and make me happy everytime when I am here. You know who you are. Thanks. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Ten people to tag:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TPB (he will not do it. has no blog wtf)&lt;br /&gt;2. TEB ( will give more excuses wtf)&lt;br /&gt;3. The Lesbian Whore @ Ayam&lt;br /&gt;4. That Emoe Keed @ Vampyre&lt;br /&gt;5. JJ Noisy Kid&lt;br /&gt;6. Albert aka multitasker wtf&lt;br /&gt;7. Lawrence Lee "my life is penuh with drama wtf"&lt;br /&gt;8. Chun Kit the budak kecil&lt;br /&gt;9. Zatyness&lt;br /&gt;10. Weener Alia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Who is no. 2 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-not sure. he is saying he is single but my family and I highly doubt that wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Is no. 3 a male or a female?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the name says it. FEMALE LAR DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If no. 7 and no. 10 were together, would it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-HELL NO. Lawrence and Alia? You gotta be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. How about no. 5 and 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chun Kit and JJ? Well as far as I am concerned, no too. Not because they are guys and it wont work wtf, naturally it will just NOT WORK. JJ's is full of jokes. Nobody took him seriously. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. What is no. 1 studying about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-TPB? Multimedia. And photography. He has too or else I will change his name again wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. Is no. 4 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-be surprised. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Say something about no. 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-like the name says, multitasker. a bit stubborn. sometimes assume things a bit too much. thats the cons. on the pros, very capable. a nice guy to hang and talk with. and understanding too. he will make sure everyone is not missing out in a group (sometimes lar wtf) will always make the situation happening. got more but dont want to say. nnt ade orang perasan lebih wtf can die.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;######&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today TPB brought something which I really hated. An iPhone. Apperently his friend doesnt like to use it (&lt;em&gt;then why buy it at the first place? bodoh betul wtf)&lt;/em&gt; hence, lending it to TPB since budak FCM Poyo want everything he have to be Apple. Like seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wont be surprised that in his three years here, he will get that iMac or the iBook. IF he buys himself I dont mind but if The Father buys it I will throw a bitch fit. Even then, I dont care lar. All I want is an iDrive. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, the iPhone. Till today I will never get it why anyone has to buy one. Keep it aside it is an Apple product, for a phone it is really shitty. I felt Apple created it just to enter the mobile ohne market and didnt put any effort on it. Or else then why the iPod Touch looks the same?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mentioning that, that is a better buy. It has everyting the phone has except calling functions. And cheaper too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another thing I cant &lt;em&gt;abhor&lt;/em&gt; is that some of my friends are willing to throw their cash buying it than other better alternatives. Its like buying an expensive basic Toyota over a top spec cheaper Proton, with both having the same quality control but yet buy the Toyota because the badge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I have seen many Malaysians doing that. I dont know where to bang my head, knowing how stupid they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I myself reviewed the iPhone. Before it came out, I somehow knew it is going to be bad. When it came out and tested it, I was indeed right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Userfriendly, yes &lt;em&gt;boleh tahan&lt;/em&gt;. But overall, no its not good. If any of my friends is going to buy it I will seriously smack their head and bring them to sanity wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then, that didnt stop it getting good reviews from the other reviewers, most of them are Apple lovers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283407241756176802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVJu5MiacaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/xu6IHd9kA7A/s320/iphone-competitive-data.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my arse lar they dont say. or you just didnt bother asking. tuik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While searching around for some pictures, this came across me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen, the best iPhone review. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283407240645344754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVJu5IZkffI/AAAAAAAAAbY/tN4oqqbSFR4/s320/iphonevsstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya allah nak tergelak aku.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-7481920803747853491?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7481920803747853491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=7481920803747853491&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7481920803747853491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7481920803747853491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/12/blows-dust-away-from-blog-wtf-at-one.html' title='The Returning: Unfinished Business wtf'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SVJu5MiacaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/xu6IHd9kA7A/s72-c/iphone-competitive-data.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-6092823388147553483</id><published>2008-11-29T01:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Returning (again): The New Project.</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I abandoned this blog for quite a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I deserved to be stoned to death wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I am busy in a new way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud to say this, I am one of the 50 young Malaysians selected by YouthSays! to participate in this program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273757569837309426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/STAmkXWuHfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cZGSqsxNdIU/s320/realvoices.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant be any happier!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just filled up a survey in their homepage. You know, just for luck sake &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They called me two weeks later while I was napping in front of my laptop telling me that I am selected and my assignment starts after the conversation wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course I was stoned &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt; at that moment. They even called me for three times before I answered the call wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right now, 7 chapters are already out with the 7th chapter just released today!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really2 happy. I always has a passion for writing and this came.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The blog which I am writing is open for the public to read. But for now, I will hold on the link.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a meantime, I will update here &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe a little.....less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So be patience lar k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-6092823388147553483?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6092823388147553483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=6092823388147553483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6092823388147553483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6092823388147553483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/11/returning-again-new-project.html' title='The Returning (again): The New Project.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/STAmkXWuHfI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cZGSqsxNdIU/s72-c/realvoices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-8801788366858855646</id><published>2008-10-31T12:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:22.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Deepavalli was always the same for me ever since we shifted to Seremban 6 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without fail and surprisingly, The Father had open house throughout the period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a place where there is a lot of Indians, I am pretty sure there will be alot of open houses around my area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont get me wrong, staying in Terengganu for at least 13 years and the place has only a few Indian families. In school, number of indian student is ratio of 1:100 with the other races, with my batch of students (the '87s) has only one indian student. Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting to the point, of course most of them there are anticipating a Deepavalli open house, eat the food and stuffs you can only see like once a year wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the time lar The Father will decide to have the fun in KL. -________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course not all the years lar. We had Deepavalli twice in Terengganu, after forcing my relations to come over here despite their excuses of "Its-very-far" wtf (then what about us when we are coming to KL?) and "Ur-place is-very-hulu-with-kampung-malays."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I am not really sure whether this year can be considered one of the worst ones I have celebrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, the guests. Who came from the invited? NONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only from my list but also from The Mother, The Father and TEB. Only one of TPB's classmate came. The rest? Illek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TPB also another case. He is not living up with the name I gave him here. Eventhough no one came to the house, The Father didnt buy a DLSR and a tripod for showcase purpose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friend here didnt take any photographs. Not a single one. And I was really expecting a nice family photo on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what he can tell me a few days later? A photographer need to get into the mood to take the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good lar. In photography industry, if this is what you are going to do, bye bye lar business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of getting into the mood, what about the models you used in the photography assignment? They also need to get into the mood when the pictures are being taken to produce good looking shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which explains why he got rejected in one of his assignments. Apperently I look boring according to his lecturer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant be blamed though. I was tired and not into the mood on that day. If I was in ANTM thingy I will win hands up to be voted off cause I admit and I know I didnt do good on that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back on deepavalli. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;SO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the first day, no one came except family members, I was drugged with medicines and that was it. Except last minute The Father decided to go visiting to KL at night and got stuck at traffic for an hour wtf. And we left around 8-ish pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for most KL-ian, night is and will always be young Therefore after visiting my aunts place in Selayang, we went to The Father's friends place at 12am. Very &lt;em&gt;cermelang&lt;/em&gt;. Party just started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But all of us are not in the mood thanks to tiredness and drugs (flu meds la wtf)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day two was a bit different. All family members from The Mother's came over and lepaked for almost the whole day at my place before going to her sister's at night which was few blocks away for dinner and wine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day three was almost the same. Get your will ready if you want me to elaborate wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to sum up, the first three days till now, the only common thing all is eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat, eat,eat. So much that none of us took lunch. It was all fruit affair for the next few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No doubt we Malaysians are rich in this. Eat as much as Americans but wont size up like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our portions are always small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 years staying there and just left from there 6 years ago and now they have &lt;a href="http://www.mesramall.com.my/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beats me to say all of my KL bound friends how I spend me early secondary school life by going back home and study or just watch the TV and take afternoon naps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now we will see more truancy rate in Kerteh, once upon a time a dead peaceful small town with beautiful beaches, nice morning nasi lemak stalls and strolling cows wtf, where all is soon to be replaced by Starbucks, Burger King, Body Shop and get this- Big Apple Donuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the future, kids.&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/26185005-8801788366858855646?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8801788366858855646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=8801788366858855646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8801788366858855646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8801788366858855646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/10/deepavalli-was-always-same-for-me-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-2585054983211657776</id><published>2008-10-30T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Returning: :D</title><content type='html'>Hai people. I is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means the finals has ended. Successful or not is another different thing, as MMU is one uni which often gives their students surprises of heart attack every semester without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, it is just the another same old bitchy semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I learned a lot of stuffs too. Which I couldnt bother them initially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(disclaimer: I worte kinda a lot here, only to realiase technology screwed my ass. Thanks a lot, sensitive keyboard keys.Hint: the delete key. T_______T. Will update sooner if I remember wtf.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;All that is in campus events. Back at home:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I found out VPL stands for Visible Panty Line from TEB. He explains that is the reasons why most models wear G-Strings/thongs. My mother was more than impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TPB surprised all of us with the news of McDonalds is offering cekodok for their raya period, only to find out later that they were Spicy McNuggets thanks to the phamplet we got from the newspaper. So much for design interperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#######&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deepavalli is coming soon and of course, me and my brothers are all over for the preparation lar.&lt;/p&gt;Upon reaching home after coming back the other day, TEB has listed the things among all of us at home with the stuffs we all have to do for the week till the deepavalli eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never I thought for a normal sized single story semi-detached house, there is a lot of stuffs to do. Thank god The Father sold the double story house he bought earlier or else sure can die. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the past 3 days, we all cleaned the house, arranged the study room, threw unneccesary stuffs, wash the curtains, yada yada you know the stuffs wtf.&lt;/p&gt;And of course, the normal delicacies for deepavalli is done too. And I risked myself helping The Mother as I am hairy and I had a few moments burning my hairs on my hand hair wtf last time on a certain different occassions and I dont want to go thru again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was save for this time.&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday we spent the day shopping for new clothes. But being typical Malaysians what planned earlier tak menjadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended up shopping in Seremban wtf.&lt;/p&gt;And I am kinda dissapointed but like a childs story book there is sad moments and happy ending wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sad moment first. We went to shop the traditional clothings first. To the record this year was the fastest we have ever done wtf. Usually every year we will spent on average 3 hours there. Just to select the clothes.&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday all is done around 2 hours, which includes dad paying it up. Which means the selection process was super fast wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Mother, TPB and TEB saw what they like, took it, tried it and happy coz they got what they want. Perfect.&lt;/p&gt;Me? I took two sets which I like, tried it and it was so big I dont have to wear pants wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I took another smaller set and it was also the same.&lt;/p&gt;T__________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;All those are in my favorite color. Damn tension.&lt;/p&gt;Which left me no choice, I took one which look grander than all I tried and also better than TPBs and TEB. Grander in sense of the color, material used and also the price wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it fits me perfectly wtf.&lt;/p&gt;Thank God The Father said nothing about the price as he said he is paying it (like duh?) and also there is super high discounts wtf. Mind you Indian traditional attires dont come cheap, and be thankful if they offer discounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asians. Everywhere go must bargain and discount one. Have you seen anyone buyings things WITHOUT bargaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, went Parkson and shopping normal new clothes. Normal as I speak is the daily everyday wearing one lar wtf.&lt;/p&gt;Again I am dissapointed. No nice casual looking shirts. Tension again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TPB like the typical flashy &lt;em&gt;I-am-a-multimedia-kid&lt;/em&gt; type fashion or in my words, the cyber &lt;em&gt;fengtau&lt;/em&gt; hip hop wannabe. TEBs fashion I cannot comment cause till now I dont understand what type fashion he is into.&lt;/p&gt;Me? I prefer the metro plus uber sexual type fashion or in Natasha's word (which I strongly deny wtf), the full gay fashion. But allow me to clarify that she too,is joking about it and also knows that being metro or uber sexual is not being gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its just being a male who cares a lot. Dont make me explain more, go Wiki it wtf.&lt;/p&gt;So story short, one black jeans, two black long tees with some gray and red lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;No pink!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorreh Nat. Sorreh Sara. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I touch my feminine side in alot other ways.&lt;/p&gt;Not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;XD.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#######&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To my beloved &lt;s&gt;scandal&lt;/s&gt; friend Jason,&lt;/p&gt;Lets learn Tamil with me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;It is spelled PUNDEK, not PUNDIK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what does it means you ask me?&lt;/p&gt;*&lt;s&gt;giggles&lt;/s&gt;laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vagina in tamil. XD&lt;/p&gt;Also known as &lt;em&gt;Pukimak&lt;/em&gt; in ....um I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn a new (bad) Tamil word. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From yours truly.&lt;/p&gt;*rolls on the floor*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-2585054983211657776?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2585054983211657776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=2585054983211657776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2585054983211657776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2585054983211657776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/10/returning-d.html' title='The Returning: :D'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3767066118898169628</id><published>2008-10-01T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.534+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Hiatus: Oh dear, not again.</title><content type='html'>To all readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are....next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four engineering papers, and all of it is killing my arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite high carryforwards for some. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother promise wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta go for raya at my uncle's place and back home to Seremban after that. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz tomorrow is TPB's birthday. And my aunties are asking whether I am coming back home or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish. Little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles. And Happy Hari Raya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless &lt;s&gt;America&lt;/s&gt; Malaysia until 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I can go out from here safely after my graduation and be a Londoner wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - My mom told me that TPB told her thatI have a hater in my blog. Bring it on babeh!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And TPB, siap ko. Why cant tell it to me first?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-3767066118898169628?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3767066118898169628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=3767066118898169628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3767066118898169628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3767066118898169628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiatus-oh-dear-not-again.html' title='The Hiatus: Oh dear, not again.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3660238847238101912</id><published>2008-09-14T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Event: Nuffnang Sharing Session @ The Apartment Downtown Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short Note: Read the first post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/09/event-nuffnang-sharing-session.html#comments"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the dinner I was sitting and talking wit Jac and Greg and of course going around places snapping pictures &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt; wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then of course, some comedy happened &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was when we are ordering our second batch of drinks, which is the time I ordered my killer lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the waiter telling the list of the drinks they have here, a small confusion twisted poor Greg's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waiter: (in deep indian accent) we have strawberry cooler, peach cooler, raspberry cooler, tangerine cooler.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greg: err wat..? Tandoori cooler?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Jac: *laughs hyterically*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously Greg, chicken juice? Eww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly when I told them that Robb is gay and Zac is his boyfriend and Zuzu their dog is their son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Greg and Jac: REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Me: Like duh. You think all his post is joke meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Me: And Zac is his boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Greg: What...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jac: REALLY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Me: And Zuzu is their son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jac: No wonder la....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Greg and Jac: *pauses a moment*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Greg and Jac: No lar, I think he's not lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Me: He is. -______-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jac: He's not *shows mischiveous face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we went to take the deserts I pulled Robb and made them ask him (muahahahahaha I is evil wtf).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me: Clarified?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jac:Yeah. Ok. *smiles again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Greg:*smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me:Toldja. *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Greg and Jac: *pauses a moment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Greg: So who is the........bottom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jac: I think could be *guess yourself here wtf*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;######&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dessert side, did I mention that the apple crumble was indeed SUPERB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single bite and &lt;em&gt;kepala sudah stim &lt;/em&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures cause all of us are salivating it and already orgasming eating it wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we decided to &lt;em&gt;kaypoh&lt;/em&gt; around snapping more pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839649330944274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz3Xg8H2RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QZm26WWePX0/s320/DSC08416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839655099680802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz3X2bfyCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5UArzbPjJmU/s320/DSC08417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839660324922738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz3YJ5SpXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/U_f7eUdFfWg/s320/DSC08418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839659003229778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz3YE-LNlI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/HkT90ZdNFRQ/s320/DSC08421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The curious kids: Greg, his tandoori juice, Jac and my killer lemonade. I forgot what she ordered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245839663484386578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz3YVqkPRI/AAAAAAAAARE/e6eqYAmfG54/s320/DSC08422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245848912332042146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz_ysTrr6I/AAAAAAAAARM/s9u7ipay2B8/s320/DSC08427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Zakiah,Arif, AzzAzfar and Jac. Zakiah just graduated and Arif is bounded to US next year. Good luck kid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the real sharing session begins. Robb brought us to the second floor where he described it, a real place to chill out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right. I fell in love with the concept there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245848917082086610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz_y-ALnNI/AAAAAAAAARU/M8_oGwYuvBc/s320/DSC08430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245848919373873586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz_zGilgbI/AAAAAAAAARc/JIy0ISojJHs/s320/DSC08431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245848926075215394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz_zfgT3iI/AAAAAAAAARk/P6ga8sGdKWk/s320/DSC08432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think camwhoring with a normal camera is hard, try it with DLSR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding it another thing, imagine lar not moving after snapping a picture and waiting for it to process. T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245848928972196098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz_zqTASQI/AAAAAAAAARs/n-X2Ixc_vmg/s320/DSC08435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had a Q &amp;amp; A session with Mr Richard, commenting and asking him about everthing he did, from the local food to the drinks. And he got is superbly positive answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;, who could ever forget that apple crumble. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, sharing session is resumed with Muzaffar and Mira, telling their blogging experience, their ramandan experience, family, hate mails and many more I am so lazy to write wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852828451546562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0DWo_VJcI/AAAAAAAAAR0/bLfhUaSzeZI/s320/DSC08440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Muke concertrate sial wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852832346840658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0DW3gCnlI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xoHXe9AdM4g/s320/DSC08443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852841048645026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0DXX6tnaI/AAAAAAAAASE/Gr4ezfC3Z4c/s320/DSC08444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I switched the camera to black and white mode, cause I like black and white pictures wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku suke&lt;/em&gt;! ^_____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can pass to be a photographer now wtf wait still cant cause&lt;em&gt; tangan&lt;/em&gt; still not stable wtf can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852844968328386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0DXmhPPMI/AAAAAAAAASM/8pfv0Mamzv0/s320/DSC08445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852850408741714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0DX6yVW1I/AAAAAAAAASU/e4om_PCBK4U/s320/DSC08446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245854976140543890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0FTpwSh5I/AAAAAAAAASc/rau5xDDUXnQ/s320/DSC08449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245854981971913794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0FT_emLEI/AAAAAAAAASk/x9IAjaw1fX0/s320/DSC08451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245854988600980786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0FUYLFtTI/AAAAAAAAASs/UMcFQjN9Guw/s320/DSC08454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245854998477492018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0FU891TzI/AAAAAAAAAS0/QxNSAHbwV-Y/s320/DSC08455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245854997455387202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0FU5KJOkI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tTNn6TzOD94/s320/DSC08457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245857945989996306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0IAhTk3xI/AAAAAAAAATE/AEIk0AFjjIc/s320/DSC08458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245857947163556994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0IAlrX_II/AAAAAAAAATM/Xp-u6XQrOBA/s320/DSC08465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, for the first time (according to Robb), we did a session on Nuffnang ads system on how they work and some things most of the bloggers want: generating the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, I gotta ask him again all that cause I was only half listening and my bloody mind is working on how to catch the bloody bus later wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245857952547072386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0IA5u56YI/AAAAAAAAATU/gfk7DmMPWJc/s320/DSC08466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, the session ends! *clappity claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even had a live band to entertain us. The band is called Billy &amp;amp; Tuxedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you the singer is damn good. Friendly too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245857957555821826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0IBMZFXQI/AAAAAAAAATc/wTdYRVXryZc/s320/DSC08473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245857965664491266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0IBqmV1wI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLu1SH0JrJ8/s320/DSC08474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245860526827394722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0KWvrKVqI/AAAAAAAAATs/ACnmkMnkO2A/s320/DSC08491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like this shot I took. So nice I wanna put it to GettyImages wtf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough talking Camhoring time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245860530922564354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0KW-7hqwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/dhk-i4N7BxY/s320/DSC08476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245860534003632754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0KXKaHCnI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9X73OdSways/s320/DSC08477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245860538527668386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0KXbQuWKI/AAAAAAAAAUE/DTxHdHC9rww/s320/DSC08478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Absolutly two with me. I pity you Liang ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245860541350860002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0KXlx01OI/AAAAAAAAAUM/mb6EFQTGItA/s320/DSC08480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mira and talkative + cute Marcus. Damn lawak lak this guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, a shot with Robb. Damn &lt;em&gt;berdosa&lt;/em&gt; if didnt take wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245869457825572194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0SemPDpWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/teS8FbqLjgA/s320/DSC08481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I tell you that Jac has a tiny crush on Robb? *looks at Jac*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while when we are talking about him, her face was red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can even be seen under the dimlight wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we told Robb about it. And he went "Aww" wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry Jac and Robb, Zac wont know about it I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245869460710419138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0Sew-26sI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lbDv6NVUoxw/s320/DSC08482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With Thomas which I knew more about him through ShengMae's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245869465450048946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0SfCo37bI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8i9O-U2vLns/s320/DSC08486.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245869471395161890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0SfYyTJyI/AAAAAAAAAUs/u5yw2S8CCEQ/s320/DSC08489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Julian and moi. He is taking phd on blog research. Woots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245869476362601138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0SfrSoQrI/AAAAAAAAAU0/UudpqNohE0k/s320/DSC08490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With Lina rocker chick who shows peace sign wtf damn salah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lastly, a nice picture with me, Jac and Greg.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245871046656306498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SM0T7FF0rUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vNjU92pX-6E/s320/DSC08492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a day and I miss it. Lots. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#####&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Came out from The Apartment at 945pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh fuck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just because in the afteronon they were superbly good, doesnt mean that were good at night right? After all, they all must been slogging too after breaking fast and surely, the system will be back to square one lar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inside I am praying; &lt;em&gt;Please. at least one fucking bus there to Cyberjaya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked fast from KLCC to LRT and by 1015pm, reached Pasar Seni station.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuh champion. Last bus from what I know is 1030pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT ANYMORE WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They changed it to 10pm. And I am at midst of throwing a bitch fit wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luckily some drivers there was kind enough to tell me what to do. &lt;em&gt;Bulan puasa&lt;/em&gt; what, of course must do good wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quickily, went up again, bought a ticket to KL Sentral and from there took KLIA Transit to Putrajaya Sentral.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merely 10 minutes, reached destination. ^______^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy cause I managed to reach home, sad coz KLIA transit ticket is 10 bucks wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From there a friend sent me to my place. By 11 already at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*grins*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Overall, I was happy and satisfied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meeting new friends, meeting the old ones and all the sharing has never been that good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Summore with free food, who cant be more happier wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then upon reaching home I was hungry back. Due to the stress lar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puki betul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-______-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks a lot, politics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/26185005-3660238847238101912?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3660238847238101912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=3660238847238101912&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3660238847238101912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3660238847238101912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/09/event-nuffnang-sharing-session_14.html' title='The Event: Nuffnang Sharing Session @ The Apartment Downtown Part 2'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMz3Xg8H2RI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QZm26WWePX0/s72-c/DSC08416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-4514415920151034175</id><published>2008-09-14T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Event: Nuffnang Sharing Session @ The Apartment Downtown.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short Talk: Strange to say that most of MMU Cyberjaya student cases of death are mainly because of accident cases (thanks to the "specially" designed corners and from MMU Malacca, either accidential death or suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On my first year, a student died after falling from 18th floor from the Ixora apartment as he wanted to jump to his room throungh the window. Last year, a girl jumped herself from the same building from the 6th floor from the same building due to some love problem. Weeks after that, a guy drank poison due to same case but he did that at his hometown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now, this &lt;a href="http://jacksonywl.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-latest-news.html"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/14022182"&gt;Boo Jay Win&lt;/a&gt;, if you died because of suicide, sorry to sound harsh but that is the STUPIDEST thing you have ever done. From all the blog I read, you have a lot of friends caring for you and thus, sharing your deeper problems with them should not be a problem. And taking your life? I have nothing more to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nevertheless, rest in peace dude. And may God bless yout soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I always think that 2008 is not really a good year for most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#######&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last friday in Nuffnang's blog I saw this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245779149966490770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzAV_PnPJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kZrffVpix8s/s320/sharing-session.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so, of course I sent in my details since I didnt get through the first sharing session which I wanted so much wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last thursday, I got a mail from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245779153418708226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzAWMGr5QI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rS8xH0NnTlo/s320/untitlednuff.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I gotta berlagak sekejap. I is sorreh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got through the invite. Which left me thinking one think why I got through this easily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its ramadan month And you know the rest of the story &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep story short &lt;em&gt;memang&lt;/em&gt; I was excited. Because I love bloggers get together and I get to meet some random people I dont know wtf. Which I like too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also free food wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yesterday, after waking up and feeling partially useless due to two simultaneuosly assignments due on friday, I left the room to board on our lovely &lt;strong&gt;"we-come-on-time-but-took-me-6 hours-to-seremban-wtf"&lt;/strong&gt; public transportation to head to KLCC, since you all know our RapidKL and KTM all memang wtf one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They were on time yesterday. Surprisingly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I went wtf wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I reached KLCC 5 minutes before 6, albeit leaving Cyberjaya around 430 pm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuh champion &lt;em&gt;lak&lt;/em&gt; our transportartion system. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Must be the politics again wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reaching half an hour early, I decided to slog there since its been ages I went KLCC. And its still look the same there wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the midst of the massive crowd there, I saw Sam there. Apperently macha &lt;em&gt;sudah ada cewek&lt;/em&gt;. And is doing his duty to be boyfriend &lt;em&gt;mithalli&lt;/em&gt;. *claps hand*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And just opposite the main concourse, there is a small Peugeot booth there,with their locally assembled 407 there to be viewed duh wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So as usual I went to &lt;em&gt;kepoh&lt;/em&gt; for a moment since there is a lot of time wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RM136000, with 7 AIRBAGS (enough to kill people when all deployed at once wtf), lots of safety kit, electric chairs and importantly a built in sat nav. Chun eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly I gotta cancel this in the next car list for The Father. Why? Space no problem but head room at the back is memang T_________T one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Father is 6'2'', moi is 5'10'', &lt;strong&gt;TEB&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(TEB is The Elder Brother and hence he will be known like this in my future postings)&lt;/em&gt; is 5'11'' and &lt;strong&gt;TPB&lt;/strong&gt; is 6 foot. So go figure lar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kind enough,the Peugeot repersentative there suggested me to get something big, like a MPV or an SUV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And he suggested Toyota Alphard or Toyota Estima. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-________-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bijak. Nak kene buang kerje ar?&lt;/em&gt; But since he told me only, no one will know it wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Opps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so it was 630. And I went to &lt;a href="http://atheapartment.com/"&gt;The Apartment Downtown&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245787702872206898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzIH1TPbjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/dz_2I3mPnOU/s320/DSC08381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so I saw Robb there. And I tapped him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Hi Suthesh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fuck. I am that popular meh? *perasan*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only then he told me I am the only indian blogger (wtf) who registered for the event. For one moment perasan only wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He gave me the name list to confirm the attendence. Before signing it I saw something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Ce-yan is also here??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I just turned my head to the left. And I saw her. Standing beside me. With Greg her grandfather wtf. Both looking shocked and surprised.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we hugged and screamed wtf. Robb &lt;em&gt;pulak senyum gembire&lt;/em&gt; coz already got people knowing each other wtf event already sucessful wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we grabbed a place out there and chat like ages cause &lt;em&gt;lame tak jumpe&lt;/em&gt;. For one moment become like &lt;em&gt;jakun tak pernah jumpe orang&lt;/em&gt; only wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we grazing around the place cause it is beautiful duh wtf, the waiter came to take our drink orders.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But before that I should mention that all the waiters there are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;DRESSED.IN.PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *looks for the manager to shoot him*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took a strawberry cooler, Jac (or Ce-yan) took a raspberry cooler and Greg took a peach cooler. All look good and tastes nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245794647768347858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzOcFDgtNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/WZG2qzLz75g/s320/DSC08379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course, we didnt forget the other main priority here. Taking pictures wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245794654783524626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzOcfMDzxI/AAAAAAAAAO0/DiSiQZmZjDw/s320/DSC08383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245794656922218786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzOcnJ9sSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/P2DwNM5dZFc/s320/DSC08384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245794661353744802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzOc3qhaaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-47_y7vZ4T0/s320/DSC08387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Since when&lt;a href="http://drewnity.com/"&gt; you&lt;/a&gt; gat named for pasta lar abg?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245794666954096978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzOdMhwAVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zfJdW8ZOXLY/s320/DSC08388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rocker chick showing peace sign wtf so salah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245799107879310226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzSfsQ1E5I/AAAAAAAAAPU/V4150WPn-00/s320/DSC08394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245799112042145346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzSf7xU5kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/gNFoILF8crI/s320/DSC08395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245799113277225810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzSgAXyu1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Q1vQjIPjMQM/s320/DSC08396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the guest blogger who was invited on the day besides &lt;a href="http://sultanmuzaffar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Muzaffar&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://redmummy.com/"&gt;Mira&lt;/a&gt; or known as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Here is a pic with her husband &lt;a href="http://ashterix.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ami&lt;/a&gt;, which I shamelessly thought that was Sultan Muzaffar. &lt;em&gt;Malu sial&lt;/em&gt; wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention I took TPB's DLSR since The Father's Olympus is back with the owner himself? And little did I know despite with SuperSteady feature, you are not suppose to shake much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for some pictures my hand was shaky. There goes my dream to be a photographer wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245799120810115154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzSgcbxgFI/AAAAAAAAAPs/n8Klrc7Ebrg/s320/DSC08398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fail. Sorry boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then shortly afterwards, Mr Robb gave his opening speech to the bloggers since Mr Tim is at Penang handling some stuffs there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245799124849823714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzSgre6j-I/AAAAAAAAAP0/Lstn-FHdSsY/s320/DSC08400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245806879421547474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzZkDg4w9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/BX_wgiJJ9Wc/s320/DSC08402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Muke kusyuk dengar opening speech wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then was a speech from the head chef from The Apartment, Mr Richard. Mind you his local dishes memang heavenly &lt;s&gt;ahahahaha boo you for not being there wtf.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even he is wearing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wtf. *takes out shotgun*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245806886193892818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzZkcvijdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vr36gwG4riw/s320/DSC08405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Robb buat muke kiut aku tak boleh blah wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course, not all is listening to the speech &lt;em&gt;la&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245806887557311714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzZkh0mrOI/AAAAAAAAAQM/bBhRyhPVxdg/s320/DSC08406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Toldja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then its already time to nom. And the food was......*wipes drool off* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See the list above to see what is served.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course, pictures of food. But not many was taken cause all of us are hungry wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245806895066389858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzZk9y6HWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/h-M9ajebmxc/s320/DSC08410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245806897158372322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzZlFlrO-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/VMqmdUl3uw4/s320/DSC08411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shortly during the dinner we ordered more drinks but different ones cause wanna try all of them. The picture above is my killer lemonade. Killer I call it because I think they didnt mix water or sugar with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was basically all LEMON. So lemoney that every sip I take I gotta stop talking cause my whole TONGUE was tingling. Damn shiok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even people who lost their taste buds can get back theirs after drinking it wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok part 1 ends here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check part 2 at night coz blogspot and lappie is lagging wtf a lot of photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;TPB &lt;/strong&gt;is playing Japanese songs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aku tak suke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-4514415920151034175?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4514415920151034175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=4514415920151034175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4514415920151034175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4514415920151034175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/09/event-nuffnang-sharing-session.html' title='The Event: Nuffnang Sharing Session @ The Apartment Downtown.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SMzAV_PnPJI/AAAAAAAAAOU/kZrffVpix8s/s72-c/sharing-session.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-5626894694959551621</id><published>2008-09-05T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-TOP: blue 0px solid; BORDER-LEFT: blue 0px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: blue 0px solid" href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say"&gt;&lt;img alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://www.lets101.com/images/quiz/zodiac_gemini_txt.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes"&gt;Fun Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wtf. Like kena mad cow disease only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hate it when all above it so right. *sigh like a highschool bitch wtf*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like one particular one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"One of the best in sex"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww how did they know? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I hate another one in there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"VERY FORGIVING"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, not anymore then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think.&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;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster, in other words is the site where all the students in my campus access more than our own MMLS (Multimedia Learning System).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another place where most of MMU student communicate with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like once, I got a messege from a group member of mine asking about assignments wtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another time, is some world war with a friend wtf cant remember it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so you see the impact it is giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this in Friendster (wtf) about this buletien which I think is so true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 Things Idiots Do In Friendster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is no such things as a Friendster tracker. It does not exist, so stop posting stupid buletiens like "OH-EM-MEEEE this WORKS!!!!!!!". No, it doesnt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;To the people who have like 25000 friends and over 5 or even 10 or 20 accounts, are you serious? Go play in traffic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont ever post pictures and say:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"OMG, I m so ugly."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"OMG I'm so fat."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;        Because if you were, you wont even post them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;        And if you do you are a freaking mongoloid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Nobody cares about the threats in the internet. Dont ry to act hardcore with the keyboard. Fighting online is like racing in the special olympics and even if you win, you are still retarded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Qiut crying coz you're not on someone's top 6. Who cares? ITS FRIENDSTER GODAMIT. Stop bitching and get real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.Who cares if I dont accept you as a friend? Dont send me another messege or request asking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"whats up with you not adding me."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont want you as a friend. Thats whats up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-5626894694959551621?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5626894694959551621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=5626894694959551621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5626894694959551621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5626894694959551621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets101-quizzes-fun-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-5645679062067851160</id><published>2008-09-01T15:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Nonsense: Excuses? Pah</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short Talk: I had my small bimbo yesterday. When I was at the Reject Shop yesterday,I walked in front one of the big mirrors there, adjusted my hair and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"God I look good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*smugs to self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh fuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unintentionally, of course. &gt;_____&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you people think that I actually died after my last post, be dissapointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive wtf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only thing is I went a bit lazy lar. With 3 midterms in 2 weeks, memang ciao lar for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for a short momment I am free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs around the room naked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#######&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be put to death for not posting these wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, to my daddy. Happy &lt;s&gt;35th&lt;/s&gt; 53rd birthday on 13th of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240731282474087730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SLrRVbclNTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ADVQlm96Ohg/s400/P3061138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I wished you on the day, I still wanna post this wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is it. And thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, to Kurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240731281537534850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SLrRVX9Si4I/AAAAAAAAANk/tczTejMRh3Y/s400/prewed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him during a bloggers gathering back in January at The Gardens, and little did all of us there knew he is going to get married soo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Hope the sex was great wtf&lt;/s&gt; Wish you a happy blissful marriage life. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Fiqa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240731284838479074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SLrRVkQS9OI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p4Be_Jp8PqM/s400/DSC04107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I write this, you might have fun in your orientation day all thanks to your flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are fine now, and welcome to the journey of being a uni student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where life is going to start. I mean the real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Weekend was never as quite as fun as I ever had a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tortures of three midterms, I decided to slog out big time for the next 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the I remembered something. Saturday I have an event to attend in KL Sentral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I woke up early without the help of my alarm despite sleeping late last night, just to ask TPB whether he wants to follow me. Which in a way benefits both of us; TPB can take photos &lt;s&gt;since budak FCM poyo has a DLSR camera&lt;/s&gt; and can experiment different type of shots, me meet new people and mingle around wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out TPB's assignment has not been completed yet, but he told me if to take his DLSR if I wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulak dah&lt;/em&gt;. Although its tempting, the camera is bloody heavy and I dowan to carry it around when I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summore chances for me to be kidnapped and robbed and raped and molested is very high. Come on lar, these days guys also now not safe dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day in paper a UiTM student kena. From some old man pulak tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damn. Not another bimbo moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since TPB is not going, I decided not to go as well since I dont fell like going anywhere alone that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Nakhiiran came to help. He and his brother brought me along to Alamanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching there, we started to pig out. Went to KFC first and attacked ourselves for the next 45 minutes eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished eating our snack plates in less than 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuh champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats something I never did before. ^_______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we slog like pigs around the mall and made a stop at every single place just to look at the stuffs there and gave fake hopes to the shopkeepers there. ^______^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw something I like there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mini car show. *grins widely and runs towards it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, the three of us take the flyers around, gave them false hopes and commenting the cars like we knew the whole structure of it wtf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Honda kena teruk from us. We commented their new Stream like fuck to the level I went to the third row of the seat, sat there, adjust their second row, made Nakhiiran sit there since he is 6feet 5 and told that there is no way people can be confortble buying it and of course, loosing Honda their potential customers to buy it wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry lar. Basically we have no work and that is the best we can do. And Honda should be lucky I didnt elaborate more what else the customers is loosing if thay are buying that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*evil grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Koobs and I fall in love with the dark blue Waja CPS. *hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RM65k, has 2 airbags, ABS, Xenon lights with auto leveling, leather all round, gated shift for the auto, cruise control, auto folding side mirrors (which is a must for me besides airbags. ^_____^), can you say no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes Vios an useless option wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponsor me one people? Promise will be super good wtf so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there kinda long. Coz I cant get over with the Waja until these two has to pull me away from it wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we slogged to the book store before ending up to Secret Recipe, where I pigged up a Tiramisu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats how my first day of the weekend ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home feeling happy for basically not doing anything but eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;######&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was not like what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well of course I woke up late lar wtf. What you expect to do in Sunday mornings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1130am is considered very very late for me, sue me if you want wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to evening, where me and my group of indian friends went to this Krishna Temple in Old Klang Road for a prayer with some other indian group of student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop staring. I know its super rare to hear me going out with a big bunch of indian groups. I decided I wanted ..........a change. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I regret it big time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I dont look like a normal indian. I am basically a mix blood, so its normal having people to look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But having people looking at you and THINKING WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE DOING HERE and OH-YOU-ARE-HINDU look.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just wrong. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now some of my indian friends has no idea what religion I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian. I look like one meh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;KNNCB betul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that actually. My skin color also has been an issue of my origin country. Like hello? Which part of it says I am not a bloody Malaysian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, when reaching the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;SomeRandomGuy: Welcome! From *some collage I forgoten wtf*?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope. MMU Cyberjaya.&lt;br /&gt;SomeRandomGuy: I see. From India?&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO! Malaysia. Why?&lt;br /&gt;SomeRandomGuy: Owh, you look like from India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart shatters to pieces.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, that is considered fine. I went through more of that when shifted to Cyberjaya wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back to temple story. The prayers went OK I shoud say.But my only dissapointment is that the bhajans on that dy was not like I expected. Usually Krisha bhajans are the best I have heard compared to the other bhajans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this one I heard, I felt it sounded like a normal cheap band you usually hear in weddings. Not to mention that you get some remix too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woi, where is the respect? Bhajans are meant to be played as it is, not with some cheap pub remix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hancur habis.&lt;/em&gt; Even Simon Cow will say things we might not hear in American Idol wtf if he hears that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the prayers ended around 1am. With bad food. And with me having 8am class on the next day and me being usual, wake up about half an hour before the class starts for most 8 am classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly I woke up super early on the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha very cemerlang wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise that part of my father's gene is getting into me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When comes to decide things lar wtf. Not all. Apperently daddy and I are not in the same wavelength when come to things and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months back, my mom's Kancil was on the threat of being sold when daddy starts talking of buying a replacement for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with Myvi, followed by Persona, then Waja CPS, Saga, then back to Waja CPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up bought nothing. Sot the Kancil's life was pretty much save, even though it could have died when my dad was super excited after seeing the Waja in the showroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited to the level that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: Ma, pa really buying that car r?&lt;br /&gt;Mother:Dont know la. Most probably yes I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*both went excited wtf*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our hopes are banished on the air next day wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My case pulak is on phones. Till now I still couldnt decide what to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate choices.. Its just loves to appear when you dont need them wtf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sony Ericsson K850, Sony Ericsson C902, Motorola V9, Samsung F700, Nokia E66..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see lar. It never ends wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestion anyone? From any of you who are using any of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I really cant decide. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sad puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other day at the library I was discussing with a friend of mine about her radio assignment, which most of my friends are fucking themselves because it is not detecting any frequency but was relieved later after being evaluated cause it WAS actually working wtf, tolde me that her was only giving some interference noises.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And being a good friend wtf, I told her it will be fine, dont worry, yada yada.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she told, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I have tried my best already."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I have checked my breast already."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-_________________-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And of course I went.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"What the...-"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I meant I tried my best already. Yeah, I know what you heard. I also heard it like that."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And she smiled after that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You see lar people, what engineering has done to us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*slaps forehead*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;#####&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you go people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of the events that happened last week but I shorten everything because I am busy and I am lazy wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More coming soon. I just came back from Kuala Selangor today and there is a lot of photos and I met a lot of nice people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And juniors who happen to like the concept of being gay and gangbanging wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-_______-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kids these days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheh. I only jadi &lt;em&gt;mangsa keadaan &lt;/em&gt;wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But never mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also spent more quality time with Winston cause his girlfriend shared 50 percent with me ahahaha wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will know more soon. So wait lar for it. &lt;s&gt;Maybe after finals only wtf.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-5645679062067851160?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5645679062067851160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=5645679062067851160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5645679062067851160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5645679062067851160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/08/nonsense-excuses-pah.html' title='The Nonsense: Excuses? Pah'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SLrRVbclNTI/AAAAAAAAANs/ADVQlm96Ohg/s72-c/P3061138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-6784718933799764271</id><published>2008-08-10T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Announcement: Dia Masih Hidup.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short Talk: Weeks ago I had one of my worst nightmare in my whole life. So bad that I didnt wake up of shock. Could it be because I was dreading it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just hope it doesnt come true. Coz its really, really bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I dont want to think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still alive apperently wtf. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am 'enjoying' my one week break courtesy from my 'beloved university' due to convocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying, cause my whole week didnt go like I expected. Summore, I have three midterms waiting for me in the next two weeks alongside with asignments dates and fucking labs, which I admit I am kinda enjoying them this semester wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved university, cause lately, I have a lot to bitch about it. Not good stuffs lar but I still wanna do it cause it is gonna ruin my life for the next 1 and the half years and its already burning my dads pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only did I realise that here is only ONE company in this country, is based on optical engineering materials, That one also not sure 100% or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summore with our "40 percent coursework, 60 percent finals", what lar are we gonna implement in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I was at one time, agreed with this thing. Thinking that we ( I meant my uni) are going to produce 1st class graduates with this system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ptuik. My ass &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. All the while it was the other way around, better graduates are produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, I will graduate. With an Optical Engineering degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck lar I am gonna work. *scratches head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad also another one. Not really helping with those advices. I mean, you spent a lot paying us with this course and all you can say to survive in the outside world (with a lot of moolahs), business is the answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, thats &lt;em&gt;memang&lt;/em&gt; true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem, I dunno what business I will be good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focus Point, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the random note, I am a model now wyf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For younger brothers photography assignment, who I shall label him as The Photographer Brother, or TPB so you can differentiate which brother I am refering to when I am mentioning here wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 years of his life,TBP has one major problem: his version of bitch fit. Where the aftereffects not only thrown to us, but damaging us permently as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is his brain is programmed or should I say, has a default setting of excute first, dechiper later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened many times, and also in this photoshoot which I shall bitch later in the future or maybe not cause I can be lazy wtf. &lt;s&gt;and I am an engineering student so I dun have time wtf so random.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which resulted 5 different models in three photoshoots, me being in two of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed it also lar. Maybe cause this is my only chance and maybe because I like the enviroment of being in the photoshoot. Can attract attention wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First shoot is with a professional model and themed "paparozzo". Made me feel glamour wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second shoot themed " a help in the scene", where I gotta attend an 'athlete' in an injury. The model is my junior who also TBP's short fling in the school. Made me feel like a paedophile chasing a young innocent chick wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos maybe later. Cause TBP took them in 10 megapix format. And my bloody laptop has no space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explains why I havent done my MDG Final post. All 900 photos are in his PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they are big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uploading them in blogger will take ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting my tech blog most prolly by end of the year. Cause I gotta check with the companies their T&amp;amp;C on getting their test unit to review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes it....&lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; blogs to take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with one blog also cannot update much, I have a third one coming on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuyoh sounds like waiting a baby wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will find a contributor. And that will make my life an easier ass to handle wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I will still offer my consulting service. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Sujatha, happy tak? &lt;em&gt;Aku da update&lt;/em&gt; wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now go write me that present post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Agnes, &lt;em&gt;aku&lt;/em&gt; attend you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the books nearby me are cookbooks wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, you dont want me to write a fifth line of a recipe right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-6784718933799764271?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6784718933799764271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=6784718933799764271&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6784718933799764271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6784718933799764271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/08/announcement-dia-masih-hidup.html' title='The Announcement: Dia Masih Hidup.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-2991143874541709866</id><published>2008-07-22T02:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Ramblings: Aiyak! Boredom Again wtf</title><content type='html'>-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored I feel like selling myself wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, kena tag again. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time Agnes's work. Nak revenge lar kononnya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##########&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Top Three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;owh god wtf. not again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. suthesh.&lt;br /&gt;2. su wtf.&lt;br /&gt;3. hitz fm wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33MINUTES:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;33 minutes?? So precise wtf.&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading blogs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Dreaming wtf.&lt;br /&gt;3. Drink water wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;2. Doing what you enjoy the most.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bully people wtf. My personal favorite. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AS OF NOW:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. DJ Sammy - Sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;2. Jprdin Sparks - No Air.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kajiura Yuki - I Talk To The Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LOVE IN A GUY/GIRL:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Boobies wtf.&lt;br /&gt;2. The smile.&lt;br /&gt;3. Their personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PERSONS YOU MISS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I am not telling.&lt;br /&gt;2. I is no sayin.&lt;br /&gt;3. Aku taknak bitau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Later I will have headache attending ppl merajuking with me wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. BMW 135i. Or Mini Cooper S. :D&lt;br /&gt;2. Sony A300/A350. Little bro got A200 now I dowan that dy. :p&lt;br /&gt;3. A new phone or iPod Touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Pretty please? *sad puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Read book.&lt;br /&gt;2. Listening music.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meeting up new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wtf so lame. -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR NEXT VACATION&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Clubs at Bali.&lt;br /&gt;2. London.&lt;br /&gt;3. Germany. Wanna survey my future permenant place wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE FAVORITE CARTOON/ANIME CHARACTERS&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Doraemon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Yzma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE FAST FOOD:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;2. Carl's Jr.&lt;br /&gt;3. OldTown Kopitiam wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE FAVORITE DRINKS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Choc milk.&lt;br /&gt;2. Smoothies.&lt;br /&gt;3. Red wine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THINGS FOUND IN YOUR &lt;s&gt;HAND&lt;/s&gt;BAG: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Room keys&lt;br /&gt;2. Notes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sum crap you dowan to know wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Black.&lt;br /&gt;2. Red.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TOP THREE U LOVE SO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Three what??&lt;br /&gt;1. My phone.&lt;br /&gt;2. My family duh.&lt;br /&gt;3. My life. I might die soon wtf. *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tag: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya I hate this part. KNNNCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shea.&lt;br /&gt;Ajeep.&lt;br /&gt;Sharin.&lt;br /&gt;Fara.&lt;br /&gt;Alea. She will like this wtf.&lt;br /&gt;Dya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anybody lar.  Give up dy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Maybe those Singaporean bloggers who are reading my blog. You think I dunno one meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why I felt I have done this tag before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-2991143874541709866?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2991143874541709866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=2991143874541709866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2991143874541709866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2991143874541709866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/07/ramblings-aiyak-boredom-again-wtf.html' title='The Ramblings: Aiyak! Boredom Again wtf'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3921799827371262042</id><published>2008-07-16T00:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.589+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day I Felt Younger By Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SHzSIhuzEUI/AAAAAAAAANU/1b34e23HLms/s1600-h/nicest-photo-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223280711778373954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SHzSIhuzEUI/AAAAAAAAANU/1b34e23HLms/s400/nicest-photo-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Olive Riley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;20 October 1899-12 July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The worlds oldest blogger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has left us to start another new beginning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;109 years full of memories and stories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care Olive, and do keep on singing the 'Happy Song'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will miss you and your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutolive.com.au/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blob&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another smaller note, happy 21st birthday Rommel!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes you are old and no, its not safe to fuck a girl yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You gotta get through her daddy first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take care, my dear old big baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223282173927595298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SHzTdoqVnSI/AAAAAAAAANc/OCks_IzQ-K4/s400/DSC07110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The babi pose which I always wanted to post. Here is it. Hahah wtf :p.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-3921799827371262042?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3921799827371262042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=3921799827371262042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3921799827371262042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3921799827371262042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-i-felt-younger-by-days.html' title='The Day I Felt Younger By Days'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SHzSIhuzEUI/AAAAAAAAANU/1b34e23HLms/s72-c/nicest-photo-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-1197982893241899112</id><published>2008-07-15T09:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day I Will Be Known (soon) For My Bitch Fit.</title><content type='html'>I cant believe I am witnessing such things again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 years ago in Terengganu, me and my friends witnessed the only private school in Terengganu being taken over by the government and is split into 2, one for primary and one for secondary, albeit being still in a same builiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day onwards, Sekolah Rantau Petronas was never the school I once came in when I was 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in present time, Malaysia's first private university is now (hopefully still rumour stage) a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PUBLIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking thanks a lot, TM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, you guys must be really a dodo when comes to reading the contract between you &lt;s&gt;people&lt;/s&gt; dodos and some company for UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tak baca betul betul and what happened? You guys lost millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make it billions. Since MMU was for sale for RM900 million isit? wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamit lar. Vodafone is one bloody huge company lar idiots. Why?why?why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to cover up, you guys did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not extending our President's contract. You think I am that dumb r? He's didnt retire dammit. He is the brainchild of MMU and why on earth he wants to retire? It sounds more like he is leaving his own house cause his wife mogok taknak feed him anymore wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bring in the most dumbest new leader/president (aside from Pak Lah wtf) I have ever seen in my life. I tell you lar you people in TM, that botak is really2 useless lar. That day on the dialogue with the students, damn memalukan wei. Dunno how to answer back. Give stupid answers only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I assume lar, you people made MMU to raise up their monetary services in almost every single thing. Oh yeah, you forget to charge us for using the toilets. When wanna implement that? wtf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And then, last week, coz your people's money still tak cukup, you guys put up MMU for sale. If I am Prof Gauth (our ex president) I will go and jump off from 10th floor wtf. How much again? RM 900 million? Fuh, that cheap r our uni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then why at the first place you made us to mention (and its compulsory from what I heard) or put up the small marker " A TM University"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now see what you have done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We felt cheated lar you fucktards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If tommrow got mogok I will only say padan muka wtf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - For those who knows me but apperently, only the surface part, this is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;me. I have a big potty mouth wtf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-1197982893241899112?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1197982893241899112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=1197982893241899112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1197982893241899112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1197982893241899112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-i-will-be-known-soon-for-my-bitch.html' title='The Day I Will Be Known (soon) For My Bitch Fit.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-7830337249932654245</id><published>2008-07-13T08:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day Things Expectation Goes Vice Versa</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Short Talk: Two years ago when I started blogging, you can only see a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; handful of them doing so. Celebrity bloggers too, some of them,started around the same time I started and created a following among them as they blog regularly, in other words everyday and also the topic they want to bitch about. Some of them did create a mess in our country when they start to write about politics. My salutes goes to them for being brave. And of course, our government you all know lar. They all wanna create an act for the bloggers in Malaysia so all the controversial topics (for them) can be filtered out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look lar who is blogging. Even our ex prime minister also doesnt want to be left out. Now they know the power of blogging.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the smaller community, the number of my friends who turning themselves into bloggers and some, wannabe celebrity bloggers are increasing. WTF. Like cendawan can?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why my friends. Even my brothers started to blog too. Champion habis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gile my short talk is long. Lagi champion. Fuhyoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##########&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure that after reading &lt;a href="http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-my-younger-brother-had-his-share-of.html#comments"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, you guys know what I went and did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 5 holidays, and some patience building like like bubbles wtf.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to get myself a tongue &lt;em&gt;piercing&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I damn &lt;em&gt;geng&lt;/em&gt; wan. But wait. Lets hear a little on my piercing &lt;em&gt;history&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;em&gt;history&lt;/em&gt;. Mind you I have 5 piercings to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my first piercings at both of my earlobes when I was 15 due to religious purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Hinduism, it is compulsory for both females and males to get their ears pierced. Just like the Muslims and the Jews got their males to circumcise. And when they say ears they just meant the earlobes &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I am sure lar you people must be wondering why I &lt;em&gt;gatal-gatal&lt;/em&gt; went to get more piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I went to get my first piercings, I really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DESPISED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it. I mean, why would you want to get yourself inflicted to pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like some one forcing you to get hurt when you dont want to. In this case my dad was pushy about it. Telling this thing a must lar, this lar,that lar, blah blah lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are the type who like to be in pain, as the term says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pain is pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the schools mid semester break, my dad, together with my uncle brought me and my brothers, together with his children and some other cousins who are young. All of them are below 10. Only me and my brothers are above 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep story short, after some tantrums from the little ones, all of us came back with blings on our ears, courtesy of the indian jewelary shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn &lt;em&gt;tou lan lar&lt;/em&gt; the lady that day. Didnt even spray any numbing spray. Just took the gun and pierce without alerting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was 15. Elder bro was 17. Younger bro was 13. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dad was happy coz his job was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little did he know he did one of the biggest mistakes in his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my understanding about piercing, when one starts to do it in the adolescent period, they tend to get &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;addicted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so thats where my hatred becomes liking. Along with my elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad also &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pening kepala&lt;/span&gt;. But basically that is all his fault lar. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years after that, my elder brother and I got ourselves a helix, the piercing above the ear cartilage. This piercing usually takes 6 to 8 months to heal but that usually varies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's healed within 3 months if I am right and mine took 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years because I pierced there 3 times. The first one poped off when I was cleaning it and it closed within a day. The second one was removed after my brother made an issue about it during my orientation day in my uni and only found out that I can still wear it. But it was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd time took almost 2 years, coz I didnt changed the stud after piercing it. After the place swelled like a pig, off and on for two years, I changed the stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it healed within a week wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time when I got my helix piercing for the third time, I got myself another piercing at the left ear, just above the lobe. So that makes it 4. On the right, a lobe and helix and on the left, 2 lobes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks after my 21st, I decided to go ahead with my tongue piercing, after I coudnt wait to inform my dad about it. Which took me 5 holidays and he is either always busy or sleepy when I wanna told him about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &lt;em&gt;lagi&lt;/em&gt; best. Told me to go ahead and not to regret not doing it when getting old. Damn best kan? But she told me to do it after my 21st lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see why I laff muh mohmeh more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#######&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; then the d-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch. I brought my younger brother to accompany me along a camera to document it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last minute that little bitch got freaked out. So no video of it as well as picture. What he took was only the piercing needle and the studs picture as well as myself after piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ptuik. Missed important moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the journey I was asking my self whether I shoud proceed or not. I was even thinking of bitching myself out of it. But then I went for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they I was. Reached the mall, went to the piercing parlour, told the piercer what I wanted and voila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all done within &lt;em&gt;seconds&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piercer looks very Japanese-ish cute girl but dont &lt;em&gt;play play&lt;/em&gt;. Damn professional I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she did was numb me with half cup of Listerene mouth washer. Half cup not the bottle cap cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me half cup from the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;paper cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and told me to gargle it for few minutes, which was, history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small bottle cap cup oso damn &lt;em&gt;geng&lt;/em&gt;, imagine from paper cup lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half cup &lt;em&gt;pulak&lt;/em&gt; tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mouth was super spicy, tongue went numb and I was tearing like fuck coz it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing, she asked me where I wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;I told her I want it where people can see it when I am talking. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I demand attention wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, she clipped my tongue with a piercing tool which looked like some thongs you use to pick food and without marking it, she pierced it after checking the nerves below the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn shocked I tell you. Didnt even ask whether I am ready or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is, I didnt feel any pain at all, except a minor bit of numbness after piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another best part, the piercing healed within a week after I pierced, which was fast fron the one month time duration. I only ate porridge for 2 days. After that all back to normal food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn happy weih. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my younger brother......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the piercer was piercing me, he got freaked out and didnt take the damn video I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he stood a distance away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SHj9kPtObyI/AAAAAAAAANM/soiGCTY9dUc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222202567069429538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SHj9kPtObyI/AAAAAAAAANM/soiGCTY9dUc/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;"&gt;Look where he stood. And ignore my bad paint skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, WTF. The one &lt;em&gt;yang kene tindik&lt;/em&gt; is me and he is feeling all errie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, when we are going back, he bought himself a McDonalds Sundae Cone and simply lapping it away in front of me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back home pulak, he and my elder bro simply ate all the brownies in front of me and was teasing that now I can play music by using my stud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its ok lar. Small kids stuff wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from now onwards, I will gain another *advantage*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-7830337249932654245?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7830337249932654245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=7830337249932654245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7830337249932654245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7830337249932654245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-things-expectation-goes-vice-versa.html' title='The Day Things Expectation Goes Vice Versa'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SHj9kPtObyI/AAAAAAAAANM/soiGCTY9dUc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-702707538692041320</id><published>2008-07-03T01:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Bad Luck Of The Day.</title><content type='html'>Lets get your imaginations run wild a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A moderate sized girl, which can be ratio-ed to a thin water hippo. And we know water hippos are big. Thin ones are not exempted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A &lt;em&gt;penyapu lidi&lt;/em&gt;, which the weight ALWAYS remain constant. That is me :D, where my weight is only around 58-60kgs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Both meet up in a game which requires some...wrestling. -___-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Result?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bad arm where I cant even goddammit bend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T________T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; JUMPED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on me &lt;em&gt;lar wei&lt;/em&gt;. Sad can?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T______________T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wonder how am I going to write notes and eat tomorow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OR worse! How lar am I going to........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-________-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*facepalms after imagining it*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was fun. Keep aside the jumping hippo momment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pictures later. Now I am writing this oso use right arm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;T_________T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully no fracture lar. I dowan any &lt;a href="http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/appointment-which-should-never-go-wrong.html#comments"&gt;first time &lt;/a&gt;again. Already had my share.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-702707538692041320?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/702707538692041320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=702707538692041320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/702707538692041320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/702707538692041320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-luck-of-day.html' title='The Bad Luck Of The Day.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3680103975058345510</id><published>2008-06-29T22:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>Here In My Home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short Talk: IT charges in my university is just so wrong. Asking the students to pay for the multimedia learning system, WiFi, internet usage and other online services in the university called Mutimedia University is just like asking BMW employers to buy BMWs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Damn salah. First increase subject fees. Then charge students for using the library. Now this. Whats next? Charge us for using the toilets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ptuik. Change the uni's name to MoneyMaking University. Lagi ngam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged again. Sayangness work. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sure you people heard about this Malaysian For Unity thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yalar&lt;/em&gt;, after all this political shit happening in our country, the artist wanna show our country is still a better place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like DUH. It is *still* a nice place to live. Trust me, staying 13 years in Terengganu and my friends are gawping at me when I told I dont mind relocating myself there in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course lar dont mind. Keep aside the PAS bullshit and the &lt;em&gt;huluness&lt;/em&gt; there, I still miss my moments there. Maybe because most of my childhood life was there &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shifted to Seremban during christmas 2002. And theres where my nightmare starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wan tell later. Get back to this &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; thing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like DUH, am really sure you heard that "Here In My Home" song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded it. I like it. But the video clip......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt fancy it much lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheres Siti Nurhaliza Wheres Anita Sarawak? Where are the mainstream artistes that will talk Malaysia is their only home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ptuik. Talk much only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly I was kindda dissapointed lar these artistes were not in the clip. Made their name so big but cant be part of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the others tried. And that shows how unity there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Waste my time only. Tag starts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in My Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instruction&lt;br /&gt;1. Make an entry with the title "Here in My Home"&lt;br /&gt;2. Include in the entry:-video clip of Here in My Home OR the mp3 (it doesn't hv to play automatically)Get the video clip code from You Tube. Click &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8Wl3firJQk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt; -the link to the website: &lt;a href="http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/"&gt;http://www.malaysianartistesforunity.info/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8Wl3firJQk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our leaders,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and get some life lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF. You guys lost because of this simple term: &lt;em&gt;bodoh sombong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying in a country called &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Want me to spell it to you issit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MALAYSIANS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Not indians, malays, chinese and some other shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; big race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind, and do your homework properly Pak Lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to our ex PM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up and go enjoy your break quietly can? I mean your job &lt;em&gt;da over kan&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go for some vacations lar dammit. Belgium got a lot of nice chocolates wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.You&lt;br /&gt;2. Yes, its you.&lt;br /&gt;3.Dont look at the back. its you lar dammit.&lt;br /&gt;4.Dont understand language issit? You lar bodo.&lt;br /&gt;5. PUNDE!!!!! YOU LAR!!!!!! *bangs head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my language please. I am bored pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-3680103975058345510?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3680103975058345510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=3680103975058345510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3680103975058345510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3680103975058345510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-in-my-home.html' title='Here In My Home?'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-4315888524467230094</id><published>2008-06-20T11:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Re-Apperance. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am coming back from my 10 day hiatus with a.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All from my lovely sayangness, who I seriously didnt realise she tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont kill me r babe? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know office life is partly boring you now. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-my family, friends that I trust, and myself of course. DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) What is the last thing that you bought with your own money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-food? cant be anymore specific r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Where do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-oh hahahaha. like I am going to get married. haha. But IF I am, it will be at temple. You know, standard Indian procedure. Tuik. But I will still want a garden or beachside wedding. Like my school senior Kelly.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;But if can register lagi ok. No hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-with the reference of number 3, that really depends. Maybe never at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Are you in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-oh yes. with myself. *self hugs* with the kitten I saw the other day. *pats kitty* and also with the Mini Cooper I am going to have a date with this sunday. *hugs Mini*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-some malay restaurant at Cyberia. If you wanna call it a restaurant lar. Ptuik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Name the latest book that you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Autocar June Issue? :p hahaha and Sophie Kinsella's Shopahollic Series. The first book lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-2 years writing and you still dont know? Ptuik.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;9) Do you prefer your mother or father? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-like sayangness said, its like choosing a favourite child. I treat all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-anybody lar. celebs ker, porn stars ker, politictions ker, Power Rangers ker, Ultraman ker, Godzilla ker, all the same. Different profession only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Christina or Britney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-omfg I (used) to worship both. Christina for her voice (like DUH?) and Britney for.....for.....um Britney for.......*thinks*&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;showing off her cat last time? (Hint: Think dirty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) Do you do your own laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-like DUH. Something to proud about. And I can also do everything a girl can do. Except getting pregnant and PMS-sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-anywhere the scenary is enough to captivate my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-like sayangness, depending on who lar. But I still want both. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Shea! *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)one of my lovable bitch. :P&lt;br /&gt;2)my sayangness. and when I say that, that doesnt mean I am attatched to her. We are best friends and I treassure that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;3)hot.:p owh, and boobylicious too. xP lol.&lt;br /&gt;4)seductive. xD&lt;br /&gt;5)straight forward. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16)8 things I am passionate about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*not in any particular order*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Cars.&lt;br /&gt;2)Stories and Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;3)Articles.&lt;br /&gt;4)Music.&lt;br /&gt;5)People I Meet.&lt;br /&gt;6)Gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;7)Duplexes and Condominiums. -___- What? Cannot r?&lt;br /&gt;8)Sex wtf. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17)8 things I say too often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*not in any particular order*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Fuck. Yaya I aint good boy.&lt;br /&gt;2)OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;3)Bitch!!!!/Son of a bitch!!!!&lt;br /&gt;4)Like DUH?&lt;br /&gt;5)ptuik.&lt;br /&gt;6)PUNDE.&lt;br /&gt;7)Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;8)HELLO!!!/HI!!!! (in a high pitch bitchy manner wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(short note: yes I have a potty mouth. bare me. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18)8 books I've read recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*not in any particular order*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Ways To Get Closer To God. At times I am innocent too k? -_____-&lt;br /&gt;2)Confessions of a Shopahollic by Sophie Kinsella.&lt;br /&gt;3)Can You Keep A Secret? Also by Sophie Kinsella.&lt;br /&gt;4)Readers Digest. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;5)Autocar. Lagi wtf.&lt;br /&gt;6)Lecture Notes? hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;7)BMW Mag? hohohohoh&lt;br /&gt;8)...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19)8 songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1)DJ Sammy - Sunlight&lt;br /&gt;2)Anggun - Still Reminds Me&lt;br /&gt;3)Anggun - A Rose In The Wind&lt;br /&gt;4)Tiesto - Adagio For Strings&lt;br /&gt;5)Andain - Beautiful Things&lt;br /&gt;6)Amy Winehouse - Back To Black&lt;br /&gt;7)DJ Sammy - Boys Of Summer&lt;br /&gt;8)Sarah McLachlan - Sweet Surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20)8 things I learned last year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Which was 2007.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Life can be real bitch, but hey, isnt it like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;2)Be careful with those around you. Close friends included.You may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Cry if it helps. Else don't. --&gt; Unchanged from sayangness. So true. And SO WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Spend more time with your family. Going back home often made me realised that every minute with them is so preacious you will never know when you will have that chance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Move on. See what is coming ahead and throw the past away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Prior to no 2, make more friends but with a hint of carefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Blog more. People do read actually. Its just that you dont care bothering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-8 people to tag:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1)Agnes&lt;br /&gt;2)Danny&lt;br /&gt;3)Irene&lt;br /&gt;4)Alea&lt;br /&gt;5)The Brother&lt;br /&gt;6)Andrew&lt;br /&gt;7)Kang Yong&lt;br /&gt;8)Anybody lar!!!! You also can&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do it. I wanna see it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message I sent to Andrew in the afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214752590319944434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SF6F2hmRgvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZCFWBPNhgbw/s400/P6222007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pats head*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pity you lar dude. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get well soon k?&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/26185005-4315888524467230094?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4315888524467230094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=4315888524467230094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4315888524467230094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4315888524467230094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/06/re-apperance-p.html' title='The Re-Apperance. :P'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SF6F2hmRgvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZCFWBPNhgbw/s72-c/P6222007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3246275303905820876</id><published>2008-06-10T11:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day My Younger Brother Had His Share Of Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yesterday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bwahahahahahahahahahaa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bleh Bleh Bleh Bleh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you do this? Can you do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahahahahahah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, brownies. You can eat r?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh sedap. :p"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Few Hours Before That........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ewwwwwww"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeeeee gelilar....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyer got blood la"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wah so long"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not pain ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-________-""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh &lt;strong&gt;FINE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him enjoy, let him enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wont be long before I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*curses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S - Ling Darling, I am not taking a blog break sweetheart, I cant blog coz I cant upload the bloody photos! *pulls hair* &gt;_______&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-3246275303905820876?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3246275303905820876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=3246275303905820876&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3246275303905820876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3246275303905820876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-my-younger-brother-had-his-share-of.html' title='The Day My Younger Brother Had His Share Of Mine'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-4919143933646450375</id><published>2008-06-03T00:05:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:19.633+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Birth(Day) I Rejoice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short Note: is it me, or all my uni mates are holidaying their blogs as well too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never in my whole life I felt this bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even with broadband. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn wasted weih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two more weeks and I will be back to campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only difference is I will be much more thinner as I will be living off campus and my ass will be ripped more, as I will be in my 3rd year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd year. In my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I am still thinking what I have ever learnt in this engineering course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I will end up opening an optic outlet, prior to my Optical Engineering degree, as many tink thats what I will be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse my writing. I am really bored. Brain got jammed course its too empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#######&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite some ho hums, my 21st birthday went OK. Just like I expected lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except....the bad news first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother, the creative multimedia student, the man who will be handling some gigantic photoshoots in his later life, the photographer of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...has deleted all the photos of the birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad and dissapointed wanna suicide wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not Paris Hilton who celebrates like, 8 birthdays in 8 different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine only comes once k? Even this cost my dad a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing, I have taken the photos of my cousins from BOTH sides of my family, something which is NEVER done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its all gone. T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ish, never mind lar. Accidents happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he still owes me an M5. The 1/18 scaled version I saw the other day. And I hope its still there when I go to MidValley next. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. Almost all my friends I invited came over. Surprisingly they said yes when I told them MONTHS before it. Without reluctance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuyo. Suddenly feel like celebrity. Wanted &lt;em&gt;habis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my dad's realations came over. &lt;strong&gt;Lagi&lt;/strong&gt; champion. Cause they hardly come over to my place but will always bug my dad to come to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad will go. WTF. And he will lecture me about two way understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the party went on, blah blah and comes the highlight of the event. The cake cutting lar duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I know the cake is not in the shape of a key. Reason? Very standard lar key shaped cake. And I told my mom I want it square or rectangle so all can have a nice share of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the bakery's surprise. Dad ordered a full chocolate cake, in and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lain order, lain dapat.&lt;/em&gt; When they took the cake, they didnt show it to me until the cake cutting time. Surprise lar kononnya. My aunties are already laughing when they saw the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went curious lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 kilogramme &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;CHOCOLATTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cake was dressed in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read again. A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHOCOLATTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just like the bakery knows the colour I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece went excited over it and asked whether she can place her W580i on it. Which is also in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Double WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realised later that some of my presents are wrapped in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Lagi WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kept seeing more things in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the next few days. Super WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I shall shoot the creator of this &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Eww. It only look good in some things. Like piglets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And strawberries, which I like. And also coz my cake was decorated with lots of it and has this strawberry glaze in between it. So I am not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that everything looks wrong in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And I shall highlight the tee I have is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;PEACH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep things short, all was happy. My friends are happy (there were more amazed with my house actually), my parents are happy, although they are wondering why only my indian friends came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats because.......the other races FFK-ed last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJM gang (May-Jason-Rommel) couldnt come, although I highly suspect that one of them was just lazy to come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew had something over. Vic pulak didnt come without any messages although he was really enthusiast about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of my cousins didnt make it too. Kononnya jauh lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses. Tuik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL and Seremban is like 45 minutes. Itupun jauh r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later after the party ended, my family and my moms sister and family cleaned the house fast so that I can open my presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gila&lt;/em&gt;. Look who lar more excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it short, I didnt get much but I am happy with what I have lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say, all that did not matter me much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am far happier that some of my friends make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that almost all of my family members made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of that, &lt;em&gt;manyak- manyak terima kasih.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wa manyak&lt;/em&gt; happy wo. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part is, that a classmate of mine which I know for three year is actually my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, directly related. Not &lt;em&gt;bau-bau bacang&lt;/em&gt; or some sort of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make me some more happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;######&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader darlings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promise the MDG Finale post to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eventhough its already karat. -_____-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? Its coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait up for it in a day or two. Promise it will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai. Gotta hit early. Goin to Subang tomorrow to SJMC to bring my uncle for phisiotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi if you see me there. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S - *sobs* The photos. *wails&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-4919143933646450375?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4919143933646450375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=4919143933646450375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4919143933646450375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4919143933646450375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/06/short-note-is-it-me-or-all-my-uni-mates.html' title='The Birth(Day) I Rejoice.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-2469002318863488029</id><published>2008-05-26T23:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Twenty One In Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204737740850239666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDrxZkBymLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hp6na-n44_Q/s400/00c4e791eac4e7effecd4bdc62fe421d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never I have been this happy in 21 years of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always think the things I have done in this period of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little memories came by, and to myself, little did I realise how they flew so fast.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204740670017935554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDr0EEBymMI/AAAAAAAAALY/yS_1MFJv_UY/s400/101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Times of being a bully victim in school, being an object of teasing and discrimination.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204746571303000354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDr5bkBymSI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4gKV4KqaPx4/s400/112890768_d16e6f859f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the moments of family gatherings, the interactions and the surprises of new families, the excitement of bragging to friends about the best things you ever owned....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the time of being selected to be the assistant head prefect, participating the exchange programme to Indonesia, winning the school debate and public speaking, keeping in touch with a journalist and lastly, stepping in the grounds to be a university student.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the memories which cant be erased by any means.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being 21 has thought me a lot of things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its not about being free or achieving freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its more on how you are going to handle responsibility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To many, the key of 21 is a symbol of freedom.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;To me, I see it as an access to enter the world of respondsibility in your own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204742267745769746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDr1hEBymRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/WWJI_x-g_SA/s400/440902974_7286bb4476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;There will be times where a parent will see whether their child is ready to take challenges and handle it themselves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see this as one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204740682902837506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="331" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDr0E0BymQI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pVWihXNaMsQ/s400/lovetriangles.gif" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This 21 years has shown me new frontiers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This 21 years has brought me to another level of matuarity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This 21 years has taught me failures in life, and the lessons behind it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204740674312902882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDr0EUBymOI/AAAAAAAAALo/1WYsO38Il7I/s400/the_phone_call_by_kishmili.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This 21 years has shown me the true friends, the betrayals I have seen and had and the break-ups which left nothing but perment marks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But importantly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;This 21 years has been always showered with love and TLCs from the ones I always dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204740674312902866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDr0EUBymNI/AAAAAAAAALg/mX_MWH4DaWM/s400/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And lastly....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;THANK YOU for giving me this beautiful 21 years of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204740678607870194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDr0EkBymPI/AAAAAAAAALw/Cip_QxdhuwI/s400/2355634.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only me. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - This entry also marks my 2 years of blogging. Time has indeed flown fast. I am looking forward for more. ;)&lt;/em&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/26185005-2469002318863488029?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2469002318863488029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=2469002318863488029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2469002318863488029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2469002318863488029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/twenty-one-in-me.html' title='The Twenty One In Me'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDrxZkBymLI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hp6na-n44_Q/s72-c/00c4e791eac4e7effecd4bdc62fe421d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-5940630275410216840</id><published>2008-05-22T06:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.825+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><title type='text'>The Big Two One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDSm6pmiWbI/AAAAAAAAALI/mP5DICeCvf8/s1600-h/untitledbth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202966996049877426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDSm6pmiWbI/AAAAAAAAALI/mP5DICeCvf8/s400/untitledbth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel old. -______-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the wishes ppl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall love you all more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-5940630275410216840?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5940630275410216840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=5940630275410216840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5940630275410216840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5940630275410216840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-two-one.html' title='The Big Two One'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SDSm6pmiWbI/AAAAAAAAALI/mP5DICeCvf8/s72-c/untitledbth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-8577795755743182499</id><published>2008-05-19T17:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:02:45.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Short Talk: Double Punde. Not only with bad network connection, now they are distrupting water in my hostel block. Damn sien. This morning was not so lucky for me and my roomate. We are showering (&lt;strong&gt;seperately&lt;/strong&gt; thank you. -_____-)when the water stopped. I was lucky for finishing but not for my roomie, who came out with shower foam still on his body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine if someone was shitting at that time. Ouch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-8577795755743182499?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8577795755743182499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=8577795755743182499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8577795755743182499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8577795755743182499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/short-talk-double-punde.html' title=''/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-4746089243559524305</id><published>2008-05-16T02:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day I Am Back For A Moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Short Talk: Punde. Internet in the campus is really getting bad to worse. At one short time I can access, at one momment I cant. Wat is tis. Sure this is called Multimedia University?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saw Edo too in the bus just now. Damn kerek lar you. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reader darlings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am free from finals!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREE!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....just for the first week. -______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still got 2 more papers to go next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, in a mean time I shall blog since the next paper is 6 days from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I should get ready. Yeah yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first week didnt really went that well. For my brain at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause my paper started on Monday, non stop till Thursday, which was yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except the paper on Tuesday, all the papers were in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-____-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously I almost died wei. After one paper, I had to study for another one. Summore sleep oso &lt;em&gt;tak cukup.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In exam weeks, my study durations starts as early as nine in the morning (if I manage to wakey in time) and ends at two in ther morning, which of course, minor breaks in between. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the exam day, I will do the same except for morning papers, I wake at four in the morning to re-run what I studied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past 4 days, thats what I did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never I had four papers continuosly like this. I seriously went nuts and wanted to cry anytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, I managed it &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. Drama only &lt;em&gt;lebih&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*proud*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to my people I studied with; Shiva being the greatest of all, as he brought us to Old Towns at 6 in the morning to study there and of course my new daily dose of white coffee in the morning with mocha in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of white coffee, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ever take this at night if you want a good night sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took it once and it turn out &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roomates just took it a few weeks ago at 2am. Turned out bad too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will tell you that later. For now a little update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the MDG finale pics already!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*jumps up and down*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All thanks to our beloved Andrew. If not because of my camera and &lt;a href="http://mayszin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mayz&lt;/a&gt; died in betwwen, we couldnt get the pictures through out the whole event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All hail the DLSR!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Readers will get to see my post really SOON, after I sort the pictures out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay with me and thanks for being patient with me k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me love you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as a little gratitude to our photographer.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna promo him &lt;em&gt;sikit&lt;/em&gt;. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200679835770444178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SCyGwZmiWZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gdjMZg4Kq8k/s400/guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://momentzofmylife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrew&lt;/a&gt;. Engineering student and also a new photographer in the making. Apperently &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; single and available. If you (chicks I mean) are hot enough to handle him, do contact me. I will be happy to arrange for you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And if you want him to be your photographer for your event, do the same too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - Orang da promo you Andrewwwwww. Make sure belanja. Thank you. :P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I forgot,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200686278221388194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SCyMnZmiWaI/AAAAAAAAALA/sP-_46GDlHk/s400/2758449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Teacher's Day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If not all the knowledge you have given to us for the past 10 years in school....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We wont be here now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-4746089243559524305?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4746089243559524305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=4746089243559524305&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4746089243559524305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4746089243559524305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-i-am-back-for-moment.html' title='The Day I Am Back For A Moment.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SCyGwZmiWZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/gdjMZg4Kq8k/s72-c/guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-5929799166056929586</id><published>2008-05-11T03:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day We Salute The Ladies</title><content type='html'>To all the &lt;s&gt;women&lt;/s&gt; mothers in this world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198833664407811490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SCX3rFVetaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yjkMcIkjBeo/s320/52127131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for everything you have given to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-5929799166056929586?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5929799166056929586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=5929799166056929586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5929799166056929586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5929799166056929586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-we-salute-ladies.html' title='The Day We Salute The Ladies'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SCX3rFVetaI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yjkMcIkjBeo/s72-c/52127131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-7514139213460596501</id><published>2008-05-09T03:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.849+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Announcement and The Boredorm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Due to some minor problems, finals preparation and also, for that someone *coughs* Andrew *coughs*, my (to some who reads) awaiting MDG Finale Post has to be delayed to next week during my small gap for my next two papers in the second week of the finals. Sorry for all the inconviniences caused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For the time being do enjoy the photo post, which some might have seen in the website itself but here will be a bit special (kononnya) with my own comments and also one awaiting surprise. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;Smelly Danny tagged me. After a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tag. Rindu lar weih. :D&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Currently - planning to finish this fuck fast so I can nap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;current time: 1738hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Playing - nothing. didnt on my player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Pending - lotsa stuffs. how specific you want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;What's new? – my ever flat body. I think I am losing weight again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Real name – Suthesh Kumar Sidhu Balbir Singh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Nickname - Dun really have any. Friends call me Su, Thesh, Susu, Suts, Bitch, and Slut. Bloggers call me by my blogging name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Married - Its stil too early isnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Male/Female - Please lar. Do I need to clarify that too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;High school - Sekolah Rantau Petronas and SMK Seremban 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;College - MMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Are you a health freak? - kinda. I get paranoid fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Do you have a crush on someone? – make it two please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Do you like yourself? - Holy Lord. A big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DUH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Surgery - My minor dental op. Read &lt;a href="http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/appointment-which-should-never-go-wrong.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Person you see in the morning - My roomates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Award – Coperal for my PBSM in Form 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sports you join in – Kickboxing, bowling and in rare cases, squash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Vacation - Genting Highlands in 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Concert - My little brothers kindergarden concert in 1994. That counts too aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Drink - No idea. I just took a sip from my dad an hated it....then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm about to – NAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Your future- My future what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Want kids - 4 please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Want to get married – at the moment its 50-50. I think cohabitaion sounds better in some ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Careers in mind – Engineer, a consultant, lawyer by chance, writer or a test driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Which is better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lips or Eyes - Eyes duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Hugs or Kisses - I can has both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Shorter or Taller - I seriously dont mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Romantic or Spontaneous - a little bit of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sensitive or Loud – I tolerate little on both. But sensitive is ok lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Troublemaker or Hesitant? - depends on situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Have you ever&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kissed a stranger – no but I did kissed a classmate when I was 7. It was more like a dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Drank bubbles - My gold fish does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Carbonated drinks- ever what with carbonated drinks? play it? sleep with it? drank it? shake it? Yeah I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ran away from home - I do that often with my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Liked someone younger – Cant recall. My ex crushes are all older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Broke someone's heart - Like duh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Been arrested - Nope. I am an angel you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cried when someone died – What you expect? Laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Do you believe in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yourself – Oh please. Like DUH??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Angels - -_____-. DUH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Is there someone you want to be with right now? – Owh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Before that, I am not forcing anyone, as like duh, none will do. But just for the fun, do it whenever you want. My exam bounded friends can do it later. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Dya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Mayz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Rommel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Kang Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Sharin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Karen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Lyana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/26185005-7514139213460596501?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7514139213460596501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=7514139213460596501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7514139213460596501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7514139213460596501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/announcement-and-boredorm.html' title='The Announcement and The Boredorm.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-8134570041671465203</id><published>2008-05-07T02:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.861+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl Photo Series:Precint 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9YAzDSdZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/syKAlxjxjAU/s1600-h/jay3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196969265736086930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9YAzDSdZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/syKAlxjxjAU/s320/jay3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Jay: I swear I got frighten with the looks. *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9YAzDSdaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jsF3OzcyxxM/s1600-h/nadia3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196969265736086946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9YAzDSdaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jsF3OzcyxxM/s320/nadia3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nadia: Brockback Mountain style! I like!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9YBDDSdbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sjO3_Xa7AAI/s1600-h/ringo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196969270031054258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9YBDDSdbI/AAAAAAAAAKg/sjO3_Xa7AAI/s320/ringo3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ringo: Looked too cute and is that a man's attire?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9YBDDSdcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xhobyQzNxp8/s1600-h/valerie3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196969270031054274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9YBDDSdcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xhobyQzNxp8/s320/valerie3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Valerie: Cowboy pose but ended up looking cute rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhDDSdUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Sde8LyQUXYo/s1600-h/adeline3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196968720275240258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhDDSdUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Sde8LyQUXYo/s320/adeline3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Adeline: Like Kenny said, the chair is BETTER looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhDDSdVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fVk_BmGxPWk/s1600-h/cindy3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196968720275240274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhDDSdVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fVk_BmGxPWk/s320/cindy3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cindy: Guy pose or period pain pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhTDSdWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JaeW_YsN1Sg/s1600-h/eyna3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196968724570207586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhTDSdWI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/JaeW_YsN1Sg/s320/eyna3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eyna: *speechless again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhjDSdXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5SYDEKRUkpo/s1600-h/fiqa3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196968728865174898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhjDSdXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5SYDEKRUkpo/s320/fiqa3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fiqa: Hold a whisky glass and its all set for a liqour ad. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhjDSdYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qgZ4udvB180/s1600-h/hanis3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196968728865174914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9XhjDSdYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qgZ4udvB180/s320/hanis3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hanis: Best looking minah rempit I have ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Best Shot: Eyna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eliminated: Valerie (*sobs*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-8134570041671465203?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8134570041671465203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=8134570041671465203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8134570041671465203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8134570041671465203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/malaysian-dreamgirl-photo-seriesprecint.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl Photo Series:Precint 2'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9YAzDSdZI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/syKAlxjxjAU/s72-c/jay3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-345157185214449959</id><published>2008-05-06T17:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl: The Photoshoot Series</title><content type='html'>A small update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Natasha was indeed the forgetable girl in the whole group. As soon as the catwalk was over, she was totally missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Valerie's walk left me totally speechless. I am not being bias but she left my jaw open wide everytime she walks on the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hanis had all the agencies waiting to hire her. She had left everyone in awe for her catwalk and it is one of the best I have ever seen. Slow and graceful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Adeline was not as Ah Lian as I thought. That only happened when she was excited, too happy or nervous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nadia was one of the evening's surprise to me. She was not like what I saw in the shows and was very smiley and importantly, being herself. Looks like she took her lesson well. Good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like Hanis, Jay did her job well. Her catwalk was good, and she was jovial too. Didnt know she was an ex MMU student.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Eyna was being modest when I praised her shots and couldnt be anymore happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dissapointingly Jean was not there. Sources say she is in overseas but my source said she is back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fiqa did her catwalk gracefully too. She was the first in line for most of the catwalks. And she was the cutest. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Allison was my BIGGEST surprise. She was the most friendliest among all the girls. In a minute I was already talking to her like I have known her for years. As a record she is not going back to London and is staying in KL until furthur notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Valerie's jeans incident was fully clarified by a friend of hers. Ask me personally if you wanna know more. I dont want to mix words. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#####&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The First Of Everything: Women Secrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196957493230728322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9NTjDSdII/AAAAAAAAAII/fv7hOttWeBs/s320/adeline2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Adeline: If I see this in any lingerie store I will shoot myself on the spot. Tengok mana lar ah moi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196959490390521122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9PHzDSdSI/AAAAAAAAAJY/36A32jgyfqQ/s320/natasha2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Natasha: Shot was more for bikini ad than ligerie. Beautiful but you knew what happened next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196959494685488434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9PIDDSdTI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K5Gbji3P-ww/s320/n692887258_374471_760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Valerie: Good shot but the photographers didnt select the best from the shots I have seen. And those cleavage, they are REAL. No photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958764541048018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9OdjDSdNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_NKXgqSMup0/s320/alison2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Allison: Look sleepy but still not the best shot selected from her shots. Her bikini photo in her Facebook looks better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958768836015330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9OdzDSdOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/lGN7AiOOKwU/s320/jay2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jay: Nice. One of the best shots. But why not showing the ligerie you are wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958768836015346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9OdzDSdPI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZvZVdwDWkZ4/s320/jean2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jean: Her only photoshoot was the best looking too. Hers was far sexier than others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958773130982658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9OeDDSdQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/qme4MQx4OZI/s320/ringo2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ringo: Looked more like a small girl wearing panties than a lingerie wearing model.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196957519000532162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9NVDDSdMI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yDevE4qCazs/s320/hanis2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hanis:Her first shot was boringgggggg. What are you selling? Whitening cream r?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196957514705564850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9NUzDSdLI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P2BHItgy4mw/s320/fiqa2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fiqa: Her pre shots are good. This is also the case photographer didnt choose the best photo of the lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196957514705564834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9NUzDSdKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rcI5hyIRzOY/s320/eyna2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eyna: The BEST of all. *wents speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196957501820662930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9NUDDSdJI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hTYXT6NSB8o/s320/cindy2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cindy: Crybaby during the photoshoot. But manage to produce OK shot only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196958773130982674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9OeDDSdRI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5GaRiXNHBb0/s320/Picture%252B9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nadia:Except the face everything ok. But please lar. Think people will buy anything after looking at your garang face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eliminated: Natasha and Allison&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyna was supposed to be out but was saved thanks to Jean, who bailed out from the show.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-345157185214449959?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/345157185214449959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=345157185214449959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/345157185214449959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/345157185214449959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/malaysian-dreamgirl-photoshoot-series.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl: The Photoshoot Series'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SB9NTjDSdII/AAAAAAAAAII/fv7hOttWeBs/s72-c/adeline2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3093239722886424407</id><published>2008-05-05T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day How Simple Can Be Complex</title><content type='html'>On how our Malaysian English can go veryyyyyyy wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few hours back, me and my younger bro was talking about his FCM stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me: So why lar you chose her as your group mate then if this is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me:*irratated* (cause his assignment mates are making use of him)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bro: No lar, I just chose her coz I thought maybe can work together lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bro: Summore I was with *name censored* last time, and this time I wanna do with different sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me:(in my mind) what da....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bro: Yalar. Everytime do with the same sex also boring. Dont want to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bro: So for a change I do it with different sex lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Bro: See how it works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Me:.............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Macoroni son of a b.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It went like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop thinking nonsense you &lt;em&gt;hamsaps&lt;/em&gt; out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S - Yes, yes. It is coming. The MDG Finale post. Just wait k? *headhunts Andrew*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-3093239722886424407?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3093239722886424407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=3093239722886424407&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3093239722886424407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3093239722886424407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-how-simple-can-be-complex.html' title='The Day How Simple Can Be Complex'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-1444126420391499377</id><published>2008-05-02T03:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.879+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>The Day I Say Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBoViDDSdHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Jr0k_3oVyOk/s1600-h/2356902865_46f9a8671a_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195488794804122738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBoViDDSdHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Jr0k_3oVyOk/s320/2356902865_46f9a8671a_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for all the readers who visited here and made this blog as the corresponding blog for Malaysian Dreamgirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sobs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really appreciate that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for a moment, the finale night post, which might be broken down to three post will be up only next week, cos I am waiting for some pictures from my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, by that time sure karat dy. So just watch out for my comments k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195488786214188130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBoVhjDSdGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QxohGBUdniQ/s320/n692887258_446259_4190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sutheshkumar @LeoRaj.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-1444126420391499377?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1444126420391499377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=1444126420391499377&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1444126420391499377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1444126420391499377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-i-say-thank-you.html' title='The Day I Say Thank You'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBoViDDSdHI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Jr0k_3oVyOk/s72-c/2356902865_46f9a8671a_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-755966241510206564</id><published>2008-04-29T01:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl: Here I Come</title><content type='html'>I just have to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I am being bitchy a bit. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194355378704512066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBYOsjDSdEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hMoDTc7phAo/s320/DSC02726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194355391589413970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBYOtTDSdFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w_Su_i72i1U/s320/DSC02727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got the invites bitches!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahahahaah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See you guy tomo........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait. Later. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-755966241510206564?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/755966241510206564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=755966241510206564&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/755966241510206564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/755966241510206564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/malaysian-dreamgirl-here-i-come.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl: Here I Come'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBYOsjDSdEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hMoDTc7phAo/s72-c/DSC02726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3161955572542801177</id><published>2008-04-28T02:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl: The Final 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBTKCzDSdBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gVeUtkDVQig/s1600-h/adeline8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193998419677574162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBTKCzDSdBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gVeUtkDVQig/s320/adeline8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Adeline - WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBTKDDDSdCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LrYcK0l9v_c/s1600-h/cindy8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193998423972541474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBTKDDDSdCI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LrYcK0l9v_c/s320/cindy8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cindy - Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBTKDDDSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u4qFrGXQ0kQ/s1600-h/hanis8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193998423972541490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBTKDDDSdDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u4qFrGXQ0kQ/s320/hanis8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hanis - *speechless*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like these 3 final pictures of the Top 3. Very beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Time to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As its only 3 of them, and the finale is on tomorrow, you can see each of these girls true colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except Cindy. You should know why. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeline first. For the first time she expressed what she felt about her own best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats like WOW. Finaly she is voicing out something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances for her to win? 50-50. But even if she wins she has to work HARD to go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis now.  I know a LOT are rooting for her to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Vale too! And of course, me also lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She definately can go far, like I said last time. But when her true colors are out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG she really CURSE wei. During the Kenny's challenge, when she got disqualified and when the camera crew brought her out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*toot* *toot* *toot* *toooooooot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can even see she has a tinge of jealously when it is dropped down to three, during the acting challenge. From the way she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find that OK. I mean, who doesnt lar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest irritant is of course....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG the way when her dad call, these two people BITCH like no ones business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dad talks like he owns the show, and the bitch talks like a wailing little girl which wants a candy no matter what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got pissed when her dad locked her blog (which is unlocked now), and whines how the readers wants to read and how she is going to get paid through her advertisers and how people bad mouth her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she even bitched about her paper interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo woman, get a LIFE lar. Things wont come easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime seeing her bitch I always feel like want to take my toilet slipper and smack it on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think I can do that tomoro at One Utama. *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that is my judgement about her from the show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall see her tomorrow whether it is real or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-3161955572542801177?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3161955572542801177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=3161955572542801177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3161955572542801177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3161955572542801177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/malaysian-dreamgirl-final-3.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl: The Final 3'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBTKCzDSdBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/gVeUtkDVQig/s72-c/adeline8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-6447403048785582658</id><published>2008-04-26T02:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>The Day The Second Part Is The New Beginning</title><content type='html'>A little update about Malaysian Dreamgirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay, Nadia and the biggest surprise, Ringo is OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard me right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the producers of MDG has done something to prevent that thing from happening. Read my previous post &lt;a href="http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/malaysian-dreamgirl-take-1.html#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its all on you. Vote wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*coughs* Hanis*coughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finale is next week. Are you guys coming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193782820909249538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBQF9TDSdAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QGlEj7WcS_w/s320/Picture%252B3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-6447403048785582658?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6447403048785582658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=6447403048785582658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6447403048785582658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6447403048785582658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-second-part-is-new-beginnig.html' title='The Day The Second Part Is The New Beginning'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SBQF9TDSdAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/QGlEj7WcS_w/s72-c/Picture%252B3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-5453446126087408619</id><published>2008-04-23T03:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>Malaysian Dreamgirl: Take 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My midterms are over. Finally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now I am free to bitch and blog!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Still cannot. Finals are in 3 and half weeks dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-____-"".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6 subjects........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;T______T.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dieeeeeee. But what can I expect, being an engineering student this is what I have to endure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God I cant wait to graduate real soooonnnnnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;June 2011. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That if I get thru my papers properly, now that we have a new sucky president who is changing some rules very very quietly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Pray hard for me darlings. x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess that since I am feeling a bit relaxed and a bit free since my schedule are jam packed, I can now tell a bit bout Malaysian Dreamgirl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Keep story short, Malaysian Dreamgirl is basically our own version of America's Next Top Model. Everything you are watching here are almost an exact carbon copy except a few things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I say carbon copy, I meant everything. Including the photoshoots. Although with our Malaysian rules, it is still too 'hot' (kononnya) to be handled for our national televisions and all the episodes are only viewable at Youtube and the show's own website &lt;a href="http://www.malaysiandreamgirl.tv/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since most of you are watching it, I will not bitch on how the episodes went. I will bitch on what I think about every episodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Part 1: The Auditions and The Top 12.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am a bit mixed about the auditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All these three judges did is just ask the girls whether they have what it takes to be a model. Basically thats what most of them is asked. If the girls answers didnt impress the judges, they will face rejection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But if they are girls which dress up well, of course they are asked more questions based on what else they can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think that sound really unfair. But what can we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Of all the three judges, I am only impressed at Lim Jimmy. when he auditioning the girls, he really made sure hthat all the statements he is giving, eventhough a bit harsh, didnt hurt the girls feeling and at the same time giving them a chance to show what they have, like this incident where this girl was chewing gum and he told the girl to throw the gum out and come in back where else Kenny kononnya wanna be harsh told her not to come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very professional. I mean Lim Jimmy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I AM really surprised at Elaine Daly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;During the auditions, her expression is tired. Like she dont want to be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When she asked the questions, her face shows the fed up expression. Like hello?? Why you wanna be there at the first place if that kind of face you are showing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Role model from an ex model? Please lar. I wanna laugh till my balls comes off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kenny Sia. What can I say about him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG DAMN PERVERT AND FAKE CAN?? GILER HAMSAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just because the girl is pretty you think she had all it takes lar? Hello, good packages always has its catch lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am sorry, everytime when I see you oggle at girl wearing something which shows some skin and short and which comes with a pretty face, I just wanna grab a knive and cut my balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wheres the professionalism?? I USED to respect you highly because of that but after watching that, oh god I just wanna die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;About you being harsh like Simon Cowell (or I thought so), I am sorry that look so fake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I was one of the judges there you sure kena big time from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I still think you are biased to Ringo. Please, you call that model material?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you are reading this Ringo, sorry for the harsh statement but thats the fact. And I think some might agree too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets talk the Top 12 shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192137178419983202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4tQTDSc2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/f9V70kx5ecY/s320/jean1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Soon to be pharmecist to model to soon to be pharmecist. Aiyo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I first saw Jean, she came across looking like this friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look &lt;a href="http://www.mqdoido.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; lar. Malas wanna upload her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 year old Fong Siew Jean hailed from KL and is currently studying pharmacy at IMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl with her own charms, this girl grabbed my attention when she came in for the auditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The makeover has changed this girl from a sporty outgoing chick to a sexy little babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her photos for the Women's Secret blew me away. It was indeed good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, due to some problems at home and the time to juggle it with her studies and also another one which I am assuming (nope, I am not telling it here.), she decided to quit before the first elimination round. Her actions saved Eyna from being eliminated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What surprised me in that particular episode, besides watching a brief emotional momments the girls had, she (as shown) brought her lecture notes along during her stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GILE WEI. That made me respect her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I wouldnt do that. I mean, who does? When you join all these reality show thingy, all you care is to enjoy, what to do next and what to do to impress the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine an engineering student who joins Survivor brings his lecture notes to study in his free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you see how things can go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192137204189787010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4tRzDSc4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/2tN64mY10BM/s320/natasha1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pose out but still good. But the hair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have nothing much to say about this girl, but 18 year old Natasha Rosa Boudville has her speciality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her two photoshoots, she potrays her different self. In the makeover photoshoot, you will see the playful side of her and in the Women's Secret you will see her sexy but not captivating looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the looks, the body and is also the modeling materia but I doubt she will go far like runaway model and all that sort. Maybe she will do well in normal magazine photo shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why she was eliminated among the first three. But that, I think,will not stop her from broadening her self in the modeling world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she seem to be forgotable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz you see, even I dont have much to say about her, albeit other bloggers who dont write anything about her much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Alison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192135383123653378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4rnzDScwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ogE0SArgUDw/s320/alison1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cant help wondering those complexion on the thighs. Haircut disastrous by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A real good spokesperson. Thats my first impression when I first saw the episode about this architect during the audition round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 year old Allison Joan Victor has all it takes to be a model. The looks,the height and the added bonus of being able to show a very good interpersonal skills. Mind you she is very polite, honest and happy. She smiles all the time. :) Perfect sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her photos before the makeover is superb; it show the real her. But things go different AFTER the makeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her shots loooks boring. I can only assume that she is trying too hard. makeover shot is good, but there's somthing missing there. Lets dont talk about her Women's Secrets. Eventhough all the shots of her is not impressive, they even chose the wrong best photo, which of course, gained her less attention among the fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the first to go. Its sad to see that she is not able to see how far can she go but since this competition is SMS based, it cant be blamed that she hasnt garned her fans here as she just came back from London after 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have stayed in London lar sayang. Love this country so much issit? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Valerie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192138277931611026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4uQTDSc5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1kuvNCpmmds/s320/gallery_valerie01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Didnt realise the eyes looked big until after the haircut. *slaps forehead*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now this is a bit hard for me. Coz I personally know this girl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabah born and bred Valerie Vanessa Ebal Anus happens to be a friend of a friend.&lt;/p&gt;When I first met her, we immediately clicked. Not in a relationship way duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared alot of things in common too. Since she has a Diploma in Culinary Art, that reacted quickly. We began talking (about food) like nobody business. In short we enjoy the company we had, so fast that we planned to have our own makan-makan roadtrip with Yvonne, apparently a friend of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course there is a problem. The *ka-ching* to start it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time I saw her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found out the she joined this competition, I went excited I told my friends who watch it to vote for her. and I never knew she became the public's favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the public's favorite. I think they liked her so much they forgoten to vote for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the fourth to be eliminated. So fast that I didnt even write a post about her joining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I was devastated lar. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her photos rocked. You are seeing what you can know about her by the photo shoots. Quirky, friendly, sexy and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except even I had to agree (painfully) that her Precint 2 photoshoot wasnt the best. She looked like cute little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed that she took it quite hard about her elimination but shes fine now. Her Facebook shows the happy side of her and when I met her in Petronas that day, she was like her own self; happy and quirky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh a little update. She came back safely on that day itself. Cause my younger brother saw her in campus eating at the next day.-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is I am proud of her. Except I hoped that she could have stayed longer in the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. Fiqa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192136280771818290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4scDDSczI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cmVYuSp4XaM/s320/fiqa1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I bet she fills up bitching as her hobby in her friends autograph book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;One word: cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute that I wanna bring her home and make her my pet sister and hug her when I get the chance to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 year old Nur Afiqah Liyanna Chong is another girl with multiple looks and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her makeover changed her from normal looking typical malay mix to one hot mixed race chick from some other country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bout her photos, tak payah cakap lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of view: superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why she got eliminated, dont ask. By now you should know the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last photoshoot, which is inspired by Wella is the best of the lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, all the eliminated ones have the best photos among them, exception to Jay and Hanis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surely going to miss those times when Fiqa and Hanis being together in the house and making it cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget her bitching about Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God she really finds her sick. There must be something she must bitch about Cindy when the camera points to her.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Hanis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192136285066785602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4scTDSc0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/bMeGXu5yMgE/s320/hanis1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Memang manis kan. Apparently pouts mouth in ALL her photoshoots coz pakai braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*switch on Hanis mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanis Zalikha, ataupun lebih dikenali antara rakan-rakan dalam Rumah Mimpi (Dream House) sebagai Datin kerana gaya rambutnya yang mak ai kalah datin-datin kat luar ini ialah yang ter-cute sekali semasa dia bercakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cukupppp manja. Setiap kali apabila kamera kat dalam rumah itu diajukan kepada dia, time itu lar dia berlagak cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satu adegan masa Valerie telah di-vote keluar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hanis terkejut Val dah keluar. Val itu macam kakak ntuk Hanis. Time Val dah keluar, Hanis nangis esak-esak. Pastu Fiqa tolong pujuk Hanis."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*blur moment kejap*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hanis sedihlar!" *sambil tersenyum cute*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto-foto Hanis memang boleh dibanding dengan mereka yang bagus. Memang cekap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kecuali gambar Wella Inspiration Shot. Gambar dia, mak ai macam mak nyah (transvestite) Kalah nyah you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sampai hari ni penonton kita tau Hanis sebagai seorang yang cute habis and cakap Melayu 24/7. Sampai lar satu hari dia call bapak dia dan bapak dia cakap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hanis, speak in english. All the girls are speaking, why not you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof! Ambik ko kena sejibik dari bapak you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan mulai hari itu, Hanis mula ber tutur dalam English. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I tell you....WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect english. But still, she acts cute. Cant do anything dy. Default settings apperantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone so cute, its hard to believe she has a boyfriend, who is a bit reluctant about her joing MDG cos she has to wear sexily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, hello?? Mr boyfriend, its 2008 idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dump him, dump him and come to me and be my pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*switches off Hanis mode*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7.Adeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192135374533718770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4rnTDScvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MFhWMgZNAVQ/s320/adeline1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ah Moi looks veli naise here. Only HERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Adeline Lee Ying Ying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I write about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*thinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veli bler bler lar this gerl! Also laik to ek (act) cute cute wan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks only vely cute, but aiyoh veli veli Ah Lian wan r dat language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank to Cindy, her England ess (is) emperooving dey bai dey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her photoshoot oso looks cute only. Got model look bat dowan to bering eet ferther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah Ah Moi, trying to bee laik Amber ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot, she laik Amber. Her role model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her progress ess geting better and better everly week, so I wont be seplaise (surprise) eef she make eet far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goh Ah Moi! Goh Ah Moi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rolls on the floor hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Cindy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192135421778359058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4rqDDScxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/2HpqwfSlZ-g/s320/cindy1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Might look sweet but beware! Once bukak mulut you will wonder whether you still in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tey Cindy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl where all the girls out there hate and the boys like and the girls hate their boyfriends when their boyfriends like to oogle at her and vote for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have to talk about her much. All of you know it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make my life easier. Go &lt;a href="http://malaysiandreamgirl.tv/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and click where the bloggers submitted their entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will know why they hate her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture wise, so-so, I only like the photoshoot of White Summer. The others shot only wanna make me muntah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? She is a blogger too, and just days ago she (or her family members I presumed) locked her blog for certain readers after she got bashing like how Kenny said, only reserve for people like Samy Vellu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it once. Dowan to say more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know is she is one spoilt,rich bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who owns a Inokom Atoz. In pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK!!!! HOLY LORD!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the cars out there, you chose a (dumb fucked) Atoz and in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rich you could get yourself a decent car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you chose an Atoz. &lt;em&gt;In pink&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pundek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Nadia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192137199894819698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4tRjDSc3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/PbbIW5yk5TI/s320/nadia1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Garang pose. Muka wanna bite people.Bet the photographer scared his shit out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nurul Nadiah S. Johary is another girl you want to hate and love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hate, coz she is really a bitch. A bigger bitch than Cindy. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; big that Val is not really fond of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love, coz she can really take good pictures, albeit looking garang in almost all of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets go on the love part first. She is the typical girl where shopping is their priority number one and goes "ARGH!!!! I must sooooo have this girlfriend." attitude when the latest fashions of everything comes out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her photoshoots are good......from the botoom till the neck. The face, out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She knows to pose well but when comes to give the face gesture....alamak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The problem is, she wants to look fierce and sexy. Memang tak jadi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How can you give a fierce look when your face is memang already fierce?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I have to give credit on her matching the clothes skills. She knows how to blend which goes the best and also the color choice of the clothes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now the hate part.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God she is such a bitch. Everything. From the head to the bottom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 1, she had problems with Cindy cause Bitch Number 1 accidently eaten it. So Bitch Number 2 mengamuk and starts using words. Pukimak to be specific. Despite Cindy apology and her willingness to pay back, Bitch Number 2 no care wan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pukimak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pukimak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats the only answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And in one of the episodes when they are all cooking , she bought sumthing and tell the camera that she wants to share it with everyone except *stopped and smiles cynicly*. And Cindy was there too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Giler childish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 2, with Valerie. Bitch Number 2 accidently wore Valerie's jeans. Valerie tak suka. Bitch Number 2 washed it and gave it back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in between dunno what happen. Coz during Val's elimintion, Nadia buat muka "Oh you are gone. Bye Bye" and reluctantly to hug Val despite Val came to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Val pulak.....never mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 3, with Hanis. So unsangkarable. But dunno what happened. Coz I havent watch that episode yet. &gt;_____&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She can go far, yes. But with that attitude, hmmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That explains why she came bottom 3 twice in the row lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One word for Nadia: change. Listen to others and take their point of veiw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And stop being a drama mama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God you are just like this friend of mine. Stubborn and hard to change.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sweet girl but attitude....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aiyoh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Eyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192136276476850978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4sbzDScyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/d4RCKjWVblw/s320/eyna1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Told you she's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24 year old Wan Zalona Haslazina is the biggest surprise in this competition.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you first see her, you will be wondering what the heck is she doing here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not so good English (which I later found out, only her spoken English. written one is superb explains why she is working in a law firm), ver kampung-ish looks, presumebly a wannabe ( you know what I mean) and very traditional (her hobby is collecting stamps. Like so 1990s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything changed after the make over. Drastically.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Victoria Beckham bob suits her well. From kampung girl to world class supermodel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All her shots was....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WOAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cant say much. Superbly good. Her pictures indeed say a thousand words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sad to say, despite being a favorite, she was voted out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone has made the wrong choice by voting her out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope she can go big. &lt;em&gt;Internationally&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has everything a &lt;em&gt;supermodel&lt;/em&gt; has. What else can she have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The voters must have been blind not to vote for her. Or maybe gay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192137131175342930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4tNjDSc1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9FFI9JyUPXc/s320/jay1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Muka ada, body ada, sumua ada. Apa yang tada? Tada apa apa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aberami Jaishana Loganathan (giler traditional sial) is already a model at the time she joined this, according to Kenny Sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is another girl that nearly ended up like Eyna, as she came bottom 3 thrice and was voted out and pulled back at the current episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For such good photos, the voter must been damn gay not to vote for her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has the experiance and of course, one cant be 100% perfect but hey, she rocks almost everytime in her photoshoot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else can go wrong lar?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I know the answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;You all. The voters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dammit vote for her. Serously, all of you are blind r? Cant see a all rounder hot chick in front of you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*types message to vote*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. Ringo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192144767627195298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA40KDDSc6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/BPBlNhGtY4Y/s320/gallery_ringo01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Only nice shot. Other look like little girl lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but the least, Ringo Tan Hui Ling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aka &lt;a href="http://cheeserland.com/"&gt;Cheesie&lt;/a&gt; from the land of the best you can get Char Siew Pow, Seremban&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, I dunno what the heck is she doing here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ZERO model material, looks only ok-ok and wayyyyyy bad pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yet she is in the Top 6. thanks to all of you voters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Personally, all of you know if she wins, this because is not of her pictures. Its her humogous fan base which keeps her in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this, if she wins, will make the whole show irrelevent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shes even annoying in front of the camera. I mean, when Allison was out. your sad face wanting her back was soooooo fake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And still you can tell the viewers to vote for you. Damn penipu sial.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the way you act cute......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*vomits*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KK, nuff said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People at MDG, better do something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;#####&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There you go, my take on the Malaysian Dreamgirl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Season 1. Got a strong feeling the Season 2 is in the works. You know Malaysians lar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The finale is at 29th of April at The One Utama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wanna go!!!!!!!! I no care!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - BTW, how to win the tickets r? Anyone know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.2 - Remaining in the competition: Cindy, Adeline, Jay, Nadia, Hanis and Ringo. Vote wisely people. *Coughs* Jay *coughs* Hanis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.3 - Longest post ever. Must credit mar. *grins*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-5453446126087408619?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5453446126087408619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=5453446126087408619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5453446126087408619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5453446126087408619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/malaysian-dreamgirl-take-1.html' title='Malaysian Dreamgirl: Take 1'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SA4tQTDSc2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/f9V70kx5ecY/s72-c/jean1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-9163015719469409159</id><published>2008-04-20T12:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Appointment Which Should Never Go Wrong</title><content type='html'>So.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my dental minor op yesterday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being a cowardly little bitch, I surprisingly went there calmly, knowing that i dont really like to be inflicted in pain orally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orally, I mean, like operations and some other stuffs. Not in a sexual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;You hamsap lou's. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fast. I went there, gave my medic card, waited for 15 minutes and puff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In I go. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the dentist chair, the nurse, (&lt;em&gt;who seem to have a liking on me. shaddup, not shiok sendiri k? she gave me extra meds last week coz she dowan &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;to see me in pain&lt;/span&gt;. aww&lt;/em&gt;.) sprayed some bius like to give me the first layer of numbness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of it touched my tongue, so guess lar what goes next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later, the doctor came and &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;INJECTED&lt;/span&gt; me with the second layer of this numbness meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Injected in the mouth. I used to tell myself NEVER, EVER I will get injected in mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Or so I wished lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he left me for 15 minutes to let me go numb and his wife (who is a dentist too) had a little chat with me. Sweet lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like her accent too. &amp;gt;_____&amp;lt; size="2"&amp;gt;Yeah yeah. I know I am such a drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He applied a gauze at the wound with some antiseptic gel, and told me to change the gauze every 30 minutes, no gargling and only eat porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also added that the bleeding WILL stop after 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the story short, I went back home, changed the gauze and lie down in my room cause the numbness effect begins to go off slowly. And it is still bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there around 10.30am. When I reached home, its 1 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;NIGHTMARE &lt;/span&gt;starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;230pm. I realised I dozed off, only to find I woke up with &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;BLOOD&lt;/span&gt; ALL OVER MY SHIRT AND a bit on the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. A lot also lar on my pillow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said its normal if you drool. But none say about drooling &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called my little brother, who helped cleaned the pillow and was in his drama as well and I cleaned off my shirt real fast with a stain remover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the result, clean shirt and pillow. Like new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps self*. So my dad came back and brought me back to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when I reached there, the nurses and the doctor checked and surprised why the heck I bleed that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-. Like duh, how am I supposed to know? You are the one who cut me what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I was &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INJECTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and this time, I was &lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STITCHED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sial wei. I never even got stitched oso, and I got my first one in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;No oral sex for a month!&lt;/s&gt; Now cant eat nice2 food for time being! Must be very carfeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only later the doctor told me that he accidently cut a bit too deep, which he initially though should be ok for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot. But he said sorry so ok lar. &lt;em&gt;Sudah diampunkan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn &lt;em&gt;sakit wei&lt;/em&gt;. I cant even eat my porridge properly yesterday. &lt;em&gt;Mulut sudah&lt;/em&gt; lop-side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, the daddy in the house got a 4gb iPod nano from his company courtesy of some things I dont even wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cant wait for the next drama he is goin to face, for he is such a noob in all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs highly*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-9163015719469409159?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/9163015719469409159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=9163015719469409159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/9163015719469409159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/9163015719469409159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/appointment-which-should-never-go-wrong.html' title='The Appointment Which Should Never Go Wrong'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3936971738188364099</id><published>2008-04-15T02:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>The Day I Want It To Be OK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SAOpmAXqGqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2pz0y7j_1-Y/s1600-h/n692887258_374471_760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189177666060294818" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SAOpmAXqGqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2pz0y7j_1-Y/s320/n692887258_374471_760.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;After a month plus, I finally met Valerie at the Petronas Station in Cyberjaya hours ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;As quirky as she is, we just hugged and only had little time to talk, as I was rushing to go out with my friends for dinner and she was also rushing to go to KL that night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;And we managed to exchange our numbers since we didnt get the chance last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Out of the blue, I had this funny feeling that our meeting on that night will be the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;Funny images which I dont want to think about goes around my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;I dont know why I am writing about this but my inner self told me to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3366ff;"&gt;I just hope she will reach KL safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-3936971738188364099?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3936971738188364099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=3936971738188364099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3936971738188364099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3936971738188364099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-i-want-it-to-be-ok.html' title='The Day I Want It To Be OK.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SAOpmAXqGqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/2pz0y7j_1-Y/s72-c/n692887258_374471_760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-7407500468123261871</id><published>2008-04-14T01:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>The Day I Am In Midst Of A Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SAJEBQXqGpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bXaUXrr7JJ8/s1600-h/329288712_ec94df515f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188784509048986258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SAJEBQXqGpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bXaUXrr7JJ8/s320/329288712_ec94df515f_m.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Everytime when my inner self say go, I said no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Everytime I read it, my heart break to pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Sometimes I dont give myself a choice and chance, I just want do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;To know what is going on. To know what is going to happen next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Sometimes I ask myself why I should go through this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Sometimes I wonder WHETHER I deserve this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Sometimes I wonder WHY I should deserve all of this, after what is being done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Outside I am glass sclupture, inside I am just some old shattered mirror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;But then I told myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;REPAIR not REPLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;For some things, there are just meant to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;To be desired, to be mesmerized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;For everyone to see and to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;How it came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;And lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;######&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh kkkkkkkkkk........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, so&lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;SORRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I kene cancel last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz you see, I have a life to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;MOI'S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom tooth is killing my ass off, and apperently my dental appointment was scheduled on saturday morning. So I have no other choice lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can go next year. But my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am a bit paranoid lar, but my grandfather died of teeth problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I just wanna be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of it, I have to go back next week for a tiny op to remove the gum which is blocking the wisdom teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if next week I meet any of you up and I dont talk, dont think I sombong lar k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I think the dentist will need more than a jab to cool down a drama king like me if he doesnt wants a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian Dreamgirl is getting crappier. I mean, all the best ones are out, and what is the point of the show now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest mistake in it the voting system based on public's SMS to determines the poor girls fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WRONG can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is not comparable to ANTM but didnt you guys learn &lt;em&gt;some things&lt;/em&gt; from there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a long post about MDG waiting and sadly, as it began to be pointless, I just dont know how to put the right words about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it will still be out, in case if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets hope for the best in the second season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - Fiqa is out. So I can has her as pets nao?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-7407500468123261871?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7407500468123261871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=7407500468123261871&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7407500468123261871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7407500468123261871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-i-am-in-midst-of-storm.html' title='The Day I Am In Midst Of A Storm'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/SAJEBQXqGpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/bXaUXrr7JJ8/s72-c/329288712_ec94df515f_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-5156486450318578745</id><published>2008-04-12T01:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.959+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day I Got Stuck In the Emotion Turbulence.</title><content type='html'>Early in the morning today, I was happy. Very happy in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the classic expressions of my friends in the library when i came back from my Engineering Mathematics 2 second midterm was just funny and unforgetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause hours before the paper started (and also days before the paper started) I was studying (like DUH?) and when I met them, I will start bitching about how I was AFRAID of taking the next paper as the topics which is coming out (matrices and statistics. sounds easy but wait till you see how tricky they are.) since my first midter was super fucked up I swear I wanna cut my balls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they I go. Bitching and bitching and bitching. I almost considered taking an MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the exam day, don't ask. I was going through the same roller coaster. Attending and skipping some classes, taking petty breaks and of course, being a typical me, to bitch around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please. I think I have the right to own the only male bitch title. When comes to speaking of course.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Miss Ranusha did help a bit. She toned my emotions down, and tell everything will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy for you to say. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7pm. An hour before the exam. I was so sleepy I was considering a kitty nap. WRONG MOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But obviously I didnt. ^______^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm. The exam starts. And so I started..........answering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, came out from the exam hall, with my jaws locked and went to library. Thats where my friends gave me the stare. Don't ask how the paper went. Shoudnt you be knowing when a person is smiling up to his ears and what what expressions is that suppose to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^______^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today morning, as I was checking my blog counter at Nuffnang, sad to say, I still earn NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skylerrrrrrrrr wheressssss my monayyyyyyyyyyyy??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my counter, and as expected most of my readers are from here. 85% to count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheres the other 15% from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United Kingdom. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, the blogger who I linked and always I wanted to meet, READ mybloddyohsoboring blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that was exciting!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still reading, yes I wanna meet you up! And thanks to you SY. I know you passed this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND that feeling was all loading up until few hours ago when I checked a blog which I thought is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my emotion drained down, and never I felt this SAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAD. Yes and all because of you, I felt everything I did was......just wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt terriblly used that even if my dignity is lost, I am still fine. But THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall bitch that later. Got dental check up and gotta wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;DAMN YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-5156486450318578745?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5156486450318578745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=5156486450318578745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5156486450318578745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5156486450318578745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-i-got-stuck-in-emotion-turbulence.html' title='The Day I Got Stuck In the Emotion Turbulence.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-8251362326437241463</id><published>2008-04-06T16:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>GACC: The First Part Of The First Day</title><content type='html'>Funny things are happening around me for the past a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Jusco yesterday, this Malay dude (who looks semi rempit to me, but not bad looking for my mom *rolls eyes*) stopped us for directions to Seremban 2 City Park (which I presume, his date is waiting there by judging his dressing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me, being zero when comes to sense of direction, gave him the way to the destination he wanted to, since lately I have been driving a lot in Seremban and decided to take a punt of giving the direction as I was confident enough remembering the roads around Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took me a moment that what I just did was instead of giving him the right directions, and according to my mother, who was giving me a blur kitten look as I was giving the directions that the guy is going to curse the hell out of me in his car. And why was that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I have just given him the directions to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother, after three (torturing) semesters (for us), has announced happily that he is controling his stress due of his assignments and peer preassure (of being a drama queen) pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long that is going to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;not three more years please....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;#####&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iRIrHrLDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aWD4zwp9dr8/s1600-h/P3111172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186054549117021234" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iRIrHrLDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aWD4zwp9dr8/s320/P3111172.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iRI7HrLEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SHC8Ws4ZxWc/s1600-h/P3111174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186054553411988546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iRI7HrLEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SHC8Ws4ZxWc/s320/P3111174.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iRJLHrLFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-qpqKijY4xM/s1600-h/P3111176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186054557706955858" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iRJLHrLFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-qpqKijY4xM/s320/P3111176.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iRJbHrLGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VEGiORfOklc/s1600-h/P3111177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186054562001923170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iRJbHrLGI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VEGiORfOklc/s320/P3111177.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQRbHrK-I/AAAAAAAAADo/QiP9PqUQuwU/s1600-h/P3111164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186053599929248738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQRbHrK-I/AAAAAAAAADo/QiP9PqUQuwU/s320/P3111164.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQRrHrK_I/AAAAAAAAADw/y85KOb_kPxo/s1600-h/P3111165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186053604224216050" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQRrHrK_I/AAAAAAAAADw/y85KOb_kPxo/s320/P3111165.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQRrHrLAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vUTV22ba06Y/s1600-h/P3111167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186053604224216066" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQRrHrLAI/AAAAAAAAAD4/vUTV22ba06Y/s320/P3111167.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQR7HrLBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Rrol0X6Pa20/s1600-h/P3111169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186053608519183378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQR7HrLBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Rrol0X6Pa20/s320/P3111169.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQR7HrLCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fxtJHWOG7aA/s1600-h/P3111170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186053608519183394" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iQR7HrLCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fxtJHWOG7aA/s320/P3111170.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the photos of the GACC during the first day. I am lazy to elaborate so just wait for updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause...............I am currently hooked to Malaysian Dreamgirls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shaddup. Show's good k? Just their skills of management is pretty teruk. Otherwise it is ok. Refer &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/04/mdg_the_journey.php#comments"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; why it is so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admit,Hanis and Fiqa are so &lt;em&gt;manja&lt;/em&gt; and cute I wanna bring them home and keep them as pets.&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/26185005-8251362326437241463?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8251362326437241463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=8251362326437241463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8251362326437241463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8251362326437241463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/04/gacc-first-part-of-first-day.html' title='GACC: The First Part Of The First Day'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R_iRIrHrLDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/aWD4zwp9dr8/s72-c/P3111172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-6198642745085325369</id><published>2008-03-30T02:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.982+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysian Dreamgirl'/><title type='text'>The Day Malaysian Dream Girls Pissed My Ass Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R-6LcLHrK9I/AAAAAAAAADg/F-vSAfc4d1o/s1600-h/gallery_valerie01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183233537287597010" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R-6LcLHrK9I/AAAAAAAAADg/F-vSAfc4d1o/s320/gallery_valerie01.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her photos are equally good, so what went wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;She's not hot enough r Kenny? No "sex bomb" singing around your ears?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Or maybe, she dont have &lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt; it takes to be a model?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(seriously I misquoted here. I thought it was three of them; Kenny, Elaine and Jimmy, doing the final judging. I was wrong. So sorry Kenny for the misunderstanding)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her last photoshoot was great, far better that others which is still in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh I forgot, Ringo is your friend ryte? Favor her more issit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her shots is bad btw. Supposed to be the men's attire for the last photoshoot ryte? And you call what shes wearing a mens attire?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, you have done your best sayang and you have made all of us here &lt;span style="color: #33ffff; font-size: 180%;"&gt;PROUD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cant wait for our makan-makan trip with Yvonne. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will stop here. Cant bitch a lot. Connection at campus is suprisingly, getting suckier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I have midterm on Monday and Wednesday, presentation on Thursday and I havent done anything much yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so gonna kill myself. So wait till all is done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then only I will bitch more on Malaysian Dreamgirl. From the first episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also the GACC photos. So many of it I cant upload them. Sucky connection. Thanks MMU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - Why is Cindy still in????&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.2 - Yups, she is my friend. Val I mean. ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-6198642745085325369?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/6198642745085325369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=6198642745085325369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6198642745085325369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/6198642745085325369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-malaysian-dream-girls-pissed-my-ass.html' title='The Day Malaysian Dream Girls Pissed My Ass Off'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R-6LcLHrK9I/AAAAAAAAADg/F-vSAfc4d1o/s72-c/gallery_valerie01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-2635671774953144752</id><published>2008-03-24T11:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day Giving Is No Longer An Option.</title><content type='html'>Irony isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That now when I wanted to update with some pictures, the internet connection in the campus is still very bad, despite having a week off from students and can utilise that time of updating or repairing or watsover thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what will these idiots do? Do it when the students are back in campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMU. Pah. What the point having a name like that when you cant provide the so call all wide range wireless connectivity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware new freshies. Beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of internet connection, after a few longgggg years, I have Stremyx at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah yah, I know most of you people are having problems with yours, but hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never I enjoyed this much of streaming videos in matters of minutes back at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins wider*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with super fast connection, I can even blog during my breaks! No internet problems! &lt;s&gt;No excuses for not blogging!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins till jaw locks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When every guys has to deal their girlfriends merajuking or their once in a month drama moments, and girls with their boyfriends wanting them to berkepit all the time and also giving them the pleasure of lesbian moments, I.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, me. Absoloutely me, the single one for 21 years, has to deal these stuffs from a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read that right. A guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you people start working your brains out, let me clarify some things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just normal friends. The type of you know, just friends but seeing the prospect on how to be closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds wrong, yeah. But that's the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a friendship, whether you are close to that particular person or just a normal hi-bye friends, understanding is the key thing. Just like a normal relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to understand your partner. Vice versa too. From there everything will work fine &lt;s&gt;and you can start having plans to get married have sex have kids and more sex&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things are ONLY going one way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me lar, how is this going to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who always does the work and put my effort of doing everything and in the end, what do I get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh nasty words. And not even a single sign of gratitude and appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are stuffs I do which you dont like. For that I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you do the things which I DONT like, for you it is nothing wrong lar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, that is only a petty thing lar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once or twice, I understand. But this has been goin for a couple of times and sorry,I cant tolerate anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh, if you think I am the one having these problems with you, think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up, and yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my blog, so I bitch whatever and whoever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;I WANT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont mess with me. Think you are strong physically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are strong physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not wanna hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-2635671774953144752?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/2635671774953144752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=2635671774953144752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2635671774953144752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/2635671774953144752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-giving-is-no-longer-option.html' title='The Day Giving Is No Longer An Option.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-7278545466312464109</id><published>2008-03-10T01:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:50.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day When All The Glory Is Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We've lost. We've lost."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quoted by Prime Minister Abdullah Ahmad Badawi&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speak for yourself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me? A big time &lt;em&gt;padan muka&lt;/em&gt; for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serves you right. Never underestimate the power lies within us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GACC 08 part 2 will be posted soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After my exams I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-___-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-7278545466312464109?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7278545466312464109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=7278545466312464109&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7278545466312464109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7278545466312464109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-when-all-glory-is-lost.html' title='The Day When All The Glory Is Lost'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-1149118203292589298</id><published>2008-03-01T22:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:51.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>GACC: The Pre Day Event.</title><content type='html'>I will make things short here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pre event, where all the commitees will be setting the hall for the event was surprisingly, relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing, cause this event is known in Malaysia and of course, most wanted to be known as that someone who joined as a comittee and it turned up to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL IT WAS MASSIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intention here is to help out Edo for the event, since I thought maybe it would be helpful enough if I could lend some extra hands in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I thought it too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures later. I am a bit &lt;em&gt;malas&lt;/em&gt; to upload them from the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got myself a pair of piercings at 15 (all thanks to my father), my body a bit gatal-ed to get into these body art stuffs, which again, thanks to daddy dearest as he is the one who lead me into all of these. Indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he doesnt want me to continue them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad. Shouldn't had got me and my brothers pierced at the first place aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I should have gotten one already and planning to have another two (which, eventualy will be the last) before I think of &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; getting them and regret about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, piercings will lead to try more raw stuffs and this will bring us to the subject of tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it short, I wanted one. Or if everything goes on well ( in bling2 terms) 12 to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound crazy yeah? No worries, I have the designs ready and which parts of my body I want to be done and I think I wont regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure most of us has a Facebook account, and ther is one cool apllication called Tattoo, which of course has tattoos in it for "tattooing" your own body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I selected some funky designs and my friends has given some as well and the best part is, you can even decide where to put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I decided to put all of them in the reality.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my body will be no worse than an oil painting done by a five year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home, my dad and I will always argue on what car to get for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard that right. For my mom. And we are the ones arguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad, being REALLY a fickle minded person, cant really decide on what car for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds pretty normal lar. But there is a catch. My dad, after buying something and turned up to be the wrong choice, he will make that "oh I should get that one instead" and " I should have listened to you" dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it short, we listed for cars. Perodua Myvi, Proton Persona, Proton Waja and a Proton Saga. Either one of these will replace her OMFG "it is reliable but slow" Perodua Kancil 850 Automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He badly WANTS to get the Myvi, which I am totally againts it cause keeping the interior space aside, the car is a total nonsense for a family of five which has three tall children and a tall familiy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That car has a fucked up boot space! 200 litres where enough to bring all our things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even he say he wont bring the family for any family outing in a Myvi if we have want, you think he wont bring r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite looking at the new Waja (new, as in the car has new updates and a new CPS engine) and also at the Persona (which soon, will be fitted with IAFM similiar to the new Saga), he still thinks Myvi is the best car, simply because the resale value wil be higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your are the type of changing your car every 2-3 years. My dad keeps his cars almost 10 years plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep things short, I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you drive any of the above, tell me what you think of your own cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz that might help. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do me this itsy bitsy favor k? Spread it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sad puppy eyes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-1149118203292589298?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1149118203292589298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=1149118203292589298&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1149118203292589298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1149118203292589298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/03/gacc-pre-day-event.html' title='GACC: The Pre Day Event.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-5771050263058342189</id><published>2008-02-28T00:17:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:51.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day When The Empty Space Remains Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R8WOCvJ_PwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JUbFU9OdbDg/s1600-h/Remembering+sharon+lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171695924774125314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R8WOCvJ_PwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JUbFU9OdbDg/s320/Remembering+sharon+lee.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time indeed flies fast. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 weeks since you left and I only felt like I was talking to you moments ago.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The white candle gathering held for was indeed small, but all of us had fun talking about you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Both of your brothers was fun being with and I can see in their faces that they still miss you, especially James since you are the only one he can play with since your parents seperated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be with us all the times. Be a guardian angel to your family and help them on the needed times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to all of us, we all know that you are here, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - Thanks Lydia (aka Constant Drama) for sharing my sympathy. Yep, we all know how it feels. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;On the lighter note, sayangness &lt;a href="http://gladeofnymphandfairies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shea&lt;/a&gt; tag me again.&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;Sorry sayang if I done it late. Again.&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;*hugs*&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;This linky love trail rules:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;When you got tagged, you have to add your name to people who had done the tag and and let the list grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Those Who Dunnit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Limadang.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;RamblingMoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;blogginginmypyjamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;StylewithPassion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Chinneeq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Dora-zooropazoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Babyshern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Farah (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Bani gundu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Frankensteina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Diyanazman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Najmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;hana ni mo nai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;LindoshSlebet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;cepoter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;hUmmY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;dayana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;ELLE LIZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;~Scarlet Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;LeoRaj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;First Name - Suthesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Nickname - Like I even have one. LeoRaj is more of a pseudonym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Name you wish you had - Suthesh Kumar Balbir Singh. Wait, that IS my name, isnt it? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;What do people normally mistake your name as - lots of stuffs. some even thought I am a malay. please lar. cant see there is a Kumar ends behind it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Birthday - May 22. That is 3 months from now. *hints*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Birthplace - Pahang yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Time of Birth - 11.51. I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Single or taken - Still single. :D and available. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Zodiac sign - Gemini.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Your Appearance-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;How tall are you - 178cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Wish you were taller - Yeah. I wanna make myself a 6 footer. Now I am only 5 feet 10''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Eye color - dark brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Eye color you want - a bit lighter brown can r?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Natural Hair color - Dark brown. Which looks black. Yeah, I know. But its not black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Current Hair color - Like above yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Short or long hair - I want it a bit messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Ever dye your hair a bizarre color - There is once I colored it cherry red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Curly,Straight,Wavy - A bit curly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Last time you did something dramatic with your hair - I was only 8 when I had the askar type &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;hair. Never had it since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Glasses or contacts - I wear both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Do you wear make-up - *grins*. Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Ever had hair extensions - Why do I ever NEED one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Paint your nails - I dont. Though I wanted too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-In the opposite gender-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;What color eyes - anything will do. although white will be super scary. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;What color hair - Like sayang said, must suit the person. Right sayang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Shy or Outgoing - Outgoin duh. Shy2 susah lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Looks or personality - I look on both. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Sexy or Cute - Sexy, slutty,bitchy. Anything also can. But not cute. Coz I keep cute stuff and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;stare at them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Serious or Fun - Try me with any! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Older or Younger than you - I dont mind. Seriously. It will be fun. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;A turn on - A really open minded girl. In everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;A turn off - Ah lians and all those wannabes. Eww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;-This or that-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Flowers or Chocolate - Chocs. Wat am I to do with flowers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Pepsi or Coke - Sprite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Rap or Rock - ......................classic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Relationship or One night stand - a night stand on a guy, full relationship on girl. Why? Cant be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;different meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;School or Work - like sayangness say, a bit of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Love or Money - Money lar. Can love buy money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Movies or Music - Music anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Country or City - Country life rocks. What? The Curve syg? Ada apa kat sana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Sunny or Rainy days - I like it rainy. And make it a bit of breeze too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Friends or Family - Family. Friends come and go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Have you ever-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Lied - like duh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Stole something - couldnt recall but I think I did lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Smoked - Yup I did. Some strawberry ciggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Hurt someone close to you - Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Broke someones heart - Maybe.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Had you heart broken - Owh. a big yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Wondered what was wrong with you - Can anything be not wrong? There must be something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Wish you were a prince/princess - I am better off being normal. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Liked someone who was taken - Liked of course lar. And it stays there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Shaved your head - I will NEVER do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Been in love - Oh yes. That Mini Cooper S. Damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Used chopsticks - Like duh? I m part chinese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Sang in the mirror to yourself - *Stares at mirror* What?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;-Favorites-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Flower - I love ROSES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Candy - Choki Choki can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Song - A lot lar but current love is Tiesto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Scent - rainy gardens! cologne! eau de toilette!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Color - dark and glossy please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Movie - AVP. Rock habis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Singer - Christina Aguilera. woohoo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Word - Fuck. yeah baby....:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Junk food - choki choki?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Website - refer my blog's links.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Lotion - body: I dont use one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Animal - Kittens! *melts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Ever cried over someone - Like a big DOH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Is there anything you wish you could change about yourself - my voice mebbe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Do you think you're attractive - *stares at mirror again* umm what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;If you had to choose a fairytale as your life what would you choose - The Ugly Duckling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;Do you play any sports - Kickboxing can be considered r?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;The rules:-Link to your tagger and post these rules.- List (8) random facts about yourself and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;tag (8) people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;=&amp;gt;I cant eat alone. Yes. See me alone and you are most welcome to save me from eating to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;boredorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;=&amp;gt;I HATE pink big time. They are only applicable to food and drinks. Or maybe its the ego in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;=&amp;gt; People who talks great about something and is TOO proud anout it annoys my ass big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;=&amp;gt; I dig on older women. I meant around 5 years older. Not grandmothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;=&amp;gt;I still collect toy cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;=&amp;gt; I love lollipops. My mom thinks its childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;=&amp;gt;I think design students (and anything related with it, creative multimedia included) have the worst fashion sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;=&amp;gt;Despite being single and available, I am not looking for a relationship for the time being. In fact, I might stay single forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;8 ppl I'm tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;1. Maybe Sharin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;2. Or maybe Irene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;3. Dya perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;4. Rommel maybe. That if he is not buzy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;5. Alvin. Yes I know you are reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;6. Lyana will like doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;7. Or maybe you too, Constant Drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ffff;"&gt;8. And Kang Yong. Will get him to do it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, not you Jason. You still owe me 3.&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;/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&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;I promise I will update more.&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;Excuse me a bit lar. Weeks ago I was down and shocked about Sharon.&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;And now I am back with action!&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;Speaking of Sharon, her white candle party went okay despit only 15 turned up.&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;Shall blog bout that later. For now I have to sleep.&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;Its 339 am.&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;And mommy will kill me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-5771050263058342189?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5771050263058342189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=5771050263058342189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5771050263058342189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5771050263058342189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-when-empty-space-remains-full.html' title='The Day When The Empty Space Remains Full'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R8WOCvJ_PwI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JUbFU9OdbDg/s72-c/Remembering+sharon+lee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-5921795232642511511</id><published>2008-02-11T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T21:59:51.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Other Side Of Me'/><title type='text'>The Day When Emptiness Resides In A Flawless Egg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R7BImvJ_PuI/AAAAAAAAADA/4ddQ40dwVnI/s1600-h/31727917750158l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165708602924547810" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R7BImvJ_PuI/AAAAAAAAADA/4ddQ40dwVnI/s320/31727917750158l.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Sharon,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are you? Hope everything is pretty fine there. Well, my life here is pretty occupied and I take it a guess that you will know it is going on. Is the new place fine for you? Well take your time to familirised the place, as I know it is hard to adjust oneself when we are in a new enviroment; even I myself had a rough time for two weeks when I first entered uni for my tertiary studies. Well at least that is still ok; Rubin took a VERY long time. Mind you my family suffered much. Lol. Owh, the best part of being in any new place is meting up new people, something which I find fun to do. Made any new friends yet? I am sure they will entertain you as much as how we all did here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I am writing this, it been 5 days since you left all of us to a better different place. How fast the time has moved and all I can think that it is already the 2nd month of 2008 and I havent had things planned for the year yet! Eventually, I had 4 days break for the Chinese New Year and Rubin planned to visit you on the auspicious day and me of course, was thinking of tagging along since I havent meet some of my juniors after I left the school (you included of course) and I only came to know later during dinner that you had left us. Rubin was left awe and I just went speechless, never totally expecting what has happened.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although I missed seeing you on that day, I got the chance to do so 2 days later. Almost everyone who came on that attended. The service held for you was beautiful, your father's speech was short and simple was touching but what really moved me that you are wearing your class t-shirt on that day. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got the chance to meet your parents on that day too. Your dad was really a nice but quiet person, judging through the conversation I have had with him. Your mom was really really affected and deeply moved when all of us are there on that day and I saw a tinge of regret in her for not doing what she should do but for me, she has everything a mother could do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a senior to you and a friend, all I coud say is thank you for every single you have for me throughout the schooling days we had together, throughout all the PBSM activities we had even after I finished my secondary school and everything other thing which we have done, direct or indirect. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take care and God bless. Till I see you again next time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suthesh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165779615913819890" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R7CJMPJ_PvI/AAAAAAAAADI/7c5GdWnwsU0/s320/1_567245295l.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sharon Lee Shu Wen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 September 1989 - 6 February 2008&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-5921795232642511511?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/5921795232642511511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=5921795232642511511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5921795232642511511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/5921795232642511511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-when-emptiness-resides-in-flawless.html' title='The Day When Emptiness Resides In A Flawless Egg'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R7BImvJ_PuI/AAAAAAAAADA/4ddQ40dwVnI/s72-c/31727917750158l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-1322505325762724499</id><published>2008-02-04T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The First (Tues)Day Of February.</title><content type='html'>God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies and I didnt even blog about what I did in 2007, all thanks to the dial-up at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I will write it some other time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR maybe I should compile it for the next years all together? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I am one lazy bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my friends tag me during the holidays. Wrong timing dears. Why? Refer few sentences above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I will do it for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shea's first. Yours will come later Kang Yong. *sticks tongue*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt;Basics&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name: By now if you are a reader you should know. Pfft.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Age: 21 on May. (21??????? *screams*)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Location: on the bed thank you. and I am wearing clothes, just in case you are wondering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt;Favourites&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Store: Tesco, JJ, MidValley, Reject Shop, Giordano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Designers: if I have one by now my dad is already botak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Places to go shopping: refer to Store.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brand Names: none. I am not that choosy but for this purpose I wear Giodarno, Diesel, BodyGlove, Cheetah, Antioni etc etc. Mostly Men Wear's Brand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colour to wear:Black.Brown.White.Blue.Green and most importantly, Red.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Items of clothing you own: shirts, tees, jeans, shorts, slacks, briefs, singlets,blazers. Thats all I think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Type of jeans:I got one Levi's, an unknown carrot cut and one black Chargers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Type of tops: tee's, collared tee's. The former is either short, 3/4 or long sleeved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Type of shoes: casual sports shoes and boot-like shoes. Oh, sumtimes I wear black leathers just to match my semi casual or semi formal. The hip-hop like or skate shoes is a BIG no-no for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clothing on opposite sex: sexy tops, jeans, short skirts, 3/4 pants. I have seen many girls dress up like that. Shea included. Mind you she's hot in almost everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Type of accessories: Leather or plastic straped watches, braclet (sometimes only. most of them gets stuck on my hairy hands) a simple ring. And studs, I am pierced you see. Silver only, not diamond, not gold. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt;Misc&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What would you never be caught dead in?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; G-strings. I rather be caught naked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many clothes in your wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt;Dunno. Countless lar. And I only have 1 wardrobe thank you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What was the last item of clothing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt; Some tee's and underwears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you owned your own fashion label, what would it be called?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt;Classics for formal, Styles by LR for normal casuals.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Which celeb's style would you love to steal?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt;Pfft. Name me one best dressed celeb and I will steal his.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you follow trends?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt; I have my own style babeh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's 'in' in your are right now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt; What?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What colour is a NO for you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt; PINK!!!!!! OWH GOD BLESS THOSE DUDES WEARING THEM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Short skirts or long skirts: I wear skirts?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeans or corduroys: Jeans. Whats corduroys?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hats or sunglasses: Shades rocks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tight or baggy jeans: In between can?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright colours or dark colours: Dark and stylish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skinny belts or wide belts: Got differnet types meh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt;Right Now&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wearing: Clothes. I dont hang around naked. *coughs*Shea*coughs* *grins*.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your bag:Notes duh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saving up for: A new handphone. It's an accesory k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wishing: a car right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;span style="color: #66ffff;"&gt;That you own&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite top: I like all of them yo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite jeans: All of them too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite shoes: My current WeinBrenner boots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite dress: I DONT wear dress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite belt: dun have one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite hat: dun have ine too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Favourite piece of underwear: Hush Puppies Briefs are superbly comfortable. And affordable too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:Tag:&lt;br /&gt;-&amp;gt;Sharin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt;Danny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt;Irene. Update lar sayang oi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt; Gaya. Must.Remind.Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt;Jason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&amp;gt;Rommel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Friends are like balloons; once you let them go, you can't get them back."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-1322505325762724499?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1322505325762724499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=1322505325762724499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1322505325762724499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1322505325762724499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-tuesday-of-february.html' title='The First (Tues)Day Of February.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-8803616321756987942</id><published>2008-01-03T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year Beginning Redefines Itself.</title><content type='html'>To all my readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope in this new year, everything we do redefines itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know, I am late. -______-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, my laptop fails me. Some button in the keyboard just malfunctioned. Which include the space key. So picture me typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this post is written in my library's computer. -______-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out for this space for more updates on 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I get my laptop repaired that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - &lt;a href="http://deviouslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danny&lt;/a&gt;, I have already linked you. Happy now? xP. Owh, Thanks for the post though. At some point it kinda make me feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.2 - To whom it may concern(yes, you know its you), one more time and I WILL slice you to pieces. No jokes here. Dont MESS with me when I am mad. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-8803616321756987942?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8803616321756987942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=8803616321756987942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8803616321756987942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8803616321756987942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2008/01/year-beginning-redefines-itself.html' title='The Year Beginning Redefines Itself.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-8857290755827068983</id><published>2007-12-26T12:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.431+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Holi(day) I Joyed the Most.</title><content type='html'>People people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes shaddup. I am one day late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame daddy. Blame TM for not giving penalty for those who is still using dial-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes people, I am stil using &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;dial-up at house&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the drama that happened about me using the dial-up once but now &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/bengeggyong.blogspot.com"&gt;Kang Yong&lt;/a&gt; tagged me on doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;tunggu sekejap lar&lt;/em&gt; ok? Tell you when I got mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Each player of this game writes about his/her Christmas wishes. &lt;br /&gt;-People who get tagged need to visit your blog to find out more, and then write about the same topic in their blogs. &lt;br /&gt;-Player must state the rules clearly, and pass this on by tagging the same number of people.&lt;br /&gt;-To tag someone, leave a comment in his/her blog and tell them that they have been tagged. &lt;br /&gt;-Number of bloggers to tag: Up to you. Happy tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;(Yes christmas is over, but still can use as birthday wishlist and next christmas wan can?) first of all, world peace. yes i didnt steal from some beauty pageant's &lt;em&gt;ayat&lt;/em&gt; but this is my answer. Look lar at our country. This wan lar, that wan lar, PM oso tidur only, ex-PM tutup mulut, whats goin happen next? Other country also the same. This wan lar, that wan lar....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If 1st wish didnt go well, I wanna migrate out to other country safely. Yes. Safely. Without external and internal problems. Oh yeah, I wanna bring my family along. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I WANT a car before 21. Thats like 5 months from now. Like seriously, I have suffered enough on public transportations and if my uncles/aunties say that during their time was worse, lets say I had my shares too. Remember &lt;a href="http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-when-i-am-actually-staying-in.html#comments"&gt;my 6 hours journey to go back home&lt;/a&gt;? Oh, I want a Toyota Vios can? Either the G or the S. Black please thank you. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Of course, getting the best grades in my finals. Which is next week. Right.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a lot of cash? Haha. Almost all wished for that but for me, as long as I am not running out of mine till the day I die I am fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find a nice &lt;s&gt;partner&lt;/s&gt; girlfriend real soon. Dont ask me why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scratch number 6. I want more friends. And family members around me all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Who I wanna tag?&lt;br /&gt;No one. A lot of people still owe me their old ones. Which means they are busy. Which also means they dont have time for this one too. So why bother?&lt;br /&gt;So people, enjoy your break! &lt;br /&gt;Have a great new year....&lt;br /&gt;and.......&lt;br /&gt;God I cant think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;short update. I just got my another christmas gift!!&lt;br /&gt;Rommel and I made up this pact of exchenging gifts since that bitch ask for one.&lt;br /&gt;So I said want one, give me one. Give and take policy ok?&lt;br /&gt;And I went back home for the weekend, went to a piercing parlour as this particlar shop (Scorpion Silver) sells a lot of silver wares like chains, bracelet etc.&lt;br /&gt;I got him a ring with a leather necklace with his name engraved inside the ring.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know. It sounds gay. -____-&lt;br /&gt;Coz when he says he is giving something very unique and can't be found anywhere and wanted something the same, I gotta do something unique oso lar kan?&lt;br /&gt;Please, I even comtempleted to wrap myself in a box and give it to him. Ran out of idea wei.&lt;br /&gt;Put the story short, gave it to him today. And what he gave me?&lt;br /&gt;A card, a trick walet and a CD.&lt;br /&gt;Which contained songs where he find it for hours in his slow internet at his place.&lt;br /&gt;According to the message he wrote in it lar.&lt;br /&gt;Really terharu wei.&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;Despite the slow internet (all thanx to TM and co.) he find the songs I like, some Christmas tunes and....&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I think. -____-"&lt;br /&gt;What he just showed that the value of a present means nothing compared all the hardwork he did.&lt;br /&gt;And that people, is the spirit of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mel for the gift and I will always think of you whenever I played the songs.&lt;br /&gt;*beams happily*&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas again people.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - No, I am NOT gay. And so is Rommel. Just in case you all are wondering&lt;s&gt;, although Rommel don't mind bending a bit&lt;/s&gt;. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-8857290755827068983?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8857290755827068983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=8857290755827068983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8857290755827068983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8857290755827068983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-i-wanted-to-be-longer-and.html' title='The Holi(day) I Joyed the Most.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-4230210642398776385</id><published>2007-12-21T04:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day(s) Of The Study Week Begins.</title><content type='html'>As I am writing this, the study week of finals officially begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my routine till the finals will be from hostel room to library then makan then library then hostel then library and the hostel begins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this will go on for all my finals till I end my degree here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am at it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from Sher Yee's blog. Some tips given by our lecturers of the Engineering Faculty to all the students here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she has written her comments below it and I will have mine in green. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MMU rocks. Seriously. We have our online system, we have to get our notes online, we have our online bulletin board, and when exams are around the corner.. we get free online advice regarding the preparation for the finals!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(seriously duh. name pun MMU. &lt;s&gt;Money Making University&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Many Mosquito University&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;Makan Money University&lt;/s&gt; Multimedia University,what do you expect?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Paling best when they upgrade their system or when lecturer can't upload their notes when they thought they did. Functional sial our online services. Oh, did I mention our computer labs and the computer libraries still using Pentium 4 with WindowsXP which lags like fuck? The fugly smartcard which works everywhere except in campus? The so called wide access WiFi which only works when you are in faculty area onwards where else it is supposed to be accessible in the WHOLE campus?Fuyo canggih weih. And I thought my uni is a fully multimedia in every way. Puik)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TIPS FOR FINAL EXAM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As final is coming, Education and Career Division hereby reveal some tips for final exam after consulting several opinion from lecturers and tutors.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(They did?? They did??How come I never noticed one?? And since when Lar they were so concerned when all they do is fail students and make them sit the paper again so the can get more money. Ish aku sayang universiti aku banyak-banyak lar.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SELF ATTITUDE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1."Understand rather than memorizing" Yes, that's pretty much what i've been doing for the past 3 years. Ha Ha&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(and I thought most students do the latter than the former?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2."Never burn mid-night oil" &amp;amp; "Get Enough Rest"This ain't working.. only geeks manage to NOT to burn midnight oil and "Get Enough Rest"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(Please lar. Aku nak gelak banyak-banyak. Even the geeks are more paranoid than us. Oh no I am gonna fail. I am gonna fail. Next thing I know First Class. Bitch) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3."Consistent in time taking healthy meals"They should start a Survivor Cyberjaya and u'll see that there is no such thing as "healthy meals" in Cyber. Seriously &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(Healthy food in Cyberjaya? When McD wanna come you halau them. When Nando's and KFC come you ask them to do at the carpark coz taknak compete with the Business Unit and thus make students walk farrrr to get them. And if you say HB1,HB2,HB3,HB4, Sirah Cafe, FCM cafe and for fuck sake Tau Cafe food are all healthy I shall bitchslap you to Sharin so she can bitchslap you all to Singapore.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;4."Self-discipline" &amp;amp; "Self-initiative"See that my kengkawans? Self-discipline &amp;amp; Self initiative. Discipline = NO dota. Self initiative = Say NO to dota. Is it working? I don't think so...... what happened to "I quit dota blog" steven? Hehehehe &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(hahahaha. aiyo. during study week lar hostel kecoh with people playing CS lar, Dota lar, watching movies lar. release exam stress. paper banyak susah. Right. Thanks to you all lar.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5."Revision after lecture"12 days to finals, and now you're telling us this. Sweeeeet...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(haha.yaya.it works. tell that few days/week before finals and it works the nuts out of you.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6."Practise make perfect" (Eg. Tutorial question &amp;amp; Past year)12 days to finals... 12 days... &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(tuik. perfect example. moi. took field theory again last sem. did all the tutorial from day 1. again and again. did the past year papers. again and again. understand the short notes. again and again. see lecturers for dates. again and again. and what you gave me in the end? a big FUCK.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7."Time management-Never leave blank"Yup.. sleep = blank, so we shall not leave the "blank", therefore no sleeping. Sweeeettt.. Or u meant the exam answers? Never leave blank pages? eh&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;?(for FOE most papers 2 hours. papers susah like fuck. if paper senang time sure tak cukup. and you can say dont leave blank? wanna kena bitchslap issit?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8."Stay healthy - Avoid attending examination if not feeling well"D'oh. &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(oh yeah right. to get MC ada prosedur lar. kena jumpa panel doctor lar. jumpa doctor they all tak nak coperate. tak kasi MC, paper will automatically fail. apa mau buat. bodoh punya rules.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DEPENDS (Depends on ..... ? eh????)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1."Study at library (Quiet place)"Yes, that's why library is always full when finals are around the corner. And that's the best part to get those school kids to have their "lawatan sambil belajar di MMU". Then u can tell those kids "Lihatlah adik-adikku.. betapa rajinnye abang-abang dan kakak-kakakmu di MMU.." The fact is that we are so last minute that we have no choice but to eat, shit and sleep in the library.&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt; (which is almost true. most of the lawatan sambil belajar is held during our study week. that time lar all students will cramp in library lar, the library foyer lar and all around campus. and most of the school kids, when they see this they go " eee best lar belajar sini. sumer rajin. standard tinggi. kepala hotak korang lar. which also reminds me visiting MMU when I was in form 1 in May and all I saw was this enviroment. Speaking bout library, library. Quiet place? lawak lar kamu semua ni. come and pay a visit during the study week and see how quiet it is.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2."Take a nap at noon" (NAPS! LOL)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(HAHA.I thought that is the time most will wake up aite?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3."Study in group"But... but i'm shy.... *cries*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(been that. done that. NEVER works.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;4."Study in early morning"Yes.. EARLY morning = 12.00a.m. onwards....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;(early morning. yeah write. *hears Counter Strike attacks and Dota's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes with a saying which I read it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rules are done so they are to be broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which explain why Titanic has a lot of casualties says some book.&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;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146174495175472210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R2ricBEb9FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EDKBO0bdkDM/s320/alone__by_HolyAnna.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been away for a long time.......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will you be back?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I am missing you real badly......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come back. I miss you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-4230210642398776385?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4230210642398776385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=4230210642398776385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4230210642398776385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4230210642398776385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/12/days-of-study-week-begins.html' title='The Day(s) Of The Study Week Begins.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/R2ricBEb9FI/AAAAAAAAAC4/EDKBO0bdkDM/s72-c/alone__by_HolyAnna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-8767953132793373024</id><published>2007-12-18T01:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><title type='text'>The Yesterday This Was To Be Posted.</title><content type='html'>and so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, being a bitching is getting all lazy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeap, I know. Sorry for the delay *again*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few day, I was preparing for my mid term. Studied like fuck. And now finals is in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking bout two weeks, it reminded me of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next two weeks, it will be 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*facepalms like drama queen bitch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so fast wei!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next 5 months I will be 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;so old weih&lt;/s&gt; Freedom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratch that, what freedom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my businessman cousin told that freedom is only achieved when you started to earn by yourself without taking a single cent from your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of my parents some more. &lt;em&gt;Habis peluang aku&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of freedom, I think being 21 it is not the matter of an individual reaching an age of being legal of doing stuffs. Nowaday, even school kids are doing the unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, being 21 shows another great year for us to bring our lives on. An age where for typical conservative family, respondsibilty will be held deeper. The sign of entering adulthood officially. In the modern world, it is a number represented to another year of begining. Another momment to grasp everything you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for me, I just can't wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So i think I am owing you people a lot of picture post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namely Padhma's birthday party, Nakhiiran's birthday party, my day volunteering at Microsoft Tech.Ed Event, MESCORP's Conference and Appreciation Dinner and the latest is the Mid Valley outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banyak eh. *grins* Effects of being lazy and busy. Tangguh a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news. I will be posting them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. You darlings have to wait for them for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Coz first, finals is coming but I will still do regular posts. Secondly, coz of the amount of pictures and the hostels connection, uploads will be slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sabar for a little moment can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;People people.&lt;br /&gt;So here it is. My new templete.&lt;br /&gt;Shaddap. Did I say I personalizing a own templete?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to dissapoint you people, but I am not that good in html codings.&lt;br /&gt;Even the simple ones, which explains why i will never, ever take IT in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;So back to the templete, how is it?&lt;br /&gt;Ok?&lt;br /&gt;Comment k. Need feedbacks.&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-8767953132793373024?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8767953132793373024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=8767953132793373024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8767953132793373024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8767953132793373024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/12/yesterday-this-was-to-be-posted.html' title='The Yesterday This Was To Be Posted.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-4456041215749825735</id><published>2007-11-27T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day When I am Actually Staying In Malaysia.</title><content type='html'>Staying in this &lt;em&gt;negara&lt;/em&gt; made me realise few things. Among them is our beloved trasportation system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;IMPROVING MY MONKEY'S ASS LAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I am sure almost all Malaysians know how reliable our transportation system is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch that. Make it ALL Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment till the day I graduate, Cyberjaya is my second home and after all the attempts of me (and my brothers) asking a car for us to travel around as well as home failed miserably, public transportation is the only mean for us to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To travel from Cyberjaya to Seremban and vice versa, my brothers and I will take the RapidKL number T429 which brings us to Putrajaya Sentral and the from there we commute the U42 bus to Serdang KTM station in which, will bring us straight to Seremban. The total journey usually takes us about an hour or the maximum an hour and half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday these things really tested my patience level to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 6 hours to reach Seremban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;6 HOURS??!! YOU KNOW WHAT I CAN DO WITH THAT MUCH TIME???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a car I can travel to Kuantan and Kerteh and have 2 extra hours to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that time, in a plane, I can travel overseas and still have extra time to do things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a car at that time, I can reach home in 45 minutes and have 5 hours 15 minutes to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 hours weih. If had traffic &lt;em&gt;ker&lt;/em&gt;,accident &lt;em&gt;ker&lt;/em&gt; I can understand &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;BUT IN THAT 6 HOURS THE ROADS ARE BLOODY CLEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So clear that I can even sleep in the middle of the road and go back home without a scratch and still, have time to spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes like this. My younger brother and I left the campus hostel at 10 am to the campus bus stand and wait for my elder brother to come from Cyberia from that T429 bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took that bloody bus half an hour to reach the campus bus stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, that &lt;em&gt;cacated&lt;/em&gt; bus drove slowly to Putrajaya Sentral, in between taking in and sending off passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you the bus is also crowded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelik&lt;/em&gt; weih. People often remark Cyberjaya a dead town but the human population there is like a small state. Not to forget the amount of &lt;em&gt;Banglas&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Indons&lt;/em&gt; we have there. And yet the government is still not doin anything to bring that place up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bagus lar&lt;/em&gt;. Do lar summore stupid things like Islamic cars lar, cutting up ties lar, mogok lar, this wan lar,that wan lar &lt;em&gt;dan sekutu dengannya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching Putrajaya Sentral, it took us 3 hours for us to WAIT the bus to come. Oh, add another an hour and half. That is for travelling to Serdang KTM station. The bus driver in this bus also damn &lt;em&gt;cacated wan. Drive like kura kura. Nak kate&lt;/em&gt; save driving, its way beyond that. In a sharp corner they sverve &lt;em&gt;kononnya&lt;/em&gt; like thay all wanna beat up Lewis Hamilton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 4 and half hours wasted on the journey to travel to Serdang. Only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampai there train &lt;em&gt;satu hal pulak&lt;/em&gt;. Waited for bloody half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train driver also another one. When something is built for speed, drive it fast &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;. Yes I know you want to avoid accidents but drive fast with limits &lt;em&gt;lar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me well when I was driving my neighbour's Brabus at 40 km and my neighbour asked whether that is the speed I usually drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Safe driver&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kereta mahal mar. Mesti lar&lt;/em&gt; drive slow slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching Seremban, another problem came up. On that particular day, my mom can't fetch us coz we brought so many things that it can't fit her Kancil so we took the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;em&gt;pulak ada&lt;/em&gt; confrontation. Taxi people &lt;em&gt;gaduh&lt;/em&gt; with one Chinese auntie for parking her car at the taxi stand. What they did? Quietly release the car tyre air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people &lt;em&gt;gaduh&lt;/em&gt; took 10 minutes. After that manage to get taxi and reached home 20 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kesimpulannya?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy cars. Fuck public transportation. Fuck the government. Fuck congestion problems. At least we save time, something that money can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Perodua and Proton, why not you people offer student packages to your Viva and Savvy? Sell at very affordable price. Sure &lt;em&gt;laku wan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is damn addictive and interesting. Do you know that I found my long lost best friend of 12 years by just typing his name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALAO I DAMN HAPPY MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SuperPoke feature is also damn cun one. You can do anything illegal legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How &lt;em&gt;canggih&lt;/em&gt; can that be? Now I can &lt;s&gt;harras&lt;/s&gt; &lt;em&gt;cucuk &lt;/em&gt;my friends anytime I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add me up people. Click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=633399582"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Dalia? The girlfriend of mine which has problem on choosing her phone on the ohter day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bought one at last. A month later, that phone &lt;em&gt;kene curik&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn siao one. Watch next post for more story about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, I will be opening another blog on handphone and gadget reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the problem I have is I need &lt;em&gt;these &lt;/em&gt;things to review. I can't just take my friends stuff and review it for days. They all also wanna &lt;em&gt;pakai mar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sad puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - The entries are closed. For those who voted for Sharin, on her behalf thank you people. &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; She owe you lots!! Come for the event at Zouk this Saturday from 7pm onwards. See you there!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-4456041215749825735?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/4456041215749825735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=4456041215749825735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4456041215749825735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/4456041215749825735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-when-i-am-actually-staying-in.html' title='The Day When I am Actually Staying In Malaysia.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3699182907849504911</id><published>2007-11-15T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day Vulgarity Is Just Another Language</title><content type='html'>Took this meme from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mqdoido.com"&gt;Mei Qin's &lt;/a&gt;sister &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/kathkms.blogspot.com"&gt;Kathleen&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Nampak&lt;/em&gt; interesting so I proceeded to &lt;em&gt;curik&lt;/em&gt; it lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this a bit about this Kathleen girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl one &lt;em&gt;hantu&lt;/em&gt; wei. Her entries are all bone tickling. We are talking about a girl who is so enthusiast of cutting up a &lt;span style="color: #33ff33;"&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; toad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumpah wei, that toad is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace big guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you little girl, if I ever meet you up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;siap lar lu&lt;/em&gt;...:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;- anyone. dont really give a fuck lar but if it is either my dad or mom then means feng shui takdak bagus lar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes. Saya orang Malaysia yang baik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?&lt;br /&gt;- Both. Why talking it in a social setting way? I am both in the reality. Ask my friends if tak percaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes. Insults too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?&lt;br /&gt;- Played once, got bored, now planning to play again. Yes I am such a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness,would you survive?&lt;br /&gt;- Why would I ever be there in the first place? Got no better work to do r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What song are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- DJ Sammy - Sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yes. Some sucky school camp lar. Interesting tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your favorite game as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno. Kejar-kejar lar, hide and seek lar, toy cars lar, blah blah lar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If a person you really liked was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends lar. If that person is hot why not? *evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?&lt;br /&gt;- Why not? As long they stick their beliefs to themselves I am ok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 . Do u like to be persued or vice versa ?&lt;br /&gt;- Vice versa lar. But I dont mind either. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Use three words to describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- I.Dont.Know. Ask my friends. They describe me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do any songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;- I hear songs to relax, not to cry. Aiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you continuing your education?&lt;br /&gt;- No lar. I am sitting i the house right now, cooking and shaking my ass around. Dumb question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah. Simple only. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you'll grab?&lt;br /&gt;- Nothing. Everything is on fire, what lar you wanna grab. OK, maybe my wallet lar. And handphone. And laptop. yada yada......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How often do you read books?&lt;br /&gt;- Everyday. I have to. Engineering life sucks wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you think more about the past, present or future?&lt;br /&gt;- More of past, oresent and future. Call me bummer, I have photographic memory. I can remember my past and see my future through my dreams. So you can tell I experiance deja vu quite often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favorite children's book?&lt;br /&gt;- Enid Blyton and Goosebumps. Yeap, I read them when I was still a kanak kanak Ribena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;- White. Heh. Dark Brown duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;- 177cm. I am short among my brothers k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where is your dream house located?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno. whatever pun I want a condo or a duplex. Penthouse pun boleh lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?&lt;br /&gt;- You mean those sticker ones which is decorated with flowers which makes all the girls hysterical? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?&lt;br /&gt;- Got r? How come I dunno wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like mustard?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah but chilli sauce still rocks big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep. Hostel not comfartable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you look like your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;- I look like myself duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How long does it take you in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- Setengah jam. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Can you do the splits?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, and split my balls off? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Dunno. I wanna see The Brave One again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What did you do for New Year?&lt;br /&gt;- If you meant the preavious new year Iwas studying for finals. Looks like this year the same too. Thanks a lot MMU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you own a camera phone?&lt;br /&gt;- Even my grandmother has one lar......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;- God heavens no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.How many hours of sleep do you get at night?&lt;br /&gt;- Usually from 4 to 8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like care bears?&lt;br /&gt;- God no. SpongeBob is way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What do you buy at the movies?&lt;br /&gt;- Twisties. I am no popcorn fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope. I play Uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. Even when i am sitting at the rear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;- At house, tee and shorts. At hostel, mostly topless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?&lt;br /&gt;-Err. I know Jusco got sale lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. How many meals do you eat a day?&lt;br /&gt;- That wan depends lar. On how hungry I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you always read friendster bulletins?&lt;br /&gt;- Nowaday rare. Boring lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh, that wan oso depends on keadaan lar but of course funny lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Ever been to L.A.?&lt;br /&gt;- Malaysia oso tak habis explore.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;br /&gt;- Remind me to get some later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Tag people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/gladesofnymphandfairies.blogspot.com"&gt;Shea&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/irene-lovevilla.blogspot.com"&gt;Irene&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/jasonleech.blogspot.com"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-Amy.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/cheesecakeerian.blogspot.com"&gt;Sharin&lt;/a&gt;. (You better do kalau nak promote diri. :p)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/zatyness.blogspot.com"&gt;Zaty&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/sugaholic.blogspot.com"&gt;Alia&lt;/a&gt;. (yes i am evil. muahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something interesting weih. Took it from my friends Faacebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 REASONS WHY MALAYSIA IS BETTER THAN SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Malaysia has royal families who get benefits.&lt;br /&gt;2. Malaysians have the "roti" men to bring us bread.&lt;br /&gt;3. Malaysian drivers are infinitely morex-treme than any other country's drivers(especially Singaporean drivers)&lt;br /&gt;4. Malaysian drivers are allowed toU-turn anywhere, even when there is a"No U-turn" sign.&lt;br /&gt;5. Malaysia has about 10,000 times moredaredevil motorcyclists than The EntireWorld.&lt;br /&gt;6. Food is cheaper and nicer in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;7. Malaysia has the "old newspaper" guys.&lt;br /&gt;8. Malaysia has the "tilam lama" guys.&lt;br /&gt;9. Roti canai is nicer in Malaysia than in Singapore and other places.&lt;br /&gt;10. Malaysian cencorship rules ensure healthy uncorrupt youth.&lt;br /&gt;11. Trying to get a taxi is infinitely more exciting in Malaysia because of their unpredictability.&lt;br /&gt;12. Malaysians are nicer than Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;13. Malaysia is made up of two landmasses, while Singapore has only one.&lt;br /&gt;14. Malaysia is bigger than Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;15. In malaysia u dont have to stop at zebra crossings&lt;br /&gt;16. In Malaysia, the Parkson store is permanently in "The Grand Sale" mode.&lt;br /&gt;17. "Rendang" is easy to find in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;18. "Rendang" is cheap in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;19. Malaysian taxi drivers have a 1 in 3chance of having very interesting and/orprovocative views on life.&lt;br /&gt;20. Malaysia is not a dot on the world map&lt;br /&gt;21. The Malaysian "Ringgit" is totallyoriginal, not like Singapore's dollar.&lt;br /&gt;22. Malaysian mamak give you good foodfor good price! (without any of that"hygene-guarentee" nonsense)&lt;br /&gt;23. Malaysia airlines air stewardesses are hotter&lt;br /&gt;24. Malaysia has a car named after a mousedeer (its a small car!).&lt;br /&gt;25. Driving in general is more exciting in Malaysia because of the unpredictable appearances of motorcyclists.&lt;br /&gt;26. Malaysia has three of the tallesttowers in the world.&lt;br /&gt;27. Singapore buys water from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;28. Pak Lah is cooler than Lee Kuan Yew.&lt;br /&gt;29.You can buy and chew gum in malaysia&lt;br /&gt;30. I live in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;31. Malaysian schools give less work&lt;br /&gt;32. Petrol is cheaper in malaysia&lt;br /&gt;33. You will never get a police summon if you have RM50 ...bribery rocks&lt;br /&gt;34.Parking is cheaper&lt;br /&gt;35. Malaysia is not going to sink into the sea someday like singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other day, my body was a bit &lt;em&gt;gatal&lt;/em&gt; to try out the kickboxing tryout at the campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how did it turn out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, very interesting. Like its been like 9 years since I last joined martial arts and I never felt &lt;em&gt;seronok&lt;/em&gt; like this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention it's also a bit violent and vulgar as well, in a way the instructor has a potty mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066;"&gt;" you think you girls join yoga your asses can be tight r?? you kiss the yoga good bye lar. want tight ass kick 300 times a day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;em&gt;salah&lt;/em&gt; can die wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine my campuses hot yoga instructor hears this. &lt;em&gt;Mampuih die&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to kickboxing. So, for the next 2 hours, my instructor's assistant assisted the new juniors (me included), teaching us the basic stuffs like kicking and defending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at one point I was practicing with my partner with the front kicks and then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prack&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my big fat fucking toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day &lt;em&gt;pulak&lt;/em&gt;. So &lt;em&gt;malu&lt;/em&gt; can die also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kononnya nak&lt;/em&gt; cover macho, I didn't scream like a wailing bitch but somehow the 2nd instructor found out lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily it was almost towards the end of class lar. So he only told me to do kick slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went back to the room, the toe is a bit swollen. had no ice at that time, so before sleeping I filled my bottle water with cold water and put it on top the toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn &lt;em&gt;bijak&lt;/em&gt;. Like it is going to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe is a bit blue,red and &lt;em&gt;green&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I went back home on that day and when to see the doctor just incase if fracture. And what the doctor told me? Put ice and it will be fine. &lt;em&gt;Bijakkkkkkk&lt;/em&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 2: Vote for Sharin people! It's closing soon! Refer to my previous post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-3699182907849504911?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3699182907849504911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=3699182907849504911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3699182907849504911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3699182907849504911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-vulgarity-is-just-another-language.html' title='The Day Vulgarity Is Just Another Language'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-7753543223871150591</id><published>2007-11-12T23:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharin Shaik'/><title type='text'>The Day When Ideas Are Overly Justified.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;KUALA LUMPUR, Malaysia (AP) -- Malaysian automaker Proton plans to team up with companies in Iran and Turkey to produce "Islamic cars" for the global market, a news report said Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Proposed by Iran, the collaboration would include installing features in automobiles such as a compass to determine the direction of Mecca for prayers, and compartments for storing the Quran and headscarves, Proton's Managing Director Syed Zainal Abidin told national news agency Bernama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What they (Iran) want to do is to call that an Islamic car," he was quoted as saying while on a visit in Iran. "The car will have all the Islamic features and should be meant for export purposes. We will identify a car that we can develop to be produced in Malaysia, Iran or Turkey." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The report didn't give further details. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Syed Zainal and other Proton officials couldn't be reached Sunday for comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Proton is aggressively seeking to raise exports and boost sales as its domestic market share fell to 23 percent, from about 60 percent five years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The state-owned carmaker has been in talks with Germany's Volkswagen AG and General Motors Corp. about a possible alliance to turn around its fortunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Proton reported a loss of $169 million in the 2007 financial year. In the three months ending June 30, it posted its fifth quarterly loss of $13 million. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;For years, Proton thrived in a protected environment in which high duties were imposed on imported vehicles, forcing many Malaysians to buy Proton cars. But duties have been slowly lowered in line with a regional trade agreement, and more Malaysians are buying imported vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islamic cars my ass la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, allow me to give myself a space by telling that this post is not going to be racial or anything to do with that. I just think that the main idea by these two countries are somewhat stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bashing time. First, Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Be specific. Proton. First, instead of giving out brilliant ideas like this, why don't come out with some other brilliant ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples? What about expanding more choices of the current models which is on sale, replacing the older models with newer ones, improve the quality of the cars (although I should say, Persona has improvements but it could still do better), broaden the bodystyles choices, give out more options and safety kits, and most importantly, &lt;em&gt;settling the long due merge with Volkswagen?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that you guys had made a great turnover with the introduction of the new Persona but that doesn't mean with the Persona, you people had made a great success out of it. There is still a lot of matters you guys need to put an eye on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you guys have frighten Perodua? Think they are shaking? Well, maybe for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myvi is due for a facelift and I won't be surprised if the facelift model will be out with 6 airbags and a standard navigation system like its sister models have, the Toyota Passo, Daihatsu Sirion and Subaru Justy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Proton, keep up the &lt;em&gt;current&lt;/em&gt; good work and bring out the Iswara and Perdana replacement model fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people out there are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Iran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islamic cars will have what? A direction Compass for Mecca? Storage compartment for Quran and headscarf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant. The person who gave that ideas should be shot on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First problem. Have you guys heard something called the GPS? Most luxury cars have it and you can fit portable ones easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also believe that most of it have COMPASS FUNCTION, and I think that should not be a problem of locating Mecca. Problem one solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second problem. No place to put your headscarf or your Quran? Buy an MPV. Got lotsa chubby holes and glove compartment to put not only our headscarfs and Quran, but also your children and your hamster family. Problem two solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. With that,you can save a lot of money rather than spending millions on initiating the ideas Islamic cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the other religions have these idea yet. That would look brilliatly wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;a href="http://cheesecakeerian.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sharin Shaik&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131998498216104306" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/RziFcZICUXI/AAAAAAAAACg/kH-gHNvuIkI/s320/n572325905_428438_7826.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or simply known as Cheescakeerian, coz she has this fetish on cheesecakes, especially green tea flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must been thinking why I am talking about this girl here. Let me clear your doubts, she is not my special girlfriend and I think she &lt;s&gt;has my girlfriends liking criteria&lt;/s&gt; is outrageously hot. And not forgetting, she is a friend of mine, which I knew through my brother. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this minah has been selected as one of the contestants for the Female magazine 50 Gorgeous People 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what I want all of you people to do is VOTE for her. How? Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Female mag website by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.femalemag.com.my/50g_1main.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and vote. She is contestant number 37.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Text a message. Type FM&amp;lt;&amp;gt; &lt;space&gt;50G&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;space&gt;your name&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;space&gt;contestant number(type 37 &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;)&amp;lt;&amp;gt;&lt;space&gt;and type a slogan on why this &lt;s&gt;biatch&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;woman&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;girl&lt;/s&gt; lady *coughs* should win. send it to 33668.&amp;lt;&amp;gt; denotes a space.&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/space&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Or if you all are rich, buy the magazine and fill up the form inside.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voting closes on the 25th of November, so hurry up and vote for her cause you see, she is a great potential. A model in her hometown and got all the ciri-ciri to be an international model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vote for her! Cause if she wins, &lt;s&gt;she has to belanja me makan and go have a date with me&lt;/s&gt; everyone will be happy and you know you have made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apa tunggu lagi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - To those who are likely to be offended with my top post, let me just say that I am only writing out what I &lt;strong&gt;THINK&lt;/strong&gt; and only opinion based and basically, I think the idea is still, stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S2. - I will be updating more often in these coming times and also, updates on Sharin will be posted here too, hence the new label specially for this lovely friend of mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-7753543223871150591?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/7753543223871150591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=7753543223871150591&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7753543223871150591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/7753543223871150591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-when-ideasare-overly-justified.html' title='The Day When Ideas Are Overly Justified.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/RziFcZICUXI/AAAAAAAAACg/kH-gHNvuIkI/s72-c/n572325905_428438_7826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-1690042545309157445</id><published>2007-10-04T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Wanna Tell Something.</title><content type='html'>A little update. Just to show you I am actually a &lt;s&gt;lazy fuck&lt;/s&gt; doing something useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fot the time being....I am......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 180%;"&gt;BUSY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;This is the largest that can go one r? -____-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will be free again two days later! Finals dah habis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wait up for a very heavy post in the short future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think... xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a few of my friends ask me to migrate to Wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only word is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000066; font-size: 180%;"&gt;TAK NAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot &lt;em&gt;lagi best&lt;/em&gt; ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sticks tongue out and shows famous finger*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-1690042545309157445?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1690042545309157445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=1690042545309157445&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1690042545309157445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1690042545309157445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-i-wanna-tell-something.html' title='The Day I Wanna Tell Something.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-3041874795023593564</id><published>2007-08-28T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Went Speechless Inside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never I felt that betrayed in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well,make it the second time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I was an idiot of not learning that lesson earlier, but it is my nature of being forgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometime too forgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bad habits die hard don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must learn to be evil and cold hearted sometimes.&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;To my beloved MMU-ian, tomorrow MYC College Mag and Nescafe Kickstart is dropping by to promote thmeselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latter is of course, to promote in a competition to bring up your dream job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then come over to Central Plaza tomorrow or log on &lt;a href="http://www.kickstart.com.my/"&gt;www.kickstart.com.my&lt;/a&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;Speaking of Kickstart, they came to campus last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think they are coming back cause the timing was not right last week, in a way not much students are passing by the place yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, make story short, I filled in some form last week. 5 to be precise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-3041874795023593564?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/3041874795023593564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3041874795023593564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/3041874795023593564'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-8978505697816687534</id><published>2007-08-23T01:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><title type='text'>The Day I Am Badly and Sadly Rated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/blog-rating"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/blog_rating/r.jpg" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; - &lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/browse/city/7275/los-angeles-singles"&gt;Los Angeles Singles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog that &lt;i&gt;hamsap&lt;/i&gt; r?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/internet-quiz"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mingle2 Internet Quiz - How Much Do You Know About the Internet?" src="http://mingle2.com/img/bb/internet/d.jpg" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mingle2.com/" style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt; from Mingle&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart shaterring to million pieces*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-8978505697816687534?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/8978505697816687534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=8978505697816687534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8978505697816687534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/8978505697816687534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-i-am-badly-and-sadly-rated.html' title='The Day I Am Badly and Sadly Rated'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-1668574863001887536</id><published>2007-08-20T23:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Am Being Tagged.</title><content type='html'>Sayangness &lt;a href="http://gladeofnymphandfairies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shea&lt;/a&gt; tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign tell me to *update*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*slaps on the face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Each player must post these rules first.&lt;br /&gt;2) Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;3) People who are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;4) At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;5) Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 8 random facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I used to like pink. I rememberd owing some things in pink like a towel, A Pilot Shaker, a Tamagotchi and more. But now, eww. I limit them to food and drinks.&lt;br /&gt;2. Opposite to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/gladeofnymphandfairies.blogspot.com"&gt;shea&lt;/a&gt;, I have more female friends than males. Seem that they understand things more when come to emotion.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like overdressing when going out anywhere and also dressing up like some cakai. When going out, if I am wearing long pants or jeans, I must wear jeans. Owh I dont like wearing those blings or long hangover chains.&lt;br /&gt;4. I like black. Most of the time. I also like metallic glossy DARK colours.&lt;br /&gt;5. I like cars, head to toe.I got the ability to identify by looking any external parts.&lt;br /&gt;6. I love piercing and getting tattoos. although I havent got tattooed yet. *grins* To date I pierced 4 place, in different parts of ears. Planning to add another two.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love spicy food. *drools*&lt;br /&gt;8. I dont discriminate. Anyone can be my friend. As long as they dont &lt;s&gt;rape me like how my friends are "worried" &lt;/s&gt;annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;a href="http://sugaholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;a href="http://zatyness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zaty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;a href="http://angelicdevil.iantam.net/"&gt;Lyana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;a href="http://cereal87.iantam.net/"&gt;Ian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;a href="http://sujj-and-sujathability.blogspot/"&gt;Sujj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;a href="http://jasonleech.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Anyone. Do it if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my sayangness, for the time being you will see less updates.&lt;br /&gt;Is not because I am lazy, it is because I &lt;s&gt;am a lazy fuck actually&lt;/s&gt; lost the wireless connection in my hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seem to me that MMU decided to be kedekut for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;###&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Shea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100821063585311266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/RsnBu2XVKiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HGYhKJOwOwI/s320/m104194810.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl at the left looks like you lar sayang!&lt;br /&gt;*smiles mischeviously*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26185005-1668574863001887536?l=themindofleoraj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/feeds/1668574863001887536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26185005&amp;postID=1668574863001887536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1668574863001887536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26185005/posts/default/1668574863001887536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themindofleoraj.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-i-am-being-tagged.html' title='The Day I Am Being Tagged.'/><author><name>sutheshkumar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08366320072359071758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/S953kIfZcxI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NWqMXNSkgew/S220/tumblr_kuahndTZqw1qatzfvo1_400.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yzi3j3LqmeU/RsnBu2XVKiI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HGYhKJOwOwI/s72-c/m104194810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26185005.post-2984990551954554601</id><published>2007-07-29T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:03:32.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surveys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Rants'/><title type='text'>The Day When I Am Updating</title><content type='html'>LAYER 1 : ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : Suthesh Kumar Sidhu Balbir Singh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date : 22nd May 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Status : Single and available&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour : dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour : brownish black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 2 : ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heritage : Chinese Sikh Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fears : Heights definately, but I am fine if I am secured with safety harness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weaknesses : cars, food, handphones, chocolattes and condominiums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Perfect Pizza : cheese, chicken, onions and anything spicy. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 3 : YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts first waking up : Shit. I am late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedtime : owh tht depend on the biological clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most missed memory: my exchange program in Indonesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 4 : MY PICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or coke : Pepsi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates : both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike :Nah. Like I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea : both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : depends on what I am eating with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee : Coffee. I dont mind cappuccino too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 5 : DO YOU…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : Yes but not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curse : Like duh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower : God! Who doesnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush : just had one weeks back. wait. do you mean love crush? *blur*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you’ve been in love : oh yes. here kitty kitty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to school : like 13 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married : tht depends on situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself : like duh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you’re a health freak : I always am. *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 6 : IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;&l
