<?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-3158152875345040388</id><updated>2012-01-06T15:31:56.063+08:00</updated><category term='Song'/><category term='Me'/><category term='Good Times'/><category term='Sport'/><category term='Last Post Here'/><category term='Double Post'/><category term='Artist'/><category term='Lyric'/><category term='tips'/><category term='random'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Update'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Goodbye'/><category term='BPL'/><category term='Life&apos;s Mystery'/><category term='NBA'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='rant'/><category term='Trip'/><category term='Photo Post'/><title type='text'>A Sky Full of Lighters is What We Need</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-3887213435658973391</id><published>2012-01-06T15:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:28:43.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Post Here'/><title type='text'>I've Moved There</title><content type='html'>I'll keep this short and simple.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've changed to Wordpress so do update your blog links to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://iammarlandbulang.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://iammarlandbulang.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See ya Blogger!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-3887213435658973391?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3887213435658973391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=3887213435658973391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3887213435658973391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3887213435658973391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/ive-moved-there.html' title='I&apos;ve Moved There'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-2142852070840438099</id><published>2012-01-06T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:13:52.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Post'/><title type='text'>Impending Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;06.01.2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;My finals is just around the corner. Monday to be exact. Somehow I'm feeling rather chilled about it and not worrying so much. To be frank, I've not studied anything since last week and now I'm down to 2 days of studying, I feel like I've nothing to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I have a panic button for these kind of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For the past few days I've been hanging out with my homie, Omer, and I tell you &lt;i&gt;ah&lt;/i&gt;... This &lt;i&gt;mathafaker ah... &lt;/i&gt;It's an inside joke. This dude never fail to make my day great. I miss staying over at his place like I used to. I'm glad that I have a friend like him and he's the type of person you'll gonna love and treasure as a friend for the rest of your life (that is if you're not easily offended by his occasionally offensive words).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/387228_10150376339612824_649152823_7175894_1280110331_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/387228_10150376339612824_649152823_7175894_1280110331_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss sitting down here is Starbucks and just have a quiet time to myself. Be it studying, surfing the net or just chilling. Maybe I should start doing it again. It was great and relaxing. Who knows, maybe get to meet other people and make new friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm just doing it for the Starbucks 2012 planner for now...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I better hit the books. It's a do-or-die mission now. Looking forward to tonight though. Zouk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hasta la vista baby!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-2142852070840438099?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2142852070840438099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=2142852070840438099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2142852070840438099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2142852070840438099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/impending-finals.html' title='Impending Finals'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-6968552150053449292</id><published>2012-01-04T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T02:11:18.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>A New Year's Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;04.01.2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the new year and a new beginning. So to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2011 was an awesome year for me. Loved all the things that happened. I'm damn sure it made me grew for the better and I enjoyed every single day of it. Too bad it has to come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I can always make 2012 a better year than the one before right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been looking forward to the year 2012 for a few reasons. I know that my finals is just around the corner (09.01.2012, to be exact), but after my finals, it's gonna be a hell of a ride to begin the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For starters, I'll be back in Kuching on the first day of Chinese New Year. Can't wait to see my friends back home and I know it's gonna be an exciting time back there. Kuching may be a slow city to live it but I just love how laid back things are there. I'm not much of a big city kind of guy so it's hard to leave Kuching. Also, I can never get over the food I can get back home. Too much of something good can be bad but not Kuching food baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next is February. Best thing on the top is being able to spend it with my darling. It's been too long since we spent it together so I'm really looking forward to it. Right after that will be a World Englishes conference in Singapore. Gonna be spending a week there so hopefully I get to see my homies who are in Singapore now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After Singapore, it's a student exchange program to Chonnam National University in South Korea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Woo, woo, woo... You know it!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been looking forward to this since mid semester. I'm not putting too high hope on what I'll gain there but I know it's gonna be a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll miss everyone here. 2011 was a year where I grew closer to a lot of people and got to know a lot of new ones who I know someday will be my friends who I can call best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I don't have a best friend. I have a lot best friends. Cause one ain't enough...*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is great. I feel the one reason why I can be grateful and thankful for everything that I have now is not what I did or what people do for me... It's &lt;b&gt;God&lt;/b&gt;. I've always feel like I'm selfish in many things but if it weren't for Him, I'll never make it this far in life. Thank you for all You've done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To all my friends and family, I love you all for your support in 2011 and I pray for your well being in life. I hope that God blesses you all and may we all have a more awesome 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy New Year!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-6968552150053449292?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6968552150053449292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=6968552150053449292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6968552150053449292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6968552150053449292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-post.html' title='A New Year&apos;s Post'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-5240315919334882566</id><published>2011-06-11T14:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T14:20:17.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Vacances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember back when I can tease or &lt;s&gt;mock&lt;/s&gt; make fun of those who spend hours in front of their laptop or computer surfing the net, playing computer games or anything related with being online or just using the laptop for hours. I always have this punch line especially when they ask if I've heard or read of something new online or not. I'll always answer; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Oh, I don't know about that. I was busy doing something else. Something called LIVING LIFE".&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm just a friggin' hypocrite.That's how fast things turn around and hit you in the ass.For the last 3 hours or so I've been online of 3 different websites; Facebook, Ultimate Guitar and YouTube. Now that I blogged, it's only the fourth website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really out of ideas of what to do back here in Kuching for the next four months. The wait is long but I do like being on this long vacation.I'm kinda thinking what to do in the coming weeks. At least for now I have the Rainforest Music Festival to look forward to in July but how about the weeks after or before it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go hiking, jungle trekking, road trips and boat rides. Hell, I wish there's a place in Kuching I can go scuba diving.I think I'm asking too much. Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out to drink or clubbing at night isn't at the top of my list right now but it's an option to pass the time for certain nights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-5240315919334882566?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5240315919334882566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=5240315919334882566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5240315919334882566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5240315919334882566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2011/06/vacances.html' title='Vacances'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-2955572950728609334</id><published>2011-05-05T01:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T02:40:15.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Dear Government,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're one of those who supports this government, I advise you not to take to your heart about what I'm gonna because I'm not holding back and instead of censoring what I'll say, I'll &lt;b&gt;emphasize&lt;/b&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First and foremost, I'm still outraged at the fact that Malaysian government sell our oil to other country. Try to imagine this; &lt;b&gt;WE DIG FOR OIL JUST TO SELL THEM OFF&lt;/b&gt;. Get the picture? Doing that causes us, the &lt;i&gt;"rakyat"&lt;/i&gt;, having to pay for &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"subsidized"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; petrol that our government imports from another country. In doing so, &lt;b&gt;they have the liberty to increase the petrol prices anytime and anyhow they want&lt;/b&gt;. For Christ sake we have our own petroleum company!! What is PETRONAS there for when they refine oil for it to be exported?! Even if a little of it is being exported, it still makes a huge difference on the people because our country is still having a lot of people that are poor. RON95 is &lt;b&gt;an excuse&lt;/b&gt; to make yourself look better, Mr. Najib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Speaking of poor, I do applaud the government on their extended effort to reduce the poverty head count ratio at the national poverty line to a mere 3.8% in 2009 (&lt;a href="http://data.worldbank.org/country/malaysia"&gt;info&lt;/a&gt;). However, I still can't stop myself at poking the government at the fact that people are still being underpaid at certain job sectors. I also can't stop noticing the difference in pay for those working in a more dense location such as Kuala Lumpur having generally higher pay that others from other city with lesser dense population. Care to explain? We all pay for the same price of petrol. Cost of living may not be the same but there are not far off. Other cities don't have advance transportation such as the LRT but have to travel further using cars or motorcycle. That translates to more expenditure on the ever-rising-highly-priced petroleum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's move on. Now, the &lt;b&gt;biggest joke&lt;/b&gt; that one can utter from his or her mouth is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the idea of 1Malaysia's Email&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Son of a bitch! Did you bang your head or something?! Is the stress in the office too much for you?! Are you blind?! Are you deaf?! Are you &lt;b&gt;THAT STUPID&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quite frankly, that is a waste of RM50 million that you can put to use on way better things. The world is already being monopolized my Google, Yahoo! and Microsoft. Having an email from the government is like &lt;b&gt;having an email to use for the sole purpose to create a game account to do botting for online gaming so that your real account won't get banned&lt;/b&gt;. That shows how worthless it is. Having every Malaysian to have their own 1Malaysia email account is like looking down on each and everyone of us. Why? Because &lt;b&gt;we are not stupid till the point we can't make or have our own email account&lt;/b&gt;. Not everyone is tech savvy, yes, I agree. But not everyone wants to have an email account. It's the same as not everyone wants to be on Facebook. I do know people who are like that but it doesn't mean they aren't tech savvy and don't have an email account or don't know how to make one. Resource says that the email is for official purposes and will be given to those over the age of 18 years old. Dude, I turned 18 years old about 4 years ago but I've yet to have an official matter to deal with the government. Heck, I never had such thing in my whole life. And by the way, kids at the age of 5 years old can make their own GMail, Yahoo! Mail or Hotmail. Don't be such a &lt;b&gt;dick&lt;/b&gt; and waste the people's money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The next thing is taxes. Everybody hate taxes. The thing that we hate most if the taxes imposed on imported goods. I know that we are encouraged to buy local goods but there is a phrase that says &lt;i&gt;"cheap things not good and good things not cheap"&lt;/i&gt;. What does it have to do with what I said? Simple. Malaysian goods are cheap, yes. but they are not anywhere near good. To a lot of countries, our goods are just a piece of trash. To the locals, especially those who can afford the better ones, the local goods are also not weighed as an option. So the government takes advantage of this situation and put extremely high tax on imported goods especially cars. When a country makes its people buy an imported car at triple of the price without the taxes, they clearly wants the people to buy its local car. I tell you government that your car is only good for &lt;b&gt;taxi drivers to make money for a living&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, by the way, you're so caught up on other things that you forgot something; &lt;b&gt;taxi drivers start charging double the price of the meter after 1145pm&lt;/b&gt;. You know, they aren't supposed to do that and frankly they aren't supposed to charge double. Why? Because in the taxi there is a guide about how the charges work and there is a guide that says &lt;b&gt;they are to be paid 50% extra&lt;/b&gt;. Which means to say if the trip is RM10, they are supposed to be paid RM15. But no, they expects RM20 or they won't bother bringing you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right, I just remembered. You ministers don't have to use taxi at all. You have your personal drivers so you don't care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Till next time, signing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Reading all these back especially about the email makes me realize that our top &lt;b&gt;dogs&lt;/b&gt; are nothing but lunatics. RM50 million to make emails? You wanna cater for people who are not Malaysians too is it? Is that your motive? To try and get a foothold in the email industry? It is a big money industry with all the advertising that GMail, Yahoo! Mail and Hotmail gets. I start to really think that it's the &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; motive behind the email idea. Besides, our government is rarely transparent to its people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-2955572950728609334?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2955572950728609334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=2955572950728609334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2955572950728609334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2955572950728609334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-government.html' title='Dear Government,'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-6766373469618630694</id><published>2011-04-13T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T14:10:57.069+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Random Post 2011 - 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, I', in my Phonetics and Phonology class. It's pretty awesome that we can blog and listen in class at the same time. Not to mention playing flash games on Newgrounds and Bgames. I love what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it's the final week of the semester. The only week that I'd look forward to each semester. I look forward to this week cause it makes you look forward to the holidays. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing much been happening recently. Life is pretty much routine but I'm glad it's the end now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennica's keyboard is making more noise than mine right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that the last few weeks have been about eating and having pork escapade. At least now I've a few places to get good pork-based food. Missing the Marmite pork and pork noodle I had last week. Can't wait to return and have more of it. I also found a place where they have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laksa&lt;/span&gt; that actually look like the ones I can get back home. Sadly, it really makes me can't wait to be back home. Missing Kuching a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-------*WRITER'S BLOCK MOMENT*--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, excuse me. I've games to play. Hahahahahah!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-6766373469618630694?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6766373469618630694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=6766373469618630694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6766373469618630694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6766373469618630694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2011/04/random-post-2011-3.html' title='A Random Post 2011 - 3'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-6154909563376517037</id><published>2011-03-21T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:07:29.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Random Post 2011 - 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really stuck to the Rockeeter song by Far East Movement. Really love it. Somehow. But nothing beats Eminem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm attached to Eminem's No Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last few weeks been busy a little. Having a play coming up on the final week so gotta practice more on scripts. Oh how much I'm not looking forward to it. Getting butterflies already even though it's 3 weeks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 WEEKS?!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I gotta learn not to panic. Chill Ivan. You're cool as a &lt;s&gt;CUMCUMber&lt;/s&gt;cucumber. You can handle it. Just pretend no one is watching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a pretty nice day today. Surprisingly nice one. Met my Thai friends in the morning, had instant noodle for lunch, a little nap after, met my lecturer on my assignment, played basketball and fish and chip for dinner. What a way to cap the night off with some Koko Crunch cereal ready to be eaten. I'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm being totally random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5 weeks to my finals. Feeling kinda prepared for it. Can't wait to get this semester over with. After this we'll be having 4 months break so I have every reason to look forward to the holiday. I think I'm gonna work during the break. I'll die doing nothing. Also I'm looking forward to the Rainforest Music Festival. Finally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... I'm out of steam. I dunno what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Koko Crunch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-6154909563376517037?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6154909563376517037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=6154909563376517037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6154909563376517037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6154909563376517037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-post-2011-2.html' title='A Random Post 2011 - 2'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-8716052417670154165</id><published>2011-02-19T20:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T20:54:22.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Angel Brought Me Here</title><content type='html'>A cold winter morning,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling I cannot help to lose.&lt;br /&gt;As dull as it is, as dead as it is,&lt;br /&gt;As cold as it is, as hopeless as it is.&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I cannot shake loose.&lt;br /&gt;While soft falling of the snow &lt;br /&gt;On cold winter grounds chills everything,&lt;br /&gt;So did the perfect nightmare of my December.&lt;br /&gt;But before me an angel appeared.&lt;br /&gt;Gentle as the summer's breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Blew away all doubts and fears.&lt;br /&gt;Like the warm summer's rain,&lt;br /&gt;Washing away the coldness and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful like the summer's day,&lt;br /&gt;Lively as the summer's meadow,&lt;br /&gt;You waltzed you way to this lost soul.&lt;br /&gt;Colouring the black and white of this sketch,&lt;br /&gt;Lighting up the dark skies,&lt;br /&gt;Shining rays of hope and faith.&lt;br /&gt;Lifting me up above all others,&lt;br /&gt;Giving me wings to fly and believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;Giving me hope, giving me chance.&lt;br /&gt;To love you once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-8716052417670154165?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8716052417670154165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=8716052417670154165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8716052417670154165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8716052417670154165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2011/02/angle-brought-me-here.html' title='Angel Brought Me Here'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-7857231350724403650</id><published>2011-02-10T20:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:07:57.942+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Post'/><title type='text'>A Random Post 2011 - 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Week 1 is out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view on my course? It's not as easy as you may think. There's a part to it which is actually hard. I've no clue why we have this subject but we do. It's called Phonetics and Phonology. It's a pretty challenging subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://main.makeuseoflimited.netdna-cdn.com/tech-fun/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/reallife.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 1740px;" src="http://main.makeuseoflimited.netdna-cdn.com/tech-fun/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/reallife.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I graduated from Form 6, my life changed a lot. Was it for the better or not, I can't tell. Within the span of 6 months when I was waiting for my STPM result and being accepted into a university, the span of time where I was a barista in Starbucks Kuching International Airport, I felt I undergo a huge change. The process went on till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm a far open minded person than I was before. I see things in a different light. I can accept a lot of things in life like having friends who are gay or something like that. I'm more open to a lot of things and I know you can talk about almost anything to me. Except politics. I said almost didn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a holiday now. From tomorrow (Friday, 11th February 2011) till Tuesday (15th February 2011). Long eh? Actually I've a class on Tuesdays but coming Tuesday is a public holiday and I'm wondering how am I gonna pull myself out of an unusually long weekend to have 2 days of classes, then having a 4 days break again. I dunno whether to like or hate my schedule. Of course some of you may think I have a great schedule but think about it - Thursday class ends at 4pm, my weekend starts. That's great! Friday off is something everyone loves. Saturday is naturally an all-time favourite. then people have Sunday to tone down from the weekend and back to work on Monday. As for me, I've almost no one to entertain me when Sunday comes and I've Monday to tone down from the weekend and get myself together for a 9am class the next day. That means, generally, I'll have a lonelier Sunday night and Monday. Fun? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot to catch up in class. I feel like a cat chasing a mouse. I'm Tom. The lesson is Jerry. I just hope I don't get whacked by anything along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at that picture which I found by &lt;a href="http://www.stumbleupon.com/"&gt;Stumble&lt;/a&gt;-ing on it a while ago. I can't stop cracking up at ideal life's "Wife suggest threesome". Kinky smile. I wish life was easy going like that. Not that I do hope or wish my wife will suggest to have a threesome &lt;s&gt;although I think it would be AWE-Wait for it-SOME!!&lt;/s&gt; cause that's kinda... I dunno what to say. You think yourself. Sadly, my life is more of the "Weekend Life"-like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this post, I'd like you to have a look at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.boingboing.net/images/201011191019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 700px;" src="http://www.boingboing.net/images/201011191019.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool eh? I wish out traffic lights are like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P/S : I do not own rights to all of the pictures.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-7857231350724403650?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7857231350724403650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=7857231350724403650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7857231350724403650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7857231350724403650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-post-2011-1.html' title='A Random Post 2011 - 1'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-4951854303904652616</id><published>2011-02-08T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:54:56.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>An Apology to Myself and Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've reached to a point where I feel like I've no life. Like seriously. What will I do most of my time this semester? Wasting time. I've changed my course and I'm only having about 12hours of lesson in a week. My classes run from Tuesday till Thursday and that's it. I have a &lt;b&gt;damn long&lt;/b&gt; weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OHHHHSSSUUUUMMM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm very much looking forward to this new start. I've met the lecturers and they seem all cool. Looks good. Kinda eager to meet my fellow coursemates. I'm not gonna get my hopes all high cause we're talking about Malaysians here who are pretty much &lt;i&gt;un-"open minded"&lt;/i&gt; to begin with. Let's just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a low key few days for me. Nothing seem right. No one else to blame but me. I learned my lesson. Know what, my dad was right. I guess that's why he's my dad. When I was younger he used to tell me that I learn things the hard way. Experience it first hand is always my way of doing things. It does have it's good side and bad side to it. But there are things you just should know that it's bad enough not to experience it first hand. Life can be &lt;s&gt;a bitch&lt;/s&gt; hard on you if you want it to, so to speak. I dunno which to believe. Things happen for a reason or you're the reason things happen. I mean, if you do it, you're the reason eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty messed up now. I dunno what to think or where to start. If someone new were to meet me, I think their first impression on me will be along the line of someone who is boring. Still, every morning I pick myself up from the dirty hole I fell into. I work to get through the day. I pray I live through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time for a change. I messed myself up. However, I know I'm better than this. I know I can be better. I can achieve my goals in life. I know I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time may not be on my side but it's not an excuse not to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends who cared, I'm sorry. From deep down inside, I'm sorry for what happened and for what I did. If there is someone out there who cares for me other than my family, it's you all. Thanks for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself, I'm sorry for who you became. It's time to let it go and turn a new leaf. It's never too late and you've been given another chance. This time, no messing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the &lt;i&gt;new&lt;/i&gt; me, move on with life. Take control and don't let go. &lt;s&gt;Fuck&lt;/s&gt; Screw the world and what other people may say and think. Some may not accept you, but those who do are your true friends. You'll know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I hope I'm forgiven. I'll take this chance and work my way up. Thanks. Thanks. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-4951854303904652616?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4951854303904652616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=4951854303904652616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4951854303904652616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4951854303904652616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2011/02/apology-to-myself-and-everyone.html' title='An Apology to Myself and Everyone'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-1948835838790445099</id><published>2011-01-29T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:24:41.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>What's a Childhood like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A month almost gone in the year 2011. Pretty amazing that time flies by fast when you're living it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I liked how my year kicked off. Loved all the thrill and spill. Pretty good by my standards. It's just the beginning of the year and I've treated myself to a few new things already. More to come? I hope!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2011. I just realized that we're into a new decade. My &lt;s&gt;half-assed&lt;/s&gt; brain couldn't process the fact that I'm gonna be 22 years old soon and I've yet to register myself as a legit voter (yeah, I just say out who I support). Then again, I'm an irresponsible &lt;s&gt;bastard&lt;/s&gt; guy who couldn't care for shit about things like this (at least for now) so I'm not worried about anything that has to do with politics. Not interested in it in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was going through Facebook News Feed and I noticed something about some videos being posted up which irks me; Kids nowadays don't know where they belong in life. Back in our days and our generation, we lived like real kids. We run around fields, chase our friends, scream at each other, make our parents and teachers pissed off, argue with our siblings, making our parents embarrassed in public and all sorts of things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's a different picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You have kids at the age of 11 years old having video or himself/herself singing covers of mainstream songs on Youtube. You have kids showing off what they're capable of at such tender age. There are a lot of videos like that and frankly, I don't really like it. I mean, what happens to your childhood? If someone were to ask you what you did when you were younger, can you answer like most kids do? I know I can cause I lived my childhood days how it was supposed to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, I'm really &lt;b&gt;JEALOUS&lt;/b&gt; of these talented kids...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kinda blame the parents for not doing their part in shaping a &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; childhood. When I have my kids, even though they are talented, I will not let them do these kind of media exploiting things yet. I want them to enjoy a real childhood first before growing into teenage. Maybe only after puberty they can indulge themselves in shits like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Know of the phrase "it's never too late to begin"? Well, it is true. So anything a child is talented in can be explored at an older age. Since he/she is talented in it, he/she will pick it up in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's not defy the law of nature. We grow up from a baby to a child to a teenager to a young adult and then hit adulthood. I don't wanna go more than that cause I don't wanna think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Babies need love and caring the most. We give them what they want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Children are curious about life and starts asking you questions you wish you can avoid. You tell them white lies and say babies are made in factories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Teenagers hit puberty and starts &lt;i&gt;experimenting&lt;/i&gt;, keeping secrets from you and lying to you. You give them a good whacking when needed and support whenever you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Young adults wanna be independent from parents and live their life. As a parent you gotta show them respect for trying and give them the chance to move on in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Life is like that. It's like the 3R recycle thinggy-ma-jinggy. Except more complications. I always have a dream that when I become a dad, I want my children's friends tell them, &lt;i&gt;"Wow! Your dad is so cool!"&lt;/i&gt;. I want them to say, &lt;i&gt;"Dad! My friend's dad is so cool! Why can't you be like his dad?"&lt;/i&gt;. It's my only obsession as a dad for now. Kinda lame eh? But, ask yourself. What dad/mum do you wanna be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nonetheless, this is a talk that will only materialize in maybe 10 years time? For now, I'm at the young adult phase. I wanna enjoy what I can and while I can. Live life to the fullest. You never know till when you're gonna live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, for the record, I think Youtube should ban the uploading of videos of people of the age younger than 18 years old who sings or make any form of cover of music. Why? In a way, it's actually exploiting the younger generation. Look at Justin Bieber. His voice was like a kid when he came out with hits like &lt;i&gt;One Time&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Baby Baby&lt;/i&gt;. In his latest single &lt;i&gt;Pray&lt;/i&gt;, he sounds awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad he sounds awful. Cause it shows that the girls that likes Justin Bieber likes him for his looks, not singing and voice (which is what a song is about). When I said girls, I mean all the guys who are going for his concert too. &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU PUSSIES!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-1948835838790445099?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/1948835838790445099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=1948835838790445099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/1948835838790445099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/1948835838790445099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2011/01/whats-childhood-like.html' title='What&apos;s a Childhood like?'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-5542487145297247784</id><published>2011-01-09T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T00:28:44.630+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>The 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 8 days into 2011. All I can think of now are the new challenges in the year 2011. Very much looking forward to improve myself in every aspect possible. In 4 months time before I'll be back in Kuching, I wanna be a different person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a pretty awesome beginning week for the year thanks to all my &lt;i&gt;homies&lt;/i&gt;. You guys rock and forever will rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm now back in KL. I was so gonna be very homesick and I know that but thankfully I have Omer here to cheer me up. And guess how we did it... We got ourselves belated Christmas presents. I got myself headphones (something I've been dying to get in ages) and a new wallet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TSiQL2aREHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LACOme7AcA4/s1600/IMG00254-20110108-1040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TSiQL2aREHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LACOme7AcA4/s320/IMG00254-20110108-1040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559852273247522930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm loving the white wallet and satisfied with the headphones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7 days. The amount of time I need to get my head straight and knock in sense into my tiny brain. I've made myself a few targets for this year. Some of you may say it's a new year's resolution but I'd rather call them targets. &lt;i&gt;Lol&lt;/i&gt;. Anyway, here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1. If there is one person I'm gonna please, it's gonna be myself first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2. I've been terrible at this but I have to do it - Grow closer to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3. Work harder to improve my grades - it's been a little disappointing so yeah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4. Learn to be more open and friendly to anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5. Improve on current skills - especially basketball, guitar and I will pick up golf again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6. Learn something new - I'm thinking something along the line of martial art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7. Spend less on unnesseccary things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8. Eat healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As of now, these are the things I hope to achieve this year. If not all, a few of it will do. I don't wanna disappoint myself by putting things that are almost impossible to achieve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Live life without regret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy while you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is me, signing off. Cheers to the new year and new beginning for all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-5542487145297247784?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5542487145297247784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=5542487145297247784&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5542487145297247784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5542487145297247784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='The 2011'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TSiQL2aREHI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LACOme7AcA4/s72-c/IMG00254-20110108-1040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-8595486266647843434</id><published>2010-12-30T01:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T03:16:26.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>Peace Out 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's the final 2 days of 2010 and quite frankly, time never did me justice throughout the year. Now that we're just 48 hours from ushering the new year, we always look back to the past and do a little reminiscent of how well we spent the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for myself, I think the last few months of the year were the best I had. However, life has been a roller coaster but I had little regret in all that I do during this period of time. I've learned to appreciate all the little things in life. Everything is precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt3ZxumWuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3k_8pOmXIns/s1600/editedNew%2BYear%2BCelebration%2B046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt3ZxumWuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3k_8pOmXIns/s320/editedNew%2BYear%2BCelebration%2B046.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556165850020862690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt4OnR_LxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GT6esfMRrg0/s1600/editedNew%2BYear%2BCelebration%2B066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt4OnR_LxI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GT6esfMRrg0/s320/editedNew%2BYear%2BCelebration%2B066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556166757749567250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember celebrating New Year for 2010 in KL. I really dreaded that I had to spend it away from my friends in Kuching. Thank God I had people to celebrate it with in KL. Going to Pavillion and the city centre are was amazing. Seeing tourist and doing the count down together was great. It is really nice to meet many people and have fun with random strangers. Also, seeing the road in front of Bukit Bintang Plaza being so dirty, never thought that people over in KL are nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt4mZ_CPqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M9AP0jj7Xxg/s1600/editedNew%2BYear%2BCelebration%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt4mZ_CPqI/AAAAAAAAAIM/M9AP0jj7Xxg/s320/editedNew%2BYear%2BCelebration%2B038.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556167166497275554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for the last New Year guys. Will see you in the new semester. Anyway, moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a few things going on in February and March. Sadly I'm not much of a picture kind of person so I have nothing to show or tell cause I can remember vaguely what I did in those months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the few things I remembered is having the quietest birthday celebration. Occasionally I'd have a BBQ or a dinner with my family but this year it was all quiet. My aunt fell very ill and some time close to my birthday, she passed away. It was a really sad time and seeing her pass away right in front of me made me realize how fragile is life. I love my aunt. She used to look after me and my brother when our parents were busy in the afternoon. My dad would always drop us at her place and we would stay there till late evening when my mum pick us up. It really brought our family close together. I pray that she is happy in heaven now and not only watching over her family, I hope that she watch over me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When came July, I had to go back KL and continue my studies. Second year was beckoning. It was a hard time for myself cause I had to juggle a few things and settle in because in the beginning I had problems with my accommodation in KL. I am really grateful to have a friend like Andre who helped me a lot with that problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By October, I got to know more friends both in UM and outside. A fellow housemate, Omer Anwar who is from Pakistan, became one of my best friend during the time I spent in KL. I can never stop thinking that he is one of the coolest guy I met. I have also made a friend from Brunei, Ibrahim Ali, and one from Mauritius, Khodabux Ikhlaas. Along the way I also made a bunch of Korean friends who I can hardly get their names right (what more to spell it!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt-c8nfywI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gdPbbCSSOkY/s1600/31102010104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt-c8nfywI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gdPbbCSSOkY/s320/31102010104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556173601064864514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt-cvKBseI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iG46UceXzMw/s1600/31102010105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt-cvKBseI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iG46UceXzMw/s320/31102010105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556173597451596258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then in the last two months I got to meet and befriend more people. I am &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; very blessed to have friends like the ones I have. I will never ever trade them for anyone else in life. At times, the word blessed does not even cut it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am glad I got to where I am in life now. Everything happens for a reason. You do not have to know why some things happen. Just accept life for what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuAJtyxaGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mfVmdwke9kg/s1600/17112010182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuAJtyxaGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/mfVmdwke9kg/s320/17112010182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556175469691365474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beer has always been out companion...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuA3Qq1eOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ORXYCpDVFGY/s1600/27112010232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuA3Qq1eOI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ORXYCpDVFGY/s320/27112010232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556176252147431650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best simplest Western dinner I ever had in my whole life...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuESiEW7bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tQX9w6Y_UHE/s1600/IMG_8555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuESiEW7bI/AAAAAAAAAI0/tQX9w6Y_UHE/s320/IMG_8555.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556180019209235890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We will always be brothers for life =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuIMwxm-YI/AAAAAAAAAJM/o5MEyIC4mC8/s1600/IMG_8626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuIMwxm-YI/AAAAAAAAAJM/o5MEyIC4mC8/s320/IMG_8626.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556184318124423554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuIMjZaqLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ODL-Kp-G72M/s1600/IMG_8594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRuIMjZaqLI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ODL-Kp-G72M/s320/IMG_8594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556184314533292210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you ever wanna look for the life of the party, you should find these people!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the few things I learn when hanging out with these people, when you go out to have fun, look for fun. Do not wait for it to come to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't waste your life on sad shit. Enjoy it while you still can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy responsibly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peace out 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-8595486266647843434?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8595486266647843434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=8595486266647843434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8595486266647843434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8595486266647843434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/12/peace-out-2010.html' title='Peace Out 2010'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TRt3ZxumWuI/AAAAAAAAAH8/3k_8pOmXIns/s72-c/editedNew%2BYear%2BCelebration%2B046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-2767965882694091337</id><published>2010-11-29T23:22:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:57:11.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Good Times'/><title type='text'>The Fun is always at the End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPLMwHxptI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ejF29Br0wnk/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPLMwHxptI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ejF29Br0wnk/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544998986159597266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yous truly... My behind. Hahahaha!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPT5Y76dVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yc4w1qRJFmc/s1600/me%2Bdown%2BDL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPT5Y76dVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yc4w1qRJFmc/s320/me%2Bdown%2BDL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545008549122962770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yours truly downing some Black Label Johnnie Walker..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tonight is the the first night in the past 3 or 4 nights where we have a really quiet night. I guess to everything in this world, there is an end to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even life itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm gonna miss the last 2 months so much. Ever since after the Raya holiday, almost everything went up. The mood of staying here. Of course there are certain facets that don't quite live up to expectation but other than that, it's been an unforgettable ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because days come and go,&lt;br /&gt;But my feelings for you are forever...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those words are the exact things I wanna say to Andre, Omer, Gary, Stephanie and Amir. You guys rock my world so much the last few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've no much words to say. The idea of leaving this home doesn't want to sink in my brain. Too much had happened in a too short time to actually accept the fact that we have to leave this home in a day or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPNh0F2PRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AM6M_1Y1dQ0/s1600/sheesha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPNh0F2PRI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AM6M_1Y1dQ0/s320/sheesha.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545001547025759506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dearest friend, Omer and one of his favourite past time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite a lot has happened and my dear friend, I'll be honest on this. You changed me. Hahaha! in a good way or bad, I'd say &lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt;. But I &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; it. We had a lot of fun. I can't use the word tons but a lot is just more that awesome. I've yet to have sheesha with many people but I think I won't have much fun having sheesha as I did with you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPNhI8PuJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SV9LMUq_A88/s1600/andre%2Bomer%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPNhI8PuJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SV9LMUq_A88/s320/andre%2Bomer%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545001535442761874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andre and Omer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say other than thank you to both this two &lt;s&gt;son of a bitch&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;amigo&lt;/i&gt;? Hahaha! You guys are more than awesome to have me as a house mate. You guys made me meet new friends and some of them are just awesome too, &lt;i&gt;Exhibit A: Iskandar&lt;/i&gt;, and I'm grateful for that.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPNhuqXf0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2EUwf9qgMKc/s1600/me%2Band%2Bgary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPNhuqXf0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/2EUwf9qgMKc/s320/me%2Band%2Bgary.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545001545568321346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;The loveable Gary Jita!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the time we went to Aly &amp;amp; Fila at Zouk!, we went clubbing just once. And that was the only time I need to know that you're one of the best dude to have around. Hahaha! Thanks for being the chef to our meals at home and I gotta hand it to you, I learned a lot even though we had just a few cooking session. Looking forward to having you over in Christmas this year.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPWQjn_huI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IFaJXs8O5kk/s1600/steph%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPWQjn_huI/AAAAAAAAAHg/IFaJXs8O5kk/s320/steph%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545011146152445666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stephanie Bong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing. It was always fun having you around. You're just like a little kid with super sugar rush. And all the time we had a drinking game, you just own. By the way, I beat your record of drinking the whole drink of 4 times. I had 6 cups the last time we drank.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPWQGlkxSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vpOINa2zwSc/s1600/me%2Band%2Bva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPWQGlkxSI/AAAAAAAAAHY/vpOINa2zwSc/s320/me%2Band%2Bva.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545011138357675298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vanessa Michelle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one weekend spent with us, you have a few songs to remember us by. Hahaha! Cool eh? It was great having you over and really fun hanging out with you. Glad you had fun too. We should hang out more often and who knows, more "clubbing" session. Hahahaha! Don't worry &lt;i&gt;laa&lt;/i&gt;.. You have me and Gary as guards. XD&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the crazy shit I did tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Those will be the best memories...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPYlb3NxnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ypoH2P9fr-M/s1600/family%2Bphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPYlb3NxnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ypoH2P9fr-M/s320/family%2Bphoto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545013703869318770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an off-the-chart semester. Wish it didn't have to come to an end this soon. But I'm looking forward to the next cause I believe we can have more fun together again. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing is impossible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPYmO_6DZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KQZlTzBdaVM/s1600/omer%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPYmO_6DZI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KQZlTzBdaVM/s320/omer%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545013717595983250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omer, I just love this picture. I may not have lived up to your expectation of a wingman or even just a friend, you never failed me. Thanks a million buddy. Hey, the offer of going of going to Kuching is still on. You just have to tell me. We can arrange &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; plans and all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-2767965882694091337?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2767965882694091337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=2767965882694091337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2767965882694091337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2767965882694091337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-is-always-at-end.html' title='The Fun is always at the End'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TPPLMwHxptI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ejF29Br0wnk/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-2008160820330960422</id><published>2010-11-23T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T01:14:16.709+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Thirst!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In exactly 11 hours, I'll be having my first finals paper. Basic English for Academic Purposes it is named.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And here I am listening to Ministry of Sound's Trance Nation The Collection 2010 album. It's pretty amazing. 4 CDs of non-stop trance music. I love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what's missing from Kuching's clubbing scene? Trance music. Electro too. I mean, not that it's really missing. It's just that no one really enjoys it. Few days back I was at Zouk KL with my fellow buddies, Andre, Omer and Gary, it was awesome. Aly and Fila were there to perform (although Aly didn't come) that night and people we very much into the music. Pretty good. I'm missing that night already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm looking forward to &lt;a href="http://thirst.com.my/"&gt;Thirst&lt;/a&gt; at Sepang International Circuit on the 4th of December. Who's gonna be entertaining us? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goldfish and Blink&lt;/b&gt; (KL DJs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ian Ross&lt;/b&gt; (held residency in places like Euphoria, Atmosphere, Maison and Bliss)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joey G&lt;/b&gt; (winner for Heineken Thirst Studio 2006)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godskitchen.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Godskitchen Boombox&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;(I so wanna see that thing!! It's 16m wide, 8m high and 6m deep!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sander van Doorn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuckie&lt;/b&gt; (recently the coveted TMF "Best Dance DJ" award)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Richard Durand&lt;/b&gt; (remember the "In Search for Sunrise" CD collection Tiesto used to do? Now it's him who is the man doing that line of CDs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cool? I'm looking forward to Richard Durand, Chuckie and Sander van Doorn's performance. It's gonna be, &lt;i&gt;quoting Barney&lt;/i&gt;, "Legen!.... I hope you're not allergic to dairy products cause it's.... Dary!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This semester is just &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;AMAZING&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-2008160820330960422?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2008160820330960422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=2008160820330960422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2008160820330960422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2008160820330960422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/thirst.html' title='Thirst!'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-4535950179527861244</id><published>2010-11-21T01:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:56:34.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>The End is Near</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last few days have been amazing. It has been great, I really don't want it to end. Every time I think about having my finals beginning on Tuesday, it just kills the mood. Frankly, I'm enjoying myself so much right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;November has been a great month. Having a break from class just made it even better. Sadly I haven't done much studying so I guess I'm gonna bury myself in books next week till Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel my head is spinning...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm looking forward to next year. Big news: I'm changing my course to Bachelor of Language and Lingustic of English next semester. No more learning Chemistry and complaining about it. One big target in my head is to get high grades and try out for student exchange to UK or something like that. I'm putting the USA and Australia as a choice too so look out people. But I'll keep on trying hard for UK. I really wanna go somewhere that's cold everyday and I can wear tons of layers of clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm actually listening to Need For Speed Underground 2 soundtrack right now. I miss songs like Get Low, Lean Back, Riders on the Storm. I miss the game too. But I really wanna play Need for Speed Carbon. Who has it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't wait to touch down in Kuching. But before that, clubbing at either The Mist or Reggae Bar and going to a rave party. Hahaha! I kinda have a list of what I wanna do when I'm back there;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(1)  Dinner with my friends whom I haven't meet in a long time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(2)  Carpenter Street's Pork Soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(3)  Laksa Sarawak at Golden Arch Mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(4)  Fried Kuey Tiaw at Eastmoore Cafe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(5)  Pork Leg Rice at Sister's Cafe / Mix Pork Rice at Ah Loke (Pending)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(6)  Christmas dinner (BBQ)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(7)  bing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(8)  Starbucks tHe Spring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(9)  *Insert anything fun to do*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Feeling a little nostalgic now. Missing all the good times I had in Kuching. But all I can do is look forward cause gonna be having more friends to enjoy with this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Too bad still missing someone special in the picture this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-4535950179527861244?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4535950179527861244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=4535950179527861244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4535950179527861244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4535950179527861244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-is-near.html' title='The End is Near'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-6601354677633393361</id><published>2010-11-08T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:49:39.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best gifts of life are those people around you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already the second week of 'holiday' and I can proudly say I've achieved nothing significant yet. This really sucks. All I've been doing is my math studies and I've yet to touch anything on Organic Chemistry. I feel soo worried that whatever I'm doing is not even staying in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is studying is so,ething not easy to do? I really envy those high achievers. What makes it worse is them who are good at both studies and sports. It still gets worse than that. Those who are good in almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just want a small part of your brain.. Give me some...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I wanna say God is unfair but we as human beings cannot question His judgement and His will. We all were born to serve Him. It's our taks to ask Him what His will for us is. Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second year in university life is not so much of what I dream of. I did have more friends but sadly, being here in Malaysia, there are a lot of things that can restrict you from bonding with friends. Like tons of assignments, activities and the locals view of guys and girls hanging out together. If you're not a foreigner, they'll have bad impressions of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like being myself here. I get funny questions and respones from people. I mean, who has ever heard of my race, Kelabit? Not many of you eh? It's cool. And I'm liking it. Although I'd like to try and change something about myself. Maybe I should stop thinking of what other people may think of what I'm doing and just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Coffee break is up. Time to hit the books again.&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/3158152875345040388-6601354677633393361?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6601354677633393361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=6601354677633393361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6601354677633393361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6601354677633393361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/best-gifts-of-life-are-those-opeople.html' title='The best gifts of life are those people around you'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-6016742517729605382</id><published>2010-11-04T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:27:36.322+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>2 Months to New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's finally November. This year has been great and it's almost time to look forward to a new one. Nonetheless, there is still 2 months to finish up before we can say hello to 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking forward to it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hell yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been an eventful year for me. This semester has been great too. One of the few funny things to happen is me getting this &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;: "Are you Korean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I understand being called a Chinese, but, Korean? Bear in mind that most of my new friends that I made this year are international students. It's really awesome to know these people. Heck, I'd rather have them as friends cause I'd love to know their culture and stuff. Not to mention that most of them are far more open minded than locals, especially those over this side of the country. I can't imagine how &lt;i&gt;narrow&lt;/i&gt; minded some of these fools can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway... Do you remember January 2010? How many of your New Year's resolution have you achieved? Me? I don't know. I even forgot it a week after the new year. Maybe I shall put it up on my blog to remind myself of it eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My finals is in 3 weeks and I'm here posting an update. &lt;i&gt;Lovely&lt;/i&gt;. However, I feel I'll be more ready for the finals this time. Maybe that's why I seem a little relaxed here. Well, actually, I am. In fact, been playing a lot of DotA for the last few weeks. Not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the next two months, I think I wanna achieve something. Something good. Last weekend I already got myself one of the best weekend I ever had here in KL. Somehow a part of me feels like pranking someone. I think I miss the high school times when we pranked people. Awesome time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Depavali tomorrow. the library today was unusually empty. It feels weird being in the library today. Maybe cause I'm used to seeing a lot of people in here. I guess most people headed back to their respective hometown already. I'm stuck here instead. But I think it's the best decision I've made. Staying here would be far better than going back Kuching. No one is there and I don't think I'll enjoy my time there. Still, I can't wait to be back. There is always no place like home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know what sucks? You're still studying in university and you have a bunch of your friends graduating. Dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-6016742517729605382?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/6016742517729605382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=6016742517729605382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6016742517729605382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/6016742517729605382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/11/2-months-to-new-year.html' title='2 Months to New Year'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-8655200220775370125</id><published>2010-09-23T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T11:38:59.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Wake Me Up When September Ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year was pretty amazing. Time really flies by if you're enjoying your life. I know I am. I can proudly say I didn't do much worrying this year at all. Maybe that's just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm feeling pretty pumped up now. Had a 2 weeks semester break and I think it was what we needed. More rest, time off studies for a while, more time hanging out with friends and going places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, now it's back to business and I do feel I'm a little bit left behind in some areas but doing some catching up now. Last semester was bad and I promised myself and people to pick up my grades. Don't wanna be disappointing them eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know, I've been thinking about some things in life. Maybe I've been watching How I Met Your Mother a lot the last few days and weeks but some of the things said in there are pretty true. One of the things that I learned from the show was that you can't plan out your life. Are you one of those &lt;s&gt;douchebag&lt;/s&gt; people who plan out your life? Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All I can really say is live in the present. If you think of making plans, that's still great. Just don't feel let down or disappointed if it doesn't work out. Life is fully of surprise. Some things happen for a reason and possibly the reasoning is better for you. Some things that happen in life may be insignificant at one point of your life but one day, maybe at the altar, you realize that if some of those things didn't happen, you won't be having that guy/girl standing opposite you marrying you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I learnt that from the show too. Cliché? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time for Greenday's Wake Me Up When September ends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-8655200220775370125?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8655200220775370125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=8655200220775370125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8655200220775370125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8655200220775370125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake Me Up When September Ends'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-7144322815766796759</id><published>2010-08-25T20:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:57:22.289+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artist'/><title type='text'>She's Just Hot =)</title><content type='html'>She's just &lt;b&gt;so hot&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I take my eyes off her? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/THUSjqOnnxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/31iQ4y6W5vE/s1600/Yuri2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/THUSjqOnnxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/31iQ4y6W5vE/s320/Yuri2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509330122997997330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/THUSSDLosXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vxiJpkAQM2I/s1600/Yuri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/THUSSDLosXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vxiJpkAQM2I/s320/Yuri.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509329820458725746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... &lt;i&gt;Yuri&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : Don't get jealous =p Nyeheks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-7144322815766796759?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7144322815766796759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=7144322815766796759&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7144322815766796759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7144322815766796759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/shes-just-hot.html' title='She&apos;s Just Hot =)'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/THUSjqOnnxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/31iQ4y6W5vE/s72-c/Yuri2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-3218059407048328631</id><published>2010-08-22T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:11:17.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artist'/><title type='text'>Arthur's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the last few days I've been hearing about some big act coming to Malaysia to perform. Thinking back, this was the time last year when Black Eyed Peas came here and rocked Malaysia. This year, it gets better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Introducing the man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/THEr3KjzbNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nsIh18CnyAY/s1600/Timbaland2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/THEr3KjzbNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nsIh18CnyAY/s320/Timbaland2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508232045978152146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Timbaland!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you think Justin Timberlake is awesome, this guy is beyond that. Justin wouldn't be as cool or successful without this dude here. Even Katy Perry needed him to sing with her in her first single of her current album. Justin, Nelly Futardo, Keri Hilson, and D.O.E even did songs with him in 2 different albums. I bet Miley Cyrus changed her image cause she did a collaboration with Timbaland in Timba's album, Shock Value 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you haven't heard of this man, you must be living in the 1970's. Remember when One Republic's Apologize went number one on the &lt;a href="http://rickydee.com/"&gt;Rick Dee's Top 40 Chart&lt;/a&gt; for a long &lt;s&gt;ass&lt;/s&gt; time? If it wasn't because of Timbaland, they wouldn't even made it to the charts. I have the original song they did without Timba, it &lt;b&gt;suck&lt;/b&gt;ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Frankly, one of the best artist ever to beat the world into music frenzy, Timbaland's CV in the music industry is probably one of the best. The dude don't need to win a Grammy's or anything like that to justify his greatness. I don't even think Will.I.Am is as good as this man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come on!! Timbaland make millions just by making the beat and saying &lt;b&gt;"Eh, eh, ehh..."&lt;/b&gt; in One Republic's Apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beat that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arthur's Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24th September 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunway Lagoon Surf Beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-3218059407048328631?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3218059407048328631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=3218059407048328631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3218059407048328631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3218059407048328631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/arthurs-day-2010.html' title='Arthur&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/THEr3KjzbNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nsIh18CnyAY/s72-c/Timbaland2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-3708691986344923187</id><published>2010-08-18T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:05:25.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><title type='text'>The Annoyance in Clubbers Guide Ibiza 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, I got my hands on Ministry Of Sound Clubbers Guide Ibiza 2010 and guys, it's a great electro album. Not so great for those hardcore electro listeners but I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, the biggest upset was this &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; unknown language song that is in the album. I'm sorry cause I don't understand it at all and the girl in the song keeps on saying "Baby baby baby". The song is titled Baby Baby Baby but isn't saying that in almost every single phrase of the song in an ad lib manner is just &lt;b&gt;too friggin'&lt;/b&gt; annoying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... Just so needed to say that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come on! The artist is Make The Girl Dance. I mean, who the hell would use that as an artist name?! Oh wait... Someone did. Silly me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-3708691986344923187?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3708691986344923187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=3708691986344923187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3708691986344923187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3708691986344923187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/annoyance-in-clubbers-guide-ibiza-2010.html' title='The Annoyance in Clubbers Guide Ibiza 2010'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-8587077526439219834</id><published>2010-08-17T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T14:51:03.228+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BPL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sport'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBA'/><title type='text'>The Month to Kick Off and Tip Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Awesome!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all I've got to say for this month so far. The highly anticipated 2010-2011 season of Barclays Premiere League kicked off last weekend. What better way to start the season eh Manchester United? I loved the fact they extended the Magpies' winless streak in Old Trafford. Although they scored half of what Chelsea did, the points is what that matters most for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With the BPL kicking off, you know the Champions League gonna start soon too. I hope Manchester United can make it to the final again this season. With the addition of Javier Hernandez, who has been on great form during the preseason, I believe things will get better for the Red Devils. Also, Barcelona will definitely make the final if all goes well in their team with the acquisition of David Villa. Real Madrid also can be another team that might reach the final if Kaka, Ronaldo and Higuain can do better than what they did last season. As for Inter Milan and FC Bayern, I don't fancy them going through the quarter finals. Inter lost Mourinho and FC Bayern is still the same old club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, the NBA season is tipping off soon. I money is on the LA Lakers to win a third straight NBA title. The Miami Heat may have acquired "The King" LeBron James and "CB4" Chris Bosh as well as resigning "D-Wade" Dwyane Wade, I don't see them taking the title off "Black Mamba" Kobe Bryant and Co. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come on guys! LeBron against Ron Atrest? Look at what Artest did to Paul Pierce in Game 6 and 7 of the NBA Finals last season. Look at what happens when Artest takes over the game from Kobe when he was needed to do that. Because of Artest, Lakers were champions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chris Bosh versus the foul magnet Pau Gasol? Dude, you're getting your hands full on defending, scoring and trying not to get any fouls. Gasol improved a lot on his free throw shooting so don't be surprised if you can't contain him. And with his high rebounding rate, the Heat is gonna have problem with Lakers crashing the boards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally, the Black Mamba against D-Wade. Something I would say as a loop-sided battle. Kobe may be old but he's still in a different league when compared to D-Wade. Can D-Wade score clutch 3 pointers? Nope. Can D-Wade score when the Heat needs someone to come up with big buckets? Nah. Can D-Wade be the playmaker when he is well guarded and grabbing more than 7 assists? Hardly. But Kobe can do all that when he needs to. Buzzer beaters are something Kobe is used too as well so another plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... I guess it's all sport post eh? I enjoy watching the BPL. Unfortunately I can't watch the NBA but I keep track of news especially LA Lakers, Chicago Bulls and Houston Rockets. I support them. Ahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, being in the library shouldn't be about posting blog post. It's about studying so I gotta study. Having test tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-8587077526439219834?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8587077526439219834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=8587077526439219834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8587077526439219834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8587077526439219834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/month-to-kick-off-and-tip-off.html' title='The Month to Kick Off and Tip Off'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-2124612573868649203</id><published>2010-08-10T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:46:38.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's 1030AM and I already stuck my ass on a chair in the library. It is great if I'm actually studying but the call of internet surfing, chatting, Facebook and many more keeps me away from the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This blog is old. As in it doesn't get updated much and I think if it was a room, you'll see a layer of dust on the floor with spider webs around in the room. I really don't seem to know what to talk about. My life has nothing much worthy sharing about these days other than the fact that life is getting harder soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's already August and time seem to fly by slow in August. July went by like a breeze for me. A little bit too fast to my liking. Didn't really like how the last few days in July passes by too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's week 5 into semester. Another 9 weeks to go. I don't like these mid-semester times. Time seem to be draggy. Furthermore, it's the fasting month for my Muslim for my Muslim friends. At least it'll be a month to the next holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, the last weekend was enjoyable. I had first hand experience working in a local PC Fair. Fun and tiring are the two best words to describe it. However, I just worked for Friday cause I fell sick on Saturday and I lost our job that same day so I didn't have to go back on Sunday. How I lost my job? Long story. To make it simple, a friend of mine who I got the job with had a beef with some of the PC Fair crew. Many things happen along the way and by 600PM, we lost our job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm glad anyway that it was over and I had the chance to work in a PC Fair. At least nothing bad happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess it's now time to get down to business. Nothing else to do but to look forward to the finals end of November. I hope August will end with a bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm... I guess I'll be in KL for the &lt;i&gt;Hari Raya&lt;/i&gt;holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-2124612573868649203?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2124612573868649203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=2124612573868649203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2124612573868649203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2124612573868649203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-2605435536218513380</id><published>2010-07-13T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:08:22.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just love her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TDxzUwqKHrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qlWRpXLJ8_g/s1600/DSC00950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TDxzUwqKHrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qlWRpXLJ8_g/s320/DSC00950.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else I can say.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-2605435536218513380?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2605435536218513380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=2605435536218513380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2605435536218513380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2605435536218513380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-just-love-her.html' title='I just love her'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TDxzUwqKHrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qlWRpXLJ8_g/s72-c/DSC00950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-9162745862298273503</id><published>2010-07-11T01:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T01:59:01.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Food of Malaysia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why I get writer's block whenever I want to start a post on the blog. Am I that bad with words?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, my holiday in Kuching was dull for most of the time except for the last 3 weeks. I had someone to lighten things up. I still miss life in Kuching though. 2 months passing by did felt longer than it would in Kuala Lumpur. I'm finally back into the hectic life here again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realized I spend more time online here in Kuala Lumpur rather than back in Kuching. I guess I find more beneficial things to do back in Kuching eh? Like eating fried &lt;i&gt;kolok mee&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;kuey tiaw&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;laksa&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;kueh chap&lt;/i&gt; or pork leg rice. Kuching is a heaven of food. Although they may not taste the best in Malaysia, they are definitely worth trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was on the plane yesterday evening when I met this elderly Australian couple. Lovely people. One of the first thing they mentioned about Malaysia was the food. That kinda got me thinking, "What is a Malaysian's favourite pastime?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eating&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hey, some even list it as hobbies or interest over their &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; profile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ask your friends. Who would give the answer "live to eat" when you ask whether we live to eat or eat to live? It doesn't matter if he or she said it jokingly or not, but that's the first reaction ain't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Come on... We got a lot of different types of &lt;i&gt;laksa&lt;/i&gt; over here. You have the ones from Sarawak, Johore, and Penang. Well, that is just the ones I know. I'm sure there are some more from different states. There are also some food that you can't find in Sarawak that are available over here in Semenanjung Malaysia. I don't know about Sabah cause I've yet to experience good food there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking about this also leads me to another question. You know about how Malaysia consist of &lt;s&gt;too many&lt;/s&gt; a lot of different races right? The sad part is they are not unified. &lt;b&gt;1Malaysia&lt;/b&gt; was not a really good idea. However, food unites us all. You have quite a number of fusion dishes here in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Doesn't that kinda unites us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, to me, unity is a person's opinion and option. Whether he or she would not mind mixing with another race or other people is their choice. We are just around to fill their life with people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-9162745862298273503?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/9162745862298273503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=9162745862298273503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/9162745862298273503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/9162745862298273503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/07/food-of-malaysia.html' title='Food of Malaysia'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-4982927297493676097</id><published>2010-06-07T20:48:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:27:31.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Post'/><title type='text'>Sematan Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzsamHPPLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6420ng0hyM8/s1600/DSC06731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzsamHPPLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6420ng0hyM8/s320/DSC06731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480014788254710962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sematan. The southern end of Sarawak. This is (from what I know) the furtherest you can go before you reach the Kalimantan border. A small &lt;i&gt;pekan&lt;/i&gt; with a beautiful view for tourist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had a trip there with my parents around last weekend. It has been ages since I last set foot in this little &lt;i&gt;pekan&lt;/i&gt;. Nothing much have changed but there were a few things that I didn't know existed there which I found out this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAztgzVfbsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XhjTvHVS4Cs/s1600/DSC06732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAztgzVfbsI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XhjTvHVS4Cs/s320/DSC06732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480015994394996418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzthV96djI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Tz417h3ObK4/s1600/DSC06733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzthV96djI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Tz417h3ObK4/s320/DSC06733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480016003691345458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They have a resort there. And it's a rather decent one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The rates look pretty good too. Mind you, those rates inclusive of a breakfast and dinner buffet. Wanna know how much it cost? Breakfast cost around RM9.00 and dinner is at RM29.00. Altogether, it cost RM38.00 for food per package. Two person would mean RM76.00 and it's about half the price for the Quadruplex Chalet and Terrace Twin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You can even rent a BBQ pit for RM15.00 or Mahjong table for the same price if you want. Sounds like a great Mahjong getaway for some of you out there eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something else extra would be snorkeling and diving, which is prior to arrangement. You can go for kayaking too. If you're scared you'd drown in the sea, bicycles are available for rent as well. Cycling on the beach sounds fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, if you don't plan to stay over, you can't enjoy all those and you have to pay RM5.00 for an adult all-day admission into the resort and RM2.00 for children below the age of 2 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway... We just went for a short trip there. Spent some time that I never did with my parents. Walking on the beach, chasing little crabs and catching some hermit crabs. Those hermit crabs look &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;fugly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzwWDCv9EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/S4Xe3nidx8c/s1600/DSC06739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzwWDCv9EI/AAAAAAAAAFg/S4Xe3nidx8c/s320/DSC06739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480019108167676994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I call it &lt;i&gt;Fugly&lt;/i&gt;. Cause it looks &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;f*cking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt; friggin'&lt;/i&gt; ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzwWnLOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/7-4egD5EIG8/s1600/DSC06740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzwWnLOJ9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/7-4egD5EIG8/s320/DSC06740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480019117866887122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is what happen to you if you're &lt;i&gt;Fugly&lt;/i&gt;. Dad pulls you out of the shell and you're left for dead. &lt;i&gt;*Evil laughter!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kinda wish I have one of those DSLR camera. Looks pretty cool but photography ain't my cup of tea. I prefer being shot but it doesn't mean I'm vain. I'm not a chick, okay?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Camwhoring is a girl thing&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'm not &lt;b&gt;sexist&lt;/b&gt;. I'm just a little bit racist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right &lt;a href="http://fahriee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fahri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cyrildason.com/"&gt;Cyril&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://amieymisme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amiey&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzx5W2-87I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Qmuj5LbgdMs/s1600/DSC06727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzx5W2-87I/AAAAAAAAAFw/Qmuj5LbgdMs/s320/DSC06727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480020814294086578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DISCLAIMER NOTE&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;For those 4D and ToTo gamblers, please do not buy this car number. It has a bad luck about it which I cannot tell you. Classified.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I have Adobe Photoshop right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-4982927297493676097?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4982927297493676097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=4982927297493676097&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4982927297493676097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4982927297493676097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/06/sematan-trip.html' title='Sematan Trip'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/TAzsamHPPLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/6420ng0hyM8/s72-c/DSC06731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-4102205270001171509</id><published>2010-05-29T09:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T09:49:57.490+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 21st Ivan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hello Malaysia! I'm officially at the age where my vote matters when there is an election.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ohmygosh. I'm becoming cool, period.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, actually, that's just the little part which is &lt;s&gt;un-&lt;/s&gt;cool. The coolest part about being 21 is I'm finally doing things legally. By things I mean drinking booze, spending the time in clubs and pubs and I can get married with out being charged by the government for underage marriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Too bad they're not things that I wanna do any time soon. Yes! Not any time soon. I ain't clubbing, drinking or getting married. The last is years away from being a reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I'm blogging right now, I'm thinking of how I want to spend today. All I have around me is mum. My dad and brother went to Miri so it's just me and mum. I guess I can finally have a quiet birthday celebration. A mini barbecue and dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wish I have that someone special to spend it with...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, I'm feeling old by lying down and blogging like a lazy man. Time to get up. I've the whole day to enjoy =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-4102205270001171509?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4102205270001171509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=4102205270001171509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4102205270001171509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4102205270001171509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-21st-ivan.html' title='Happy 21st Ivan!'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-7274199175428517791</id><published>2010-05-26T22:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:09:21.827+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>May Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I type this out, it's already 26th May 2010 and I've spent 3 weeks in Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vacation do pass by really fast don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway... Nothing much happened for the last few weeks. I've been scouring all over Kuching with mum's new car and enjoying it. Lovely Perodua Alza. Although it's a Malaysian made car, it's rather enjoyable. Maybe I'm just glad I'm able to use it almost like a personal car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've yet to set a date to go back KL. Frankly, I wish not to go back. Why? I'm sick of KL and I've come to terms with the phrase "there is no place like home". Kuching is where I grow up and I do want to spend the rest of my life seeing it develop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sadly, Kuching has its own boring side. I don't know where to go here other than staying at home. Hanging out with friends is an option but I'm sure you'll get sick of going out a lot as well. Going out also would mean spending more money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wish money grow on trees...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like escaping to somewhere for vacation. Like a real vacation. I'm thinking of somewhere like Pulau Langkawi or Pulau Redang. Too bad that kind of vacation needs planning. Maybe next year then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, I'm applying to go for student exchange program in South Korea. I know with the possible danger that might happen but I really want to go. I'm going into my second year of my course and I'm sure it's gonna be a hard to find time for these kind of things in the future. I've to go for industry training as well in my second year or third year. Come to think of it, this is my final chance for any student exchange program. After graduate, it's gonna be all work. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Writer's block....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had brunch with my friends just now and we had a short chat at Starbucks after that, I realized something. I miss my friends a lot and we have so much to tell each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What makes it more fun is the things we talk about. Yeah. I was &lt;s&gt;racist&lt;/s&gt; talking about how are things in my university. However, I won't say here what I said just now for some undisclosed reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As an ending note, iPhone or N97 Mini? They're almost the same in pricing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I love about the iPhone? The touch screen is just amazing as well as the applications.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I love about the N97 Mini? The QWERTY keyboard, its size and the more different choices of colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Having both would solve the problem eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-7274199175428517791?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7274199175428517791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=7274199175428517791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7274199175428517791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7274199175428517791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-update.html' title='May Update'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-7962303732059440778</id><published>2010-05-17T12:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T12:33:24.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm back in Kuching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S_DC8ZaZsmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wqef9pbQ1yw/s1600/Kuching_Skyline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S_DC8ZaZsmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wqef9pbQ1yw/s320/Kuching_Skyline.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472087890124714594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am finally in Kuching. It has been 3 weeks though. I found out being in Kuching manage to keep me away from my laptop and going online. There are a lot of things to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm really grateful for friends like &lt;a href="http://fahriee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fahri&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://normgoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Norman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://naomitham.blogspot.com/"&gt;Naomi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thechroniclesofjoyceting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joyce&lt;/a&gt;  and &lt;a href="http://andregiovanni.wordpress.com/"&gt;Andre&lt;/a&gt; for taking me out that night I touched down. Sadly, Andre and Naomi aren't around now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love Kuching. I love &lt;i&gt;kuey chap&lt;/i&gt;. I love &lt;i&gt;kolok mee&lt;/i&gt;. I love &lt;i&gt;pork leg rice&lt;/i&gt;. I love &lt;i&gt;ayam penyet&lt;/i&gt;. And I'm glad the best I've had are in Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sounds like I'm turning into some tourist guide trying to promote Kuching...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But frankly, I'm getting bored now. Not bored of Kuching but bored of what I do everyday. All I've been doing is sleeping, eating, playing computer games and a little bit of basketball. It's killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nonetheless, at least I managed to enjoy some of my time with friends. I wouldn't lie though that I wish the whole gang is back in Kuching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, being away from blogging for a month doesn't make anything better. I've no idea what to talk about now. Maybe I'll continue another time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-7962303732059440778?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7962303732059440778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=7962303732059440778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7962303732059440778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7962303732059440778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-back-in-kuching.html' title='I&apos;m back in Kuching'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S_DC8ZaZsmI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Wqef9pbQ1yw/s72-c/Kuching_Skyline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-5656324425799339970</id><published>2010-04-22T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:45:31.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>SNSD</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGbwL8kSpEk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TGbwL8kSpEk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I think they look prettier than angels. Now, who's Taylor Swift already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ElAmVFG2bE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_ElAmVFG2bE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wanna be those dummy phones. Ah, chocolate love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seo Hyun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-5656324425799339970?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5656324425799339970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=5656324425799339970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5656324425799339970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5656324425799339970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/snsd.html' title='SNSD'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-575408559749843676</id><published>2010-04-22T18:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:16:24.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artist'/><title type='text'>Gwi Yeo Weo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really have no idea how I ended up going to this &lt;a href="http://girlsgeneration.smtown.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It became the turning point of my favourite female singers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've traded &lt;b&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;Seo Joo Hyun&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Ke$ha&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;Choi Soo-Young&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Lady GaGa&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;Lee Soon Kyu&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Justin Bieber&lt;/b&gt; for &lt;b&gt;Tiffany&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's time for &lt;b&gt;So Nyeo Shi Dae&lt;/b&gt; or famously known as the &lt;b&gt;Girls' Generation&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The darlings of Korean entertainment industry. The little angels of many Korean &lt;s&gt;perverted&lt;/s&gt; guys and girls. The epitome of Korean's &lt;i&gt;kawaii&lt;/i&gt;-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wait... Isn't kawaii a Japanese word?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The epitome of &lt;i&gt;gwi yeo weo&lt;/i&gt;-ness. Thank you &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/"&gt;Yahoo! Answers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Nyeo Shi Dae&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;SNSD&lt;/i&gt; was formed by SM Entertainment. The group consist of 9 &lt;s&gt;amazingly, super duper&lt;/s&gt; hot, sexy, adorable, beautiful, attractive, cute, and young girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AoDUQlCQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I1-Wcp8Tujs/s1600/SNSD+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AoDUQlCQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I1-Wcp8Tujs/s320/SNSD+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462910385443375362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AoE_7Dh3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PiqnV-rt-gg/s1600/SNSD+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AoE_7Dh3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PiqnV-rt-gg/s320/SNSD+5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462910414344128370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AoEYu3ZlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Nd0LrjkhD1E/s1600/SNSD+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AoEYu3ZlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Nd0LrjkhD1E/s320/SNSD+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462910403824019026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AoD3sexrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ggWiEY_tpes/s1600/SNSD+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AoD3sexrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ggWiEY_tpes/s320/SNSD+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462910394955646642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They're just so adorable aren't they? Makes you wanna have them as your Barbie doll collection. Well, I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's pretty saddening how Asian in the Northern region have better looking guys and prettier girls. Countries like Japan, South Korea and even China have far better looking guys and girls than countries like Singapore, Thailand, or Malaysia. Ever wonder why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Personally, I'm glad Malaysian have not many chicks like them or else it will all be a huge waste. I mean, our entertainment industry wouldn't even allow them to wear such skimpy clothes, short mini skirts or pants or "beautiful" dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's why Beyonce's got cancelled twice already. Do you seriously think she wants to  sing &lt;i&gt;Single Ladies&lt;/i&gt; in &lt;i&gt;baju kurung&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;kebaya&lt;/i&gt;? Not with her hips, thigh and boobs are the main attractions in the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still wish Girls' generation to come here and perform. At least once. I would love to go the their concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AuDO2UIiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rnfY1Pqz7TM/s1600/SNSD+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AuDO2UIiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/rnfY1Pqz7TM/s320/SNSD+6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462916981060805154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh gosh. They look even &lt;i&gt;gwi yeo weo&lt;/i&gt; in cartoon. I wish Seo Hyun, Tiffany and Soo Young are my angels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can drool the whole day...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-575408559749843676?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/575408559749843676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=575408559749843676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/575408559749843676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/575408559749843676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-really-have-no-idea-how-i-ended-up.html' title='Gwi Yeo Weo'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S9AoDUQlCQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/I1-Wcp8Tujs/s72-c/SNSD+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-8557945308950764106</id><published>2010-04-21T00:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:57:20.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Journal Post is Updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's almost 2 weeks since I had something posted here. I've had few attempts at blogging in the last week but all were futile. My internet connection has failed me more times than the number of students failed Additional Math in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then again, maybe it's my Google Chrome. I keep on getting this webpage that keeps on suggesting me to go a cached website of Facebook or Blogger whenever I try to log into them. I don't remember having this problem with Firefox.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's finally the finals week. I've a paper at 1130am later and here I am blogging. Awesome? Let me tell you more. I've yet to study and I've only got my lecture notes slides about 3 hours ago. Well, it's just Information Skill subject. Who &lt;s&gt;gives a damn&lt;/s&gt; care about it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nothing much happened other than me setting my own personal record everyday now by not stepping into any shopping complexes here in KL. Yes, I've done 4 weeks now. Feels great! Easy on my wallet, easy on my eyes. However, personally, I think KL just got boring after a year here. I remember back then I have this eagerness to go out to all those major shopping complexes. Now, it's nothing more than just a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Cause right now you're supposes to be studying!" says people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the side note, I didn't get offered to stay in college next semester. I applied but they rejected me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;s&gt;If you don't need me, I &lt;i&gt;lagi lah&lt;/i&gt; don't need you fools!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've totally no idea how they select those who are eligible to stay in college. If you were to based on your achievement in academic as well as how active are you in college activities, I think most of the people here would have gotten in but I heard there are those who don't. Well, this is Malaysia. There's always a little of corruption in almost everything. Almost everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the record, we all ever do it. We Malaysians. There's no denying that fact. So, let's move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really, really should study...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate making note to myself. Especially about having to study. It never works. The worst part is I can't find any motivation to study. I've to force myself to sit and study. Something that has not produce good result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what else to do. A while ago I just checked out DiGi's plan for iPhone 3GS, I made myself a deal; I'm gonna study hard and after all the hard work, I'm gonna make my parents get for me and my brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then only setback now? I've this funny feeling that my parents couldn't even care less about what I did. Just a hunch. The sad part is it's always right. Life's hard eh? Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I'll just sit down, relax, study a little bit and help myself to a little bottle of Mirinda Orange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't have alcohol here remember? Sucks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-8557945308950764106?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8557945308950764106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=8557945308950764106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8557945308950764106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8557945308950764106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/journal-post-is-updated.html' title='Journal Post is Updated'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-8196387738413826509</id><published>2010-04-09T22:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T23:59:32.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Mystery'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Im overboard&lt;br /&gt;And I need your love to pull me up&lt;br /&gt;I can't swim on my own&lt;br /&gt;It's too much&lt;br /&gt;Feel like im drowning without your love,&lt;br /&gt;So throw yourself out to me, my lifesaver"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This thing we call love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P/S : The lyric extract is from Justin Bieber's song, Overboard featuring Jessica Jarrell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-8196387738413826509?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8196387738413826509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=8196387738413826509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8196387738413826509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8196387738413826509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-overboard-and-i-need-your-love-to.html' title='Love'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-183486525420818237</id><published>2010-04-07T09:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:44:19.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Post'/><title type='text'>Week 14's dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's finally the final week of this semester. I know I'm supposed to be studying but I'm blogging in class. More like my finals for English Presentation. How silly is that? We even need to be evaluated on how well we can present?! &lt;s&gt;S.T.U.P.I.D.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some dude is talking about mitosis right now. I feel like I'm in Biology class. Stop it! I don't study Biology anymore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sort of in dilemma now. I don't know whether to stay in my college next semester or not. I don't like it in my college. It's small, boring, sad, crammed, old, smelly (some places) and I have tons of annoying neighbours. I can feel pissed off just by looking at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What's worse is our eating hall where we have our breakfast, lunch and dinner, is appalling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vbQfAkSdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/73LSPEkpg0U/s1600/DSC06713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vbQfAkSdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/73LSPEkpg0U/s320/DSC06713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457196449737755090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vbP_5fncI/AAAAAAAAADw/cXIaMhL0v94/s1600/DSC06712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 288px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vbP_5fncI/AAAAAAAAADw/cXIaMhL0v94/s320/DSC06712.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457196441386589634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vdREYRIdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YO6iMbUs4fo/s1600/DSC06714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vdREYRIdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YO6iMbUs4fo/s320/DSC06714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198658792530386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vdQ0LVGZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/12vXvQouvg0/s1600/DSC06716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vdQ0LVGZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/12vXvQouvg0/s320/DSC06716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457198654443297170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These pictures were taken last night when I was having dinner. It gets worse when it rains. It's almost a first hand experience of eating in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If I were in Kuching and MBKS evaluate this, they would give a D, not E. It's a little bit much&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How bad can it get? I feel like a refugee every time I eat there. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful we do have a place to eat for free but can't they make it better? We do have a specific hall for eating but why choose a place next to the basketball court, futsal court and on the volleyball court?! It's a miracle I've yet to experience diarrhea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;*Oh... Why I never thought of diarrhea as a reason to skip class?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This college (F.Y.I - College is where we stay, sort of like a hostel) sucks. Big time. The only thing I love a bout this college is the basketball court. I'd throw everything else. They named it after some local guy named Za'ba. Like I care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm dying to get out of here. I wanna stay out side. Wish I can find a free place to stay. But nothing comes free in life eh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nuff' said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vidYlseeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mDoBGiqXwoc/s1600/DSC06700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vidYlseeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/mDoBGiqXwoc/s320/DSC06700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457204367934126562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fahriee.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fahriee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fahri&lt;/a&gt;, it suits you eh? Kinda your nickname.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-183486525420818237?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/183486525420818237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=183486525420818237&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/183486525420818237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/183486525420818237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-14s-dilemma.html' title='Week 14&apos;s dilemma'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S7vbQfAkSdI/AAAAAAAAAD4/73LSPEkpg0U/s72-c/DSC06713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-171199838375323151</id><published>2010-04-03T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:18:47.510+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>My very own Rojak post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've got this question to ask. Is my obsession for McD has gone to another level? I used to watch football at &lt;i&gt;mamak&lt;/i&gt; stall or something close to that but today in McD. Maybe it's not my fault.. Maybe it's just cause McD at Bangsar got a large plasma TV in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lovely... It doesn't get any better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while now since my last post. Been busy playing catching up with my studies. I've a lot of ground to cover. My finals is in 2 weeks and I'm still struggling with some of my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Also, I'm very stuck playing Final Fantasy Dissidia. I've yet to finish my Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core though. Maybe I won't play it anymore. Final Fantasy Dissidia is awesome. It's all the 10 Final fantasy game wrapped into one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nonetheless, I found out I like Cloud (from Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core) more than any other characters in the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I'm blogging right now, I'm watching Man Utd versus Chelsea. It's so hard to concentrate and blog. Hahaha! I see Man Utd is struggling hard without Wayne Rooney. Looks like this year's English Premiere League title race is wide open. Man Utd, Chelsea and Arsenal all have a shot at the title.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't have anything specific to talk about right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the side note, this year's April Fool's Day is boring. No one got fooled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-171199838375323151?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/171199838375323151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=171199838375323151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/171199838375323151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/171199838375323151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-very-own-rojak-post.html' title='My very own Rojak post'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-8421075882335252127</id><published>2010-03-27T02:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T00:31:51.714+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Post'/><title type='text'>Overdue Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Thursday, I experienced the worst thunderstorm in my life. It was so scary, &lt;s&gt;I nearly pooped myself.&lt;/s&gt; I couldn't even walk from a building to the car which is just 50 meters away. I wish I was able to get a shot of the lightning yesterday. It was cool in a way but I tell you, I'm glad I survived it. The 3 minutes I took walking to the car was probably the worst 3 minutes I had in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;If I died, I wonder how are things today... When's my funeral? Or do I even need one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to pick my friend from class at that time. When it rained, this was the view I had. I even took the risk to take that picture. Then at the same time getting honked by the van behind me for suddenly changing lanes. Silly me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S64wdkXWSOI/AAAAAAAAADY/aJfrSOLnpoM/s1600/DSC06709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S64wdkXWSOI/AAAAAAAAADY/aJfrSOLnpoM/s320/DSC06709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453349483328194786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my driving view. I had the wipers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The past few weeks, weather here in KL have not been friendly. You get a very hot late morning and afternoon followed by heavy rain in the evening. Going to classes with umbrella now is a common sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The weather is so bad that thunderstorm happens almost every time it rains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The worst part is it rains exactly the days when I wanna play basketball. But when I don't, Mr. Sunshine teases me. It's as if they read my mind. Come on! I can't be making such silly assumptions. But I don't like to look like a fool cause of these weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;---------------*UNRELATED POST*---------------&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never knew McD has short cups. It was a surprise to me they do have. How many people actually order it? I'll admit I'm a bit egoistic to even make myself look like I'm bargaining to order a small one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S64w_JNithI/AAAAAAAAADg/sgC8vmIqzgI/s1600/DSC06710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S64w_JNithI/AAAAAAAAADg/sgC8vmIqzgI/s320/DSC06710.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453350060154861074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure do look cute though. By the way, mine is the large one. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My craving for McD has taken its toll. I've gained a few of weight in the past few weeks. How can one resist McD's line of awesome line of burger? Quarter Pounder, Big Mac, Double Cheeseburger? Unless you grew up eating &lt;s&gt;weed&lt;/s&gt; vegetable or already used to not going McD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw a video about McD's French Fries a few months back on how bad it actually is to us. Some how it meant nothing to me. Crazy eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I LOVE MCD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;McD is also not doing me any good. With their McValue meal having cheaper price on lunch hour, surely I'll have McD for lunch when ever I can. Add also their Chocolate or Strawberry Sundae to it. Just the perfect weight gain program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how I'm to survive without McD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe I should have Subway as an exchange. Do they have Subway in Kuching?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-8421075882335252127?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8421075882335252127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=8421075882335252127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8421075882335252127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8421075882335252127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/overdue-post.html' title='Overdue Post.'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S64wdkXWSOI/AAAAAAAAADY/aJfrSOLnpoM/s72-c/DSC06709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-2157165736953757417</id><published>2010-03-25T18:47:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:01:10.799+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo Post'/><title type='text'>A Walk Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Double post day. Although you can count this &lt;a href="http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheer-leading-vs-marching-band.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; into today's grouping which will mean this is a triple post.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6s_zZ59sTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PqG31zXywzc/s1600/tumblr_kz9ss68ffJ1qaxovpo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6s_zZ59sTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PqG31zXywzc/s320/tumblr_kz9ss68ffJ1qaxovpo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452521926222000434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture says it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although this is not one of the things-to-do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was looking for long lost bloggers who I use to follow. Sadly, I lost quite a lot and just managed to grab a few back. It felt nostalgic walking down memory lane, blog hopping to my &lt;a href="http://www.mastermindofmydreams.multiply.com/"&gt;old blog&lt;/a&gt;. Those were the high school days. Full of joy and laughter and &lt;s&gt;unexplained primitive acts of boys who think they're cool.. But they are.&lt;/s&gt; little things that we do as groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's let the picture do the talking for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tEb8LxGSI/AAAAAAAAABA/sjHrodF1ep0/s1600/semi+naked+guys.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tEb8LxGSI/AAAAAAAAABA/sjHrodF1ep0/s320/semi+naked+guys.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452527020664756514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tHBq3HV5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ndbcqbM6ERA/s1600/after+pj2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tHBq3HV5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/ndbcqbM6ERA/s320/after+pj2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452529867873015698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tHBDDs0EI/AAAAAAAAABI/zsPEU1I9NSU/s1600/after+pj1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tHBDDs0EI/AAAAAAAAABI/zsPEU1I9NSU/s320/after+pj1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452529857188384834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tIbUynJ4I/AAAAAAAAABg/PR1rXcbzTk8/s1600/joel+isaac.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tIbUynJ4I/AAAAAAAAABg/PR1rXcbzTk8/s320/joel+isaac.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452531408136775554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After Physical Education period shots are the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKIbj3k-I/AAAAAAAAACI/F_Oo4SmEn8U/s1600/smart+dudes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKIbj3k-I/AAAAAAAAACI/F_Oo4SmEn8U/s320/smart+dudes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452533282559726562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKILANJCI/AAAAAAAAACA/YV41_3XEVz0/s1600/weird.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKILANJCI/AAAAAAAAACA/YV41_3XEVz0/s320/weird.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452533278115177506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKH4LjZrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/juZEDdRTTH0/s1600/jave+jwern.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKH4LjZrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/juZEDdRTTH0/s320/jave+jwern.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452533273062500018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKHQUCJ1I/AAAAAAAAABw/2wUgriVTiuY/s1600/norm+goh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKHQUCJ1I/AAAAAAAAABw/2wUgriVTiuY/s320/norm+goh.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452533262360651602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was when &lt;a href="http://www.normgoh.blogspot.com/"&gt;Norman Goh&lt;/a&gt; looks gay. Joking man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKG_763TI/AAAAAAAAABo/A4nMCBkiPUk/s1600/agan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tKG_763TI/AAAAAAAAABo/A4nMCBkiPUk/s320/agan.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452533257964543282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tT57Cx3UI/AAAAAAAAACg/JrDGeRjvhYc/s1600/van+mic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tT57Cx3UI/AAAAAAAAACg/JrDGeRjvhYc/s320/van+mic.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452544028429114690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1448182759&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/a&gt;, it was funny to tease &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=599702626&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tT5qLG2HI/AAAAAAAAACY/vC1pamzMqbc/s1600/fahri%27s+shoes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tT5qLG2HI/AAAAAAAAACY/vC1pamzMqbc/s320/fahri%27s+shoes.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452544023900641394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fahriee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fahri&lt;/a&gt;'s shoe back in Form 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tT5YzGqWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D-VWptSRH4E/s1600/trinity+ro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tT5YzGqWI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D-VWptSRH4E/s320/trinity+ro.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452544019236563298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, it was popular among high school boys. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tXduyGgtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2bGGN7jCpJU/s1600/pn+voon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tXduyGgtI/AAAAAAAAAC4/2bGGN7jCpJU/s320/pn+voon.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452547942148113106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was our Chemistry teacher, having a look at our &lt;a href="http://www.fraternitas5a.blogspot.com/"&gt;class blog&lt;/a&gt; back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6taQfKadZI/AAAAAAAAADA/q0JFd-qNshg/s1600/st3+gals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6taQfKadZI/AAAAAAAAADA/q0JFd-qNshg/s320/st3+gals.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452551013151700370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how to explain this but we did hang out sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tXcwVVmAI/AAAAAAAAACo/ze-wxYgDRkk/s1600/the+3+stoogies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tXcwVVmAI/AAAAAAAAACo/ze-wxYgDRkk/s320/the+3+stoogies.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452547925384468482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 Stoogies = 3 Nerdies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those were the days. Honestly, I miss them a lot. I miss waking up at 615am and having to complain about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss pushing at canteen for food like refugees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss sneaking illegal things into class and having prefects doing spot-checks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss looking at St. Teresa's annual school magazine with friends and checking who's hot and who's not. And having them doing otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those years were probably the best I've had. So far, university life and KL life can't beat that. I miss the &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt;-ness feeling you get every time there is an examination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Except that I wasn't &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; enough. I had more time for this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tdF1UlxaI/AAAAAAAAADI/hO4R_CoUWXw/s1600/my+page.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6tdF1UlxaI/AAAAAAAAADI/hO4R_CoUWXw/s320/my+page.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452554128656287138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best self proclaimed profile page in &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=599702626&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;s&gt;expired&lt;/s&gt; friend profile page!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now, who is more kiasu?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-2157165736953757417?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2157165736953757417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=2157165736953757417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2157165736953757417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2157165736953757417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Walk Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6s_zZ59sTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PqG31zXywzc/s72-c/tumblr_kz9ss68ffJ1qaxovpo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-726701249102985034</id><published>2010-03-25T16:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:59:03.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Lady GaGo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Disclaimer : I am going off my limits to blog about this. If you are offended, please feel free to criticize or request for this post to be deleted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how does it feels like to be the other sex? And switching every single guy and girl on your friends list to the opposite sex too. I wonder how their names would be like... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*thinking..*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;By the way, do you know that Earth's Day is this Saturday? Check it out &lt;a href="http://ehm.my/show-your-support/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Let's do our planet a favour for our future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back to what I was gonna post about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I ever had the chance of being the other sex, one thing I'd try out for is modelling. Yeah! Who don't love the attention?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/hardingjohn.blogspot.com/"&gt;John Francis&lt;/a&gt; shows you how vain can a guy be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kudos to you John but can you beat this &lt;s&gt;freak of nature&lt;/s&gt; dude &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lady-Ga-Go/158811968058"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The pictures may be disturbing but in local Sarawakian Bahasa Melayu language, "gago" means disturbing or to disturb (I need verification for this. I've lost touch on what it means).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looks like Lady GaGa just got herself a GaGo version.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-726701249102985034?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/726701249102985034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=726701249102985034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/726701249102985034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/726701249102985034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/lady-gago.html' title='Lady GaGo'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-8686627956277899463</id><published>2010-03-25T04:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:59:31.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life&apos;s Mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Double Post'/><title type='text'>Cheer Leading VS Marching Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm having one of those nights. Again. You know, the ones you can't fall asleep cause a lot is on your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got bored. Switched on my laptop. Used Google Chrome when my default web browser is Firefox. Listened to The Prodigy although they are just prodigy (sort of suck a little bit). Setting my alarm at 815am for class and thinking of skipping it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;That was a lame attempt at making paradox. Not even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh.. Singapore has &lt;a href="http://www.cheerleading.org.sg/cas/"&gt;cheer leading competition&lt;/a&gt;. Malaysia has &lt;a href="http://www.voteband.net/"&gt;school marching band competition&lt;/a&gt;. Although they are at different level but I'd still choose the cheer leading competition. I mean, when do you get to see Asian chick jump around in mini skirts, looking sexy and screaming their hearts out? Not in Malaysia I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I found out on Facebook that a friend (I won't mention who unless that person wouldn't mind) of mine is in the cheering leading team of National University of Singapore (I'm assuming). Frankly, I think it's &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; cool! I mean it! I mean, which dude would join cheer leading unless they're gonna have a girl standing on their shoulder or sitting on it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And he's got a tattoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now, that's random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No offence to co-ed schools that have marching band but I'd have chick standing &lt;b&gt;ON&lt;/b&gt; me rather than standing &lt;b&gt;NEXT&lt;/b&gt; to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And no offence to girls out there too who used to or are in a marching band, which guy wouldn't want a chick &lt;a href="http://melissacelestinekoh.wordpress.com/"&gt;this hot&lt;/a&gt; to do cheer leading with or hang around? Or something more convincing for you guys, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/melkoh"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I'm truly sorry dear lady but these guys need some convincing here to be on my side...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They all seem to have tattoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Random Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you're in a marching band, don't fret about it. Marching ain't that bad compared to cheer leading. For starters... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*Thinking hard*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Well, you have music that is a little more &lt;s&gt;boring&lt;/s&gt; classical style of music than cheer leading. Then... Nevertheless, marching band do have their own up side against cheer leading. You just got to think of what is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Big question&lt;/b&gt;. Do you think cheer leading will ever happen here in Malaysia? I won't answer that yet cause the world is changing and slowly nothing seems impossible to happen. I'd like those &lt;i&gt;pom-pom&lt;/i&gt; girls in junior high or high school to evolve their &lt;i&gt;pom-pom&lt;/i&gt;ness to something more revolutionary like cheer leading. You never know... You might get the boys' head turn. Like they say; &lt;i&gt;"You got to risk it to get the biscuit."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And you can get tattoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inspirational movie for you? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1083456/"&gt;Fired Up!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just don't go and do the Fountain of Troy. It's &lt;b&gt;prohi-bi-da-do&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-8686627956277899463?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/8686627956277899463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=8686627956277899463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8686627956277899463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/8686627956277899463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/cheer-leading-vs-marching-band.html' title='Cheer Leading VS Marching Band'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-2833092409521980267</id><published>2010-03-23T15:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T16:24:12.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>4 Weeks and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;28 days.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That's all the time I'm left with to study for my finals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isn't it just great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To just relax and enjoy although time is running out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have made a little edit to my current layout by adding an affiliate to the sidebar. Officially or not, I am a member of &lt;a href="http://www.sarawak-bloggers.org/"&gt;Sarawak Bloggers&lt;/a&gt;. Proud to be a Sarawakian. I also added &lt;a href="http://borneocolours.com/"&gt;Borner Colours&lt;/a&gt; under the Favourite link sidebar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got myself 3 albums from Ministry Of Sound; MOS Clubbers Guide Electro 2009, MOS Clubbers Guide To 2010 and MOS The Annual 2010. I can't say much about any of them as I have yet to listen to them. I'm looking forward to a track in MOS Clubbers Guide To 2010 titled Made In Japan by Hideo Kobayashi. If it's really a Japanese dude who did it, would be great to listen to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well, just a short update. I'm losing my vocabs and verbs to formulas and theories. Mathematical expression dominates my brain and they make emoticons mean nothing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I &lt;3 You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hmm? I'm lesser than 3 You.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-2833092409521980267?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2833092409521980267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=2833092409521980267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2833092409521980267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2833092409521980267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-weeks-and-counting.html' title='4 Weeks and Counting...'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-398021176823206885</id><published>2010-03-20T15:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:33:03.948+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Ministry Of Sound Dance Anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6R_7lrNcKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pkpTE81NgsE/s1600-h/000-va-ministry_of_sound_dance_anthems-2cd-2010-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6R_7lrNcKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pkpTE81NgsE/s320/000-va-ministry_of_sound_dance_anthems-2cd-2010-front.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450622110727499938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Current listening : Sex On The Beach - Spankers, Ayo Technology - Katerine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I just got my hands on the Ministry Of Sound Dance Anthem. They have pretty cool songs in there. Jason Derulo's Whatcha Say is remixed in it. Ayo Technology is sang by a sweet voiced lady (although I'd rather having 50 Cent, Justin Timberlake and Timbaland doing it) and unlike the original song, it is more to the acoustic styling without much electronic samples. Swedish DJ, Basshunter, also have a track; I Promised Myself, in the MOS Dance Anthem album. Also, I don't know how many of you remember this song, Scatman? It's called Scatman 2009 on the album. It sounds pretty cool after years of absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recently, I realized my taste in music have changed. In one moment, I'll rock on with rock songs, going on easy with jazz, having quiet time listening to love songs, grooving to pop and R&amp;amp;Bs and dance to electronic, trance and dance anthems. I also starting to have interest in house music. Too much of Ministry Of Sound I guess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Song list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.01 - Whatcha Say - Jason Derulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.02 - Crying In The Rain - Guru Josh Project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.03 - You and I - Medina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.04 - Serenade - R.I.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.05 - I'm A DJ - Alex Gaudino VS. Nari &amp;amp; Milani feat. Carl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.06 - Synchronize Lips - Nexx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.07 - Sex On The Beach - Spankers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.08 - Ayo Technology - Katerine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.09 - Love To Hate - Alex Sayz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.10 - Hold On Tighter (To Love) - Oliver Backens &amp;amp; Stefan Gruendwald feat. Ela Wardi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.11 - Gotta Let You Go - Michale Mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.12 - Surrender - Alkatraz feat. Amanda Wilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.13 - Scatman 2009 - Mark Oh VS. Scatman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.14 - Turn Me On - Tom Pulse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.15 - Sunshine Baby - Stonecold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.16 - Don't Stop Believin' - George Lamond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.17 - Passion - Alex M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.18 - Sunshine Of Your Love - Connected feat. Teddy Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.19 - I Won't Let You Down - Jay Frog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1.20 - On The Beach - Sonic Palms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.01 - Walk The Line - Laurent Wolf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.02 - Hot - Inna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.03 - Long Train Running - Glamrock Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.04 - Universal Party - Big Ali feat. Cramps Morgan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.05 - Forever And A Day - Fragma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.06 - Perfect Moment - Theonick Diaz &amp;amp; Young Rebels feat. Cozi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.07 - I Promised Myself - Basshunter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.08 - What Is Love 2K9 - Klass Meets Haddaway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.09 - Spinning - Gathania&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.10 - Serious - Fawni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.11 - All I Can Feel - Frontier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.12 - The Sound Above My Hair - Scooter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.13 - How Does It Feel - Michael Mind Project&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.14 - Remember (La Di Da) - Lucas Prata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.15 - Stereo Love - Edward Maya feat. Vika Jigulina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.16 - Hold On Me - Connected feat. Daniela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.17 - Hit The Dust - Rico Bernasconi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.18 - Tell Me Why - Nordic Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.19 - Beautiful Days - Deepside Deejays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2.20 - Driod - Lissat &amp;amp; Voltaxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for now, I'm waiting for another album to complete its download, Ministry Of Sound Clubber's Guide Electro 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-398021176823206885?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/398021176823206885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=398021176823206885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/398021176823206885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/398021176823206885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/ministry-of-sound-dance-anthem.html' title='Ministry Of Sound Dance Anthem'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/S6R_7lrNcKI/AAAAAAAAAAw/pkpTE81NgsE/s72-c/000-va-ministry_of_sound_dance_anthems-2cd-2010-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-7298112270868643452</id><published>2010-03-19T15:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:27:02.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Justin Bieber and Ke$ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My prized possession, one and only&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adore you, girl I want you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one I can't live without&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's you, it's you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're my special little lady&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one that makes me crazy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Of all the girls I've ever known&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's you, it's you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favourite, my favourite,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;my favourite, my fovourite girl..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Justin Beiber's rise as one of the prodigy in the music industry is phenomenal. When I first saw his song, One Time, on iTunes almost a year ago, I thought he's just good. I was so wrong. He's so good, he is the only artist in Billboard history to have four singles from a debut album chart in the Top 40 of the Hot 100 before the album's release. Pretty amazing for a 16 year old eh? Just when I thought Taylor Swift is da' bomb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;By the way, that lyric I typed out is from his song, Favourite Girl. Oh, I have a friend who likes Justin and she feels like a paedophile everytime looking at Justin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh... How can I forget another person? She's hot. Seriously. She makes me think of money every time I hear or say her name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ke$ha. Isn't she great? Hahaha! Honestly, she's not only hot but her voice sounds... How do you say it? Seductive? Sexy? I dunno. But I some how just love her voice especially in her famous hit TiK ToK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit the city&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kinda makes me wonder... How does it feel waking up feeling like P. Diddy? Feeling superstar-ish? No matter, I wouldn't mind brushing teeth with a bottle of Jack though. Even the Tennessee whiskey makers don't do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess it won't be long before Justin or Ke$ha start swooping awards like Taylor Swift did before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Writer's block moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the side note, I'm going back Kuching on the 30th April. Sure can't wait to be back home. I've got a long list of things to do. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-7298112270868643452?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7298112270868643452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=7298112270868643452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7298112270868643452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7298112270868643452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/justin-bieber-and-keha.html' title='Justin Bieber and Ke$ha'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-3293797104307728270</id><published>2010-03-18T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T17:54:15.752+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Zynga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do you know what is more addicting that those flash games you play on websites such as &lt;a href="http://www.fishflashgames.com/"&gt;fishflashgames.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.onlineflashgames.org/"&gt;onlineflashgames.org&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.flash-game.net/%3Eflash-game.net%3C/a%3E,%20or%20%3Ca%20href=" com=""&gt;addictinggames.com&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Playing games on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yeah, I forgot to mention games like Left 4 Dead 2 or Modern Warfare 2 and so on... But let's say you don't have those ultra-cool games..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I mean games like Mafia Wars, Cafe World, Farmville and so on. Some how those &lt;s&gt;geeks&lt;/s&gt; smart men and women know how to make you spend more time on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember I was addicted to Mafia Wars at a point of time but I managed to stop playing it. Then those &lt;s&gt;geeks&lt;/s&gt; people made it more interesting by adding more spice to it. Now you have to play in different cities like Moscow, Cuba, Bangkok and still to come, Las Vegas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Those guys at Zynga sure do know what kids and teenagers these days want in these kind of "simple" games...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now, I am officially hooked on one of their new games, Cafe World. Sounds silly but I think the little characters in it are &lt;s&gt;darn&lt;/s&gt; cute. I hope it doesn't take away my addiction to &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/shotonline.gamescampus.com/"&gt;Shot Online&lt;/a&gt;. I still love playing golf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-3293797104307728270?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3293797104307728270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=3293797104307728270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3293797104307728270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3293797104307728270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/zynga.html' title='Zynga'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-3116377160479169696</id><published>2010-03-17T15:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:23:59.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>Dear Post SPMers, a little food for thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Post-SPM is probably what for some is the best moment in their life as of time but I can assure you there are more to life itself than just having that moment in life as the best one you've had. But, I won't be mean and take it away from you. Being a little mean in the introduction line won't hurt right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to what I'm supposed to say. This is my side of story which a few of you can take as a little advice to keep in mind about your future in studies. I remember the year 2007 as the year that I felt my life changed the most in my 20 years of living. That year I got my SPM result. It wasn't great at all. Nothing much to be proud about. I got a meager 5As, 4Bs and 1C. Like I said, nothing much to pride about it. I had ex-classmates and friends acing SPM and making it look like just another school exam. I did envy them and (something I rarely do) regretted for not putting in more effort in my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who got something similar to my result or a little worse (no hard feelings okay?), this is not the end. I assure you that life after Form 5 are gonna be the years that shape your entire future. There are tons of opportunities for you to continue your pursuit of your dream career and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Don't be afraid to go Form 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Form 6. I know a lot of you who dreaded going to Form 6. All the hype surrounding its exam, STPM being the 3rd toughest exam in the world, is nothing to be feared. Instead it is something you can take as a challenge to prove to yourself and everyone else that you can excel when given pressure. I will not lie and say the exam is easy but Form 6 is just like pre-university course. Most of the things you learn in Form 6 (I can say this for Science students but I cannot promise it is the same for Arts or Economics students) will be repeated in first year university. Frankly, taking Form 6 will ease your entry into first year university. Plus, you don't have to pay excessively for entrance into Form 6 (unlike private college or university) and (if I'm not mistaken) STPM exam is already waived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Matriculation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you say I went to Form 6 and I can't speak out for those who went to matriculation, you're very wrong. I'm flanked by matriculation students and I listen to their stories about life in matriculation. With just one year to finish the amount of subjects and chapters they study, matriculation is slightly harder than Form 6 because you gotta struggle hard to keep up. However, matriculation can change even some of the worst students into top notched students. A friend of mine who went to matriculation was probably one of the worst student in his school became one of the top achiever in matriculation (he scored 3.75 GPA in his finals) and now he is studying Civil Engineering in University Malaya. Matriculation is your sure fire way of entering local university if you have at least an average or above average result in matriculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Private college or university&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fees for studies in these college or university may me astronomical but they may be worth it. The best part is it keeps you on the edge because you are well aware of how much is being spent by your parents and a small failure can lead to a huge argument back home. It also has more choices than the first two options above as well as the chance to go overseas in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Diploma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduating in a longer time than your friends doesn't mean you're a failure. The trend of this modern world is people want to graduate as soon as possible. However, that's not the ideal way to begin you career. I had a long chat with my academic advisor a few weeks ago and he said many people go into university to graduate, not to study. So, which is better? Graduating in 3 years but rushing through tit or taking your strides by doing in 4 years but having full knowledge of what you're doing? Diploma is one of the best option especially for those who consider themselves a slow learner. Taking more time to graduate is better than rushing to graduate and work is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just little tips I have for you. You can ignore them if you want to but I'm speaking through experience. It's your life, do as you want. Make your choice and live up with it. The best reminder that I can give you is &lt;b&gt;do not regret what you choose in life&lt;/b&gt;. I did regret my Form 5 result because I could have been somewhere else had I sat down more and study harder but after going Form 6, I must say things are better. Going to Form 6 was probably one of the best decision I made in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I now? I'm studying my favourite subject, Chemistry, in the pioneer university in Malaysia, University Malaya. Does it get any better than that for me now? It only would have been better if I got Civil Engineering at RMIT. However, I'm glad to be given the chance to study in the university my father used to study in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your studies is something not to be taken lightly but be reminded that not everything you learn in school or college or university is gonna be used in life. We take each day as if it's our last and live it to our fullest. Take your time to decide on where you wanna be in the future. In the end, you can hold your head up high and proudly say you lived an &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;AWE.... wait for it... SOME&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-3116377160479169696?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3116377160479169696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=3116377160479169696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3116377160479169696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3116377160479169696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/dear-post-spmers-little-food-for.html' title='Dear Post SPMers, a little food for thought'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-4061470509839665543</id><published>2010-03-07T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T03:36:50.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyric'/><title type='text'>Heaven Can Wait - We The Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another insomnia night. I hate it when this happens. Maybe it's a good thing it happens on weekends only... Or so to speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In 6 hours, I'm gonna have a basketball match (it's Intra Za'ba Sports) so I can take it easy and make a fool out of myself. That is unless people don't make a fool out of themselves first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been listening to this song a lot and I'll just be nice to share the lyric here. Love this song so much and wish can play and sing it to that someone =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a song for the nights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think too much and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a song when I imagine us together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a song for when we talk too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I forget my words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heaven can wait up high in the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's you and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heaven can wait deep down in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm yours tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lay your heart next to mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so alive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me you want me to stay, forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Cause heaven can wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a song for the one who stole my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And ran so far that cupid couldn't catch her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a song for the kid who aims so high &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He shot her down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heaven can wait up high in the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's you and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heaven can wait deep down in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm yours tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lay your heart next to mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so alive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me you want me to stay forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Cause heaven can wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a song for the nights I drink too much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And spill my words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heaven can wait up high in the sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's you and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Heaven can wait deep down in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm yours tonight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lay your heart next to mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel so alive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me you want me to stay forever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Cause heaven can wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Cause heaven can wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Cause heaven can wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-4061470509839665543?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/4061470509839665543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=4061470509839665543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4061470509839665543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/4061470509839665543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/heaven-can-wait-we-kings.html' title='Heaven Can Wait - We The Kings'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-3522103383761922601</id><published>2010-03-04T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:14:38.264+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Hello World! =)</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last updated eh? So I guess I have a few things to say right now like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for an upcoming one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life has been having its usual ups and downs. My friend just got a car. Someone just got into an accident. A friend of mine got a perfect score of 30/30 for a test. Someone else got a demoralizing 8/50 for the latest test. People starting to have boy/girlfriend. Some just broke up or having a rough ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say. The loveliest thing about life is it is &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; unpredictable &lt;i&gt;(although on certain occasion you seem to be able to guess right what another person might do or gonna do)&lt;/i&gt; and it makes you live each and every single second of it to the fullest. Anyways... Back track a few weeks. Life has been okay for me... Finally settled my problems with the faculty and lecturers. Looking well and can settle in my studies. Good thing cause it's already the 9th week of lecture and I'm just left with another 5 weeks of lecture before our finals and &lt;b&gt;HOLIDAY&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so can't wait to be back in Kuching. Missing that city like crazy. When people say there is no place like home, I get what they mean. Life in KL is just too hectic and haywire. You can literally feel that you're living on the fast lane. I remember moaning about going through 14 weeks in KL without going back to Kuching &lt;i&gt;(F.Y.I. I didn't go back to Kuching during the semester break)&lt;/i&gt; but now I'm more than halfway through with this semester and almost kicking into my 2nd year. Time really fly by here. Everyday whenever I go online, there is always something new to read especially on &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/"&gt;The Sun&lt;/a&gt;. And also it makes me lose track of the day at times especially if I immerse myself in computer games like my Football Manager 2010 or Pro Evolution Soccer 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I feel a bit in a dilemma. My mobile phone is practically half-a-trash and my laptop &lt;i&gt;(although I bought it last July)&lt;/i&gt; is half of the laptop it was before. I so need a new phone and a new laptop. Ideas? Sony Ericsson's Aino and W705 have caught my eye but I don't rule out the idea or having a Black Berry or iPhone. Smart phones are cooler. As for laptop, MacBook Pro is the only one I have in mind for now but Dell's new laptop, Adamo laptop is looking so sleek and &lt;i&gt;sexay&lt;/i&gt;.... Sadly, I'm half-broke. Needing a half-time break from all these thoughts of owning a new mobile phone or &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;MacBook Pro&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt; laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I better stop being online and do tutorials and study. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-3522103383761922601?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/3522103383761922601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=3522103383761922601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3522103383761922601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/3522103383761922601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-world.html' title='Hello World! =)'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-275933913769518875</id><published>2010-01-25T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:51:52.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><title type='text'>All I Asking For...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something occurred to me while I was having supper with my friends a while ago;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No matter who are my friends are, I treasure them all and I'm glad I have them all around me."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt that way just now. It didn't matter to me who were there and who weren't. All I felt was how much I appreciated their presence in my life. How much I cared for them although I've known them for a short time and still getting to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I've not been a really good friend in the recent few months to a few of my friends whom I am very, very close to in Kuching. I feel really bad for being that kind of jerk. At times, I just wish I have all the time in the world to be with everybody; out for a drink or dinner, play pool, enjoying a quiet night at bing!, a little clubbing, having a hard time killing zombies in cyber cafe or having lunch meeting at our favourite shop at Carpenter Street. Not to mention I wish I have the money to do all that too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I came KL, I feel I've changed. Some will find it good but I'm sure there are those who didn't like my change. I guess it's hard to be someone who has a lot of different kind of friends. Not to brag the amount of friends I have (I'm sure you have more than me) but each time I have an outing, it's usually different kind of gang. Around some you have to watch what you said, around another you don't have to and around another you won't need to say much cause they will do the talking. Hahaha! I'm glad though I have this kind of different gang. Makes you open to a lot of things and able to accept people for who they are without having much conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, not matter how much I cherish my friendship with everyone, I do ask for some things. One of a few things is the ability to accept me for who I am. I'm not that good, smart or talented. I can be kind and a nice person to talk to as well if you want me to. All you have to do is ask.. But I wanna be accepted for who I am and not to be changed into someone I'm not. Another thing I want people to accept and respect my decision on things. Recently, this particular thing have been oppressing to me. There are those who could not accept some decision that I made. I feel very disappointed some time and I do get really let down by some people. It really hurts me when my decisions are questioned and forced to change. Believe me, it's something you wouldn't like either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, I'm bad at confronting people cause I cannot bear looking at them hurt by me. Accidentally or by purpose, I cannot bear it at all. I would feel like I've hurt myself. I find it easier to be close with friends rather than my parents and I can share a lot of things with my friends - from life to more sensitive issues. The main reason is that I find what I said will be taken more seriously. Furthermore we are of the same mind and way of thinking. It really hurts when what you said is used back at you. I feel like my parents are really good at that. That's why I always find sharing my problems with a friend is way easier and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, don't get me wrong about that. Not everything I do is worth sharing with my friends cause it's not easy being me. I had to go through a lot, both mentally and physically, to be who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get jealous of some of my friends. Some time able to get what they want without much difficulties. Born smart, talented, good looking, friendly and more. Who wouldn't want those? Life is unfair? You know, I know, we all know. Nothing much is fair in this world except flipping a "clean" coin. That would mean using no influence on the coin such as magnets or so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends in Kuching. I miss my family. I miss everyone I know that I couldn't meet. I feel so powerless and hopeless cause I couldn't do much. It really suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : "Hey Ivan, let's go out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me : "Oh... Sorry I can't make it. Sort of busy today (or so on)."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : "Busy doing what? Cannot make time to hang out with me (or us)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Me : "I do have some unsolved things to do. I'm really sorry. Some other time alright?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend : "Like that &lt;i&gt;la&lt;/i&gt;... Every time ask you out, you cannot go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts that I said no but it hurts me more cause I turned down the offer and go shot back at like that for not being able to hang out. Forcing me to go would just spoil my mood and in the end, I would feel I just wasted time doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be seen as a friend who can't be there when you need someone. I don't wanna be a friend who looks for you only when I need help. But all I wish for right now is your respect and acknowledgment for my decision no matter what is the reason. I've reached the point of my life where I should know how to prioritize things and not just saying yes to everything. I need to think ahead and make a decision best for myself before others with a measure of rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie... I will hurt you but hurting you would hurt me more. However, it's already past the point where I need to be smart and think for my future and decide on things that will bring me to where I need to be in my life. People change. I change. Just maybe one day, I will be back to the old me =) God knows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-275933913769518875?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/275933913769518875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=275933913769518875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/275933913769518875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/275933913769518875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/all-i-asking-for.html' title='All I Asking For...'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-2286403854085812438</id><published>2010-01-23T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:37:45.580+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>My daily upset triggers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have officially reached the point where I'm at my limit. This &lt;s&gt;city&lt;/s&gt; college sucks. It's boring, noisy and busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring - I don't know what to do here but neither do I know where to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restless - It's 2AM, but still got noises especially the boys block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy - So many events? Not even one that interest me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, even KL doesn't seem as attractive as it was to me. I guess living in a city is far different than staying for a period of time. I doubt I'd get the best out of a car if I owned one here. I do know the roads and stuff like that but if you wanna ask me to suggest somewhere to go, I'd rather you think first before asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never lived a hostel life or campus life before. This is my first experience. I stayed back in my hometown for Form 6 and enjoyed the time. I didn't think coming here would be like this. Right now all I have in my head is the word "boring". I always looked up to KL as a city that would entertain me to no end but it reached the end. And I've only lived here for about 6 months. How am I gonna survive another &lt;s&gt;at least&lt;/s&gt; 2 and a half years?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get some sleep these days. Been taking naps but hot weather just made matters worse. &lt;s&gt;I'd sleep naked if this was my house.&lt;/s&gt; I find it hard to sleep at night, 2AM has been the earliest I've managed so far and 7AM is the latest. Am I suffering from insomnia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the weekend now but I can't even figure out what I wanna do later. The worst part is when Chinese New Year. I couldn't get a flight back to Kuching so I'll be &lt;s&gt;rotting away&lt;/s&gt; staying in college and just hope there are food served later. However, I feel like going on getaway to some island. I need to escape this city life. Hmm... Come to think of it, Tioman Island and Pangkor sounds cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well... Life is topsy turvy eh? Full of excitement and surprises. Saying hat reminds me of that &lt;s&gt;cheesy&lt;/s&gt; line from the movie Kungfu Panda; "Yesterday was history, tomorrow is the future, today is a gift. That's why it is called present.." &lt;s&gt;Seriously, I'd take that turtle and cook him for dinner.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-2286403854085812438?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/2286403854085812438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=2286403854085812438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2286403854085812438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/2286403854085812438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-officially-reached-point-where.html' title='My daily upset triggers?'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-7107285858450581218</id><published>2010-01-14T17:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:52:26.427+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>You suck P1</title><content type='html'>I'm a very loyal customer and user of the P1 W1MAX. I've used the P1 since the third month I got here and have since then stopped using the UM Wifi connection (which suck so much in my room that it takes forever to load Google).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to my disappointment, they are not a loyal and trustworthy internet service provider. Ever since last November, they have given me &lt;s&gt;bullshit&lt;/s&gt; connection that suck so much till it feels like I'm using Streamyx (which I rate as the worst) back at home. It gets really annoying especially when I'm using Skype. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a better option out there?! Please help me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-7107285858450581218?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/7107285858450581218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=7107285858450581218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7107285858450581218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/7107285858450581218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-suck-p1.html' title='You suck P1'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-5978612939650104842</id><published>2010-01-13T02:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:53:56.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Sleeping pills?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;IT'S FRIGGIN' 2.45AM AND I STILL COULDN'T SLEEP!! WHAT IS THAT MATTER WITH ME?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind feeling &lt;s&gt;very, very&lt;/s&gt; a little restless. A lot of things are going through my mind like how to get my lab classes done, assignments, revision, basketball match (at 7pm later), and need to get at least 2 pairs of slippers. I'm not doing myself justice by staying up this late with a new semester resolution to sleep earlier than 1.30am. I got a class at 8am later too and what makes it worse it that it is my Effective Presentation Skill class. &lt;i&gt;Sigh...&lt;/i&gt; I think need a generic sleeping pill &lt;s&gt;so I can wake up in bed next to my best friend, Eric bare naked&lt;/s&gt; to get me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!! IT'S 2.51AM?!! &lt;s&gt;SHIT!!!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... By the way, that wake up in bed thing I said back there, it's a line from Eminem's song, My 1st Single. So, please don't get me wrong. I'm straight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-5978612939650104842?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5978612939650104842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=5978612939650104842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5978612939650104842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5978612939650104842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleeping-pills.html' title='Sleeping pills?'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-5136284611008518573</id><published>2010-01-12T18:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:58:53.077+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>If I were to put a title, it might be explicit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up from a weird dream a while ago. It was just a short nap though. But the dream was something that made me think a lot for the past 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm in &lt;s&gt;deep shit&lt;/s&gt; trouble because I cannot attend the laboratory classes for my Organic Chemistry. Actually, I didn't really mind to have replacement classes but apparently my lecturer decide on something else;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A) Join another different lab class group &lt;i&gt;(on Thursday, which I'd actually rather go to...)&lt;/i&gt; but with the consent of the lecturer of that class;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B) Join a a different class which is on Monday, Week 5 to 7 &lt;i&gt;(but I have to get an exception from Information Skills classes for 4 &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt; weeks)&lt;/s&gt;;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C) Take the subject, go for lectures and not worry about the lab classes &lt;i&gt;(I love my lecturer.. Wait. What? You mean I take the lab classes NEXT YEAR?!!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option A seem like a great idea but I have this little hunch that if I go and ask the lecturer of that class, I'm sure he'd say the same thing and suggest option B or C. Thinking about this matter making me feel pissed off at some people. Frankly speaking, I am at no fault for not able to register the subject when we had to register it online. I did my part. I tried to register but every single lab classes were full (at that time). Only last Wednesday I managed to register the lab class. I guess someone pulled out last minute or the faculty found out that I didn't register the subject and decided to open a slot for me on that day (when they could have done it earlier so that I wouldn't miss my lab class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's only my second post here and I'm already ranting... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm so stuck, not knowing what is the best option. I even sent a text to my Academic Adviser about this. Still waiting for his reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I have this Principles or Chemistry lecturer which I think is nuts, cracking jokes but &lt;b&gt;I. DO. NOT. UNDERSTAND. THEM. AT. ALL.&lt;/b&gt; I have this feeling that students were laughing sarcastically at him just now cause he just laughed at his own joke. Even his English was that of junior high school student with the typical (I'm sorry, not being racist here) Malay-ish pronunciation and phrasing. I don't know how am I gonna survive this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I getting retards as my lecturer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great! I'm having English classes tomorrow for a friggin' 6 hours. I love university!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-5136284611008518573?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5136284611008518573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=5136284611008518573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5136284611008518573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5136284611008518573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-were-to-put-title-it-might-be.html' title='If I were to put a title, it might be explicit...'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3158152875345040388.post-5380934219442280638</id><published>2010-01-10T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:59:01.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A new year, a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;A new decade for a journey to make your own history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks to the Lord for letting me live to this day. Thankful that I still my family and friends together and living a moderate life. The past decade has been a great one for me. I still remember bits of my first taste of living in a decade (1989-1999). I was like every ordinary young boy back then; naughty, restless, playful, curious and naive. The world was something to discover everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the last decade (1999-2009) has brought a lot of changes to me. The millennium made the world wanting to achieve the impossible as science and technology advancement makes virtually almost anything possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I was exposed to so many things and I can honestly say, I'm not that naughty, restless, playful, curious and naive boy I was back then. Life has its own way to change a person and I felt I changed for the better &lt;s&gt;(well, that's what I think!)&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm looking forward towards an awesome &lt;s&gt;awe... Wait for it.. Some!&lt;/s&gt; year ahead. I've had so many things planned to the year (first half of the year to be exact) and hopefully by then end of this year I can stand up tall and say: &lt;b&gt;"I had a LEGEN... Wait for it.. Wait for it.. DARY year!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3158152875345040388-5380934219442280638?l=ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/feeds/5380934219442280638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3158152875345040388&amp;postID=5380934219442280638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5380934219442280638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3158152875345040388/posts/default/5380934219442280638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ivanwuffwuff.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-beginning.html' title='New Year, New Beginning'/><author><name>IvanWuffWuff</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01794782818528022401</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZZD6gWdOoDI/StiOwDNUbPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nEzv6yw1snI/S220/Picture0013redone2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
