<?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-6283050769458813819</id><updated>2012-01-25T03:30:12.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>|=-BřîãŃ's wAy Of LIFe-=|™ - Ver. II</title><subtitle type='html'>So much to talk about, so little time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-8503749557123131355</id><published>2010-04-03T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T01:53:34.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;我不是你想像那么勇敢&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;多想让你保护能流泪一场&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday finally had the chance to go back home after a long emotional week. Have been thinking and haunted by lots of things for the past week. Could hardly catch my breath anymore. I really need a short break from everything that is happening around me. Since I entered UM, this was the first time I felt truly glad that I was able to return home; to meet my family and just hangout with some old friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was lying on my bed yesterday night while listening to some songs. Everything felt very comfortable and relaxed. But soon problems begin popping in my mind. And it finally happened. After god-knows how many years, tears begin to roll out of my eyes. I cried. I cried my heart out like I've never cried before. Everytime a problem flashed across my mind, I cried even harder as though to flush it away. But I was thinking why? After such a long time, and out of all places and time, why did I have to cry now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess the answer was simple. I'm finally back to a place I'm comfortable with. A place where no one can watch and criticize me. A place where I can let my guard done and stop being defensive. Then I realize, behind the confident and cheerful face that I show people outside, I'm just a little kid inside, unprepared for the big bad world out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;让我放下武装像个孩子一样&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;单纯的把爱情放在你心上&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. I've tried my best, but is best enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Choppy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Tired-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-8503749557123131355?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/8503749557123131355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=8503749557123131355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8503749557123131355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8503749557123131355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7154199007731510395</id><published>2010-03-20T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T18:29:01.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我一个人吃饭　旅行　到处走走停停 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;也一个人看书　写信　自己对话谈心 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;只是心又飘到了哪里 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;就连自己看也看不清 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我想我不仅仅是失去你  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people think that I'm a happy person. Well, I want to be a happy person..but it's never easy. Many people have seen me laugh, some have seen me gone emo, while few have seen me cry but how many really knows what's inside me? I believe none. That's not anybody's fault though but rather my own. I don't share what's inside of me with anyone. I don't know why. Maybe I've not found the right person or maybe I just don't want to. So, most see me smiling all the time and call me a happy person. Well, not exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things are happening around me now. Can't catch up with studies and the pressure from the college activities are making me hard to breathe. There's this weird feeling stuck inside me. I want to cry but I can't. It seems that I don't cry as often as I used to. It's been a long time since I last cried. Maybe I've grown up now. Or maybe I've just forgotten how to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had fun? Yes, I do laugh occasionally nowadays but I don't laugh from my heart anymore. All I want is to laugh till my tears come out. When will this day come again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sitting alone in my hostel in a rainy day. Then it came crushing down on me, it seems I am alone all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;孤单　是一个人的狂欢 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;狂欢　是一群人的孤单 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Lonely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7154199007731510395?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7154199007731510395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7154199007731510395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7154199007731510395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7154199007731510395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2010/03/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-6350098787511229316</id><published>2010-02-10T03:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T04:15:11.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;I still remembered, 4 months back I came back from PTUM meeting and was shocked when was told that I have been voted as the vice director of MKC(Malam Kebudayaan Cina). I was walking back to my room in a ‘blur’ mode and then I met the newly-elected director (Hong Ye) whom I barely knew at that time. I went to him hastily and my first sentence was,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Choppy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;鸿越&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;现在怎么办&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-style: italic;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Hong Ye:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: SimSun; font-style: italic;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;我也不知道怎么办&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;4 months later, from 2 people who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: SimSun;" lang="ZH-CN"&gt;不知道怎么办&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;, finally, we have succeeded in organizing MKC 09/10. 4 months of struggle, sweat, and tears was all worth it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Anyway, my utmost gratitude and respect to Hong Ye for leading us to a great night. I must admit that neither me nor anyone else could have done a better job. I really learned a lot as your vice director. It’s still unbelievable that this is your first time leading a project.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;Thanks a lot too to Jen Han and Seck Feng for the marvelous decoration work. I’m not as talented as you guys so I did not contribute much for the deco design but I really tried my best to help you all complete the work. To Jen Han, sorry if I give you too much pressure. I too have full respect for you for being able to handle 2 performances and still manage to complete your job as Deco Head so well. It amazes me how multi-talented you are .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;" lang="EN-US"&gt;A huge thanks as well for all the great work from juniors and seniors who have helped us along the way. MKC 09/10 will forever be a night to remember.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_zjC5sXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lMnhO2XCMks/s1600-h/19273_1362870592224_1245387492_1101590_481657_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_zjC5sXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lMnhO2XCMks/s320/19273_1362870592224_1245387492_1101590_481657_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436337117514543474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our 1st draft after countless sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_0LS6-uI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5G6icT58E7k/s1600-h/20332_1377901166247_1193411251_1125106_7491020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_0LS6-uI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5G6icT58E7k/s320/20332_1377901166247_1193411251_1125106_7491020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436337128319154914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_0X0-NYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Y9tDGeiBTQQ/s1600-h/20332_1377900926241_1193411251_1125101_2224330_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_0X0-NYI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Y9tDGeiBTQQ/s320/20332_1377900926241_1193411251_1125101_2224330_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436337131683198338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turned into reality after 4 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_045qPGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UHIro-Zmd-g/s1600-h/DSC02401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_045qPGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/UHIro-Zmd-g/s320/DSC02401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436337140561230946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before MKC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_1esfonI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mOXOQQ9uohc/s1600-h/DSC02440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_1esfonI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mOXOQQ9uohc/s320/DSC02440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436337150706557554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After MKC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I almost cried when they threw away all the deco stuff. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Grateful-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-6350098787511229316?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/6350098787511229316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=6350098787511229316' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6350098787511229316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6350098787511229316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2010/02/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/S3G_zjC5sXI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/lMnhO2XCMks/s72-c/19273_1362870592224_1245387492_1101590_481657_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1749799630872547272</id><published>2009-06-15T01:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:10:54.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>5 days left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember, 5 months ago, I'm constantly counting down the days that I will be stuck in work. Always dreading about the same mundane routine I have to repeat everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, with 5 days to go, I'm kinda hoping that the last day would never come. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came as a stranger but bid goodbyes to many familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived with nothing to offer but leave with so many that I have received.&lt;br /&gt;I've taught but I've also learned.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Heavyhearted-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1749799630872547272?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1749799630872547272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1749799630872547272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1749799630872547272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1749799630872547272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2009/06/end.html' title='End'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-4871275242375383047</id><published>2009-04-30T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T23:02:58.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>Today, Moh Sern from 4S5 asked me a startling question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moh Sern: Teacher, do you hate this class?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read my previous post entitled 'Revenge', of course, the obvious answer would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, I could see that he was very disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moh Sern: If you hate this class, how come you can keep smiling when teaching us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did not answer him because I also don't know the answer, lol. Do I really hate them? Hmmm... I've been stuck with 4S5 ever since the first day I'd arrived at Kwang Hua. From Civic to Physics, 4S5 is the class that I had spent the longest time with. And frankly speaking, at the moment, 4S5 is the only class where I could remember each student's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, do I hate 4S5? I must say.... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I guess smiling is brian aka choppy's way of life. Smile or frown, life goes on. I choose to smile. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Confused-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-4871275242375383047?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/4871275242375383047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=4871275242375383047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4871275242375383047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4871275242375383047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2009/04/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-5223531278664665319</id><published>2009-04-22T21:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:53:30.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accused</title><content type='html'>I was walking towards 3P today to substitute an absent teacher and while passing through 3Q, a student walked out of the class to 'greet' me even though &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pn. X&lt;/span&gt; is inside. Please take note that the student walked out of the class on his own will and I had no intention to call him out or even talk to him. As I was aware that there was a teacher in class, I immediately ordered him back into class. But he was reluctant and insisted to stay outside. So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pn. X &lt;/span&gt;stormed out of class and scolded the boy. I left them alone and hurried into 3P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, as I was passing through the teacher's office, Pn. X stormed right infront of me and confronted me in front of all the other teachers. She started yelling at me, "Why you go and call the student out to talk to him? This is not the first time this had happened! You always do this and disrupt my class!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stare at her in disbelief. But since the other teachers were looking, I did not want to turn this into a big issue. Hence, I just told her that I did not call the student out and quickly rushed into 5S1 as I was already late for class. What she told to the other teachers, I don't know. And I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remembered correctly, when she scolded the 3Q student, she mentioned, "How dare you walk out of class while I'm standing there like a bloody fool?" Well, guess what? Judging from the fact that you would actually go frenzy in a public area and start making baseless accusation, it shows that you truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt; a bloody fool. And a pathetic one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an experienced teacher, how could you have just made a baseless accusation and confronted me right infront of so many other people? If you were to discuss this with me in a private area, I could have explained myself. But it seems now that there is no point explaining to an absurd-minded fool. How shameful and imagine the bad example that the teacher is giving to the other pupils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Never argue with idiots. They drag you down to their level and beat you with experience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it isn't my fault that you failed at class-control. It's not my fault that the student walked out of class on his own will. For example, a Malaysian citizen decides to forfeit his nationality and joins Singapore because he finds Singapore much more attractive. Do you see Malaysian government declaring war on Singapore? Come on-lah, Phua Chu Kang would be the first to laugh at you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use your brain, use your brainnnn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/Se8u6YGGm0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/ezbY_5bNH-w/s1600-h/pck-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/Se8u6YGGm0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/ezbY_5bNH-w/s320/pck-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327528464637926210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.s. Just because you're a permanent teacher does not give you the rights to intimidate temporary teachers like us. We're all trying our best as well to contribute to the school except, of course, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Rage-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-5223531278664665319?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/5223531278664665319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=5223531278664665319' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5223531278664665319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5223531278664665319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2009/04/accused.html' title='Accused'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/Se8u6YGGm0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/ezbY_5bNH-w/s72-c/pck-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-5464661078392977171</id><published>2009-04-21T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:37:57.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impression</title><content type='html'>Have you heard? The current super-sensational-stratospherically-popular Susan Boyle? Forget Jolin Tsai! Susan is the new hit in town, no, make that earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit &lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/showbiz/tv/article2375255.ece"&gt;The Sun&lt;/a&gt; for a louder and clearer version of her audition on Britain's Got Talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternatively, you may visit &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;Youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another perfect example not to judge a person by his/her cover. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Baffled-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-5464661078392977171?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/5464661078392977171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=5464661078392977171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5464661078392977171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5464661078392977171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2009/04/impression.html' title='Impression'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-3433249672322832818</id><published>2009-04-08T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:53:59.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Choppy?</title><content type='html'>I was taking my usual nap this afternoon and was abruptly interrupted by a phone call. As much as I hate people bugging my sleep, I try my best to greet every phone call with courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with a slothful tone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choppy: Hello....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown: Hello. Can I speak to Mr Chooppy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great, must be one of those prank calls by Hogzai or Kui or somebody else equally childish ( Yes, Hog you are childish =D ) ..... Wait a minute, it's a girl's voice! My brain froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I heard it wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choppy: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown: Is this Mr Chooppy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally stunned and had no idea what to reply. Then my brain neurons started going into a rampage trying to sort out the situation. I couldn't recall any girl who would call me Mr Choppy.... Holy cow, a student?! Nooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choppy: Yes speaking....May I know who is this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unknown: Good afternoon Mr Chooppy. This is Sara from True Fitness ..... your number chosen .... free pass...Pavillion ....bla bla bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I wasn't listening because I was totally in a LOL-moment! Where in the world did she get my number from?! I mean, usually calls like this would ask for your name before they start blabbering away on their promotion or what-so-ever. This call however instantly identifies me as Mr Choppy ... did she like got it from facebook or something? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is the first time a stranger actually addresses me as Mr Choppy. What could this mean? Should I start introducing myself as Choppy instead of Chow Fu? Is the name Choppy ready to go global? Ponder ponder....truly a 100% LOL-moment, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I wasn't very happy that she pronounced it as Chooppy rather than Choppy =/ She made it sound like 'pig's skin' in mandarin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Amazed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-3433249672322832818?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/3433249672322832818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=3433249672322832818' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3433249672322832818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3433249672322832818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2009/04/mr-choppy.html' title='Mr Choppy?'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1639305290254517522</id><published>2009-03-14T02:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T02:57:29.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SbqrauFGLbI/AAAAAAAAATw/xEQfob4HWkg/s1600-h/earth-hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SbqrauFGLbI/AAAAAAAAATw/xEQfob4HWkg/s400/earth-hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312747185971277234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earth Hour started in 2007 in Sydney, Australia with 2.2 million homes and businesses turning their lights off for one hour.&lt;br /&gt;Only a year later and this event had become a global sustainability movement with up to 50 million people across 35 countries participating.&lt;br /&gt;Global landmarks such as the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, Rome’s Colosseum and the Coca Cola billboard in Times Square,&lt;br /&gt;all stood in darkness, as symbols of hope for a cause that grows more urgent by the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour 2009 is a global call to action to every individual, every business and every community.&lt;br /&gt;A call to stand up, to take responsibility and to get involved in working towards a sustainable future.&lt;br /&gt;Iconic buildings and landmarks worldwide will stand in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;People across the world will turn off their lights and join together in creating the vital conversation about the future of our precious planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 64 countries and territories are participating in Earth Hour 2009.&lt;br /&gt;This number grows every day as people realise how such a simple act, can have such a profound result in affecting change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour is a message of hope and a message of action. Everyone can make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planned and run by WWF-Malaysia and its partners, EARTH HOUR MALAYSIA is happening on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;28 March 2009&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8.30pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;All parties are welcome to participate in Earth Hour on the 28th of March 2009 by turning off your lights for one hour from 8.30pm-9.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go tell everyone you know to play their part&lt;/span&gt;. I'm going to start promoting this event to all my students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;For more info go to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial;" title="http://www.earthhour.org/news/my:en" href="http://www.earthhour.org/news/my:en"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.earthhour.org/news/my:en&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Earth Hour 2009&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial;" title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CRs-7lRlPo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CRs-7lRlPo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Let's make this world a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Choppy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;-Determined-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1639305290254517522?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1639305290254517522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1639305290254517522' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1639305290254517522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1639305290254517522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-2009.html' title='Earth Hour 2009'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SbqrauFGLbI/AAAAAAAAATw/xEQfob4HWkg/s72-c/earth-hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7770046740961587089</id><published>2009-02-13T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:19:33.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge</title><content type='html'>I am a happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to school happily, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enter 4S5 happily, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave 4S5 happily..... not even once - well maybe only on the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day was great. They listened to me and I listened to them. Introduced myself and received pleasing feedback. Everything went smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day was OK. Had minor difficulties to get them to prepare a small notebook. But it was only the second day and everything will be fine sooner or later. And so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day was chaotic. People were walking around. Shouts and curses filled the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth day was disastrous. Everything was out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me started on the fifth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a patient, easy-going, and trying-to-be-friendly teacher. But when I'm forced to go around trying so damn hard to keep everything under control, almost to the point of begging, you are basically poking at the vengeance-seeking monster lurking inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You leave me no choice. From the producers of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/span&gt;, I bring you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SZV_yiYFR6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/wuCWfDvW9tU/s1600-h/V+copy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SZV_yiYFR6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/wuCWfDvW9tU/s320/V+copy.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302284642496628642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;C for Choppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Poor Editing, I know. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the revenge begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;Vengeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7770046740961587089?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7770046740961587089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7770046740961587089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7770046740961587089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7770046740961587089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2009/02/revenge.html' title='Revenge'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SZV_yiYFR6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/wuCWfDvW9tU/s72-c/V+copy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-373808459485006695</id><published>2009-01-03T23:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:57:26.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>Once again, like history that repeats itself, January 5th will be the first schooling day for year 2009 and never have I been so excited to go back to school! But, I will be bringing along new roles and responsibility because I'm no longer a student, instead I'm going to be a teacher! ( At SMJK Kwang Hua, FYI ) So, bye bye uniforms, school rules and all those crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be teaching 3 subjects mainly, Physical Education, Civic Education and - totally never see this coming - Arts and Craft. Gosh, it's going to be so much fun and I can't wait to start my first Arts and Craft lesson! Although I've never been in contact with it since 4 years back but this just makes the subject sounds more thrilling for me! You guys might think I'm not prepared but I've actually prepared a big list on things to draw! Can't wait, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, many of you have asked why didn't I opt for a better subject considering the fact that certain 'unpopular' personnel actually got to teach mathematics instead of me. But the fact is, I'm totally fine with it. Seriously! Come to think of it, it's not really easy teaching a mainstream subject, especially for newbie teachers like me ( Remember the life we gave Pn Prema? ) I guess it's better now for me to teach a less important subject and learn to connect more with the students. (I meant that in a positive way, so don't call me pervert or whatever =.=) Besides, that's really the main purpose I wanted to be a teacher in the first place. And for that particular 'unpopular' person, time will tell if you sink or swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing people have been telling me is to not get bullied by the students there. Not to mention the 1001 tales of naughty students in Kwang Hua. Thanks alot everybody for your concern and your advice. I'll take good care of myself and make sure all my body parts are still intact when I step out of the school doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 2 days away before I start the new phase of my life and the only thing going through my mind now is what will the students actually call me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher Phan, Teacher Chow Fu, or maybe.....Teacher Choppy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Excited- yet once again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-373808459485006695?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/373808459485006695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=373808459485006695' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/373808459485006695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/373808459485006695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2009/01/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-6469689328143896373</id><published>2008-12-23T22:41:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:06:42.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SVD6Ni3YKkI/AAAAAAAAARA/7v3CaFvZab8/s1600-h/hp+album+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SVD6Ni3YKkI/AAAAAAAAARA/7v3CaFvZab8/s200/hp+album+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282997473509911106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SVD9NSQqShI/AAAAAAAAASI/u_J7SQ-wv6w/s1600-h/hp+album+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SVD9NSQqShI/AAAAAAAAASI/u_J7SQ-wv6w/s200/hp+album+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283000767587437074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunway Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SVD9NqkiYbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IBKOqwczYls/s1600-h/hp+album+131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SVD9NqkiYbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IBKOqwczYls/s200/hp+album+131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283000774113255858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SVD90H1kzTI/AAAAAAAAASY/iXlPJyixPXk/s1600-h/xmas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SVD90H1kzTI/AAAAAAAAASY/iXlPJyixPXk/s200/xmas+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283001434804374834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wishing all my friends a merry merry X'mas!&lt;br /&gt;and a&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Wishful-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-6469689328143896373?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/6469689328143896373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=6469689328143896373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6469689328143896373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6469689328143896373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/12/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SVD6Ni3YKkI/AAAAAAAAARA/7v3CaFvZab8/s72-c/hp+album+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-6063043012120748211</id><published>2008-12-05T17:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:21:47.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 10:30am by a mysterious phone call, asked me to come out of the house. Scramble out of the bed unwillingly - after sleeping only 5 hours - to see a familiar kancil outside my house. Step outside, chit-chat for awhile at the door and then, as she always do, surprise me again with a plastic bag. Got me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjypt_eHfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/q7KX8kIA-6I/s1600-h/DSC00098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjypt_eHfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/q7KX8kIA-6I/s200/DSC00098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276233761998904818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unexpected&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjy6PY9eHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ivTAWpninjk/s1600-h/DSC00099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjy6PY9eHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ivTAWpninjk/s200/DSC00099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276234045842094194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjz_OWdTfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/imssJYdNAAM/s1600-h/DSC00112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjz_OWdTfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/imssJYdNAAM/s200/DSC00112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276235230974135794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open see inside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjzLTdVdoI/AAAAAAAAAQI/o1217qQTv8Q/s1600-h/DSC00101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjzLTdVdoI/AAAAAAAAAQI/o1217qQTv8Q/s200/DSC00101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276234338991961730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My wish came true lee...happy family &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjzixUHFaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oQ8T73_NgZI/s1600-h/DSC00109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjzixUHFaI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oQ8T73_NgZI/s200/DSC00109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276234742143325602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really touched by her. Amazing how she understands people so well. She really remembers everything others tell her. Feeling a slight guilt because she did so much for me but I had helped her so little. I don't think I could ever met another better friend. Really glad to have met you! Thanks for making today one of my best birthdays ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, start cleaning my room. Exam over already, means its time to get rid of those books. In the process, I found ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RM 250&lt;/span&gt; hidden in my drawer! Haha, this means more shopping!&lt;/span&gt; ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STj5Jk7U5cI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NuaWRnxbqK8/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STj5Jk7U5cI/AAAAAAAAAQg/NuaWRnxbqK8/s200/DSC00121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276240906391184834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STj6EJTZwgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kwho7u1va10/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STj6EJTZwgI/AAAAAAAAAQo/kwho7u1va10/s200/DSC00122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276241912588255746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, piles of books waiting to be burned, wahaha ( Dear environmentalist, I'm just kidding, I pledge that these papers will b turned into useful toilet papers ^^ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Osaka with my brother for lunch, freaking spent RM 40++ , haha but who cares? Its me-day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Having my favorite, tempura tenzaru soba hehe~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STj-WOxAVyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6vKT4kFZipU/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STj-WOxAVyI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6vKT4kFZipU/s200/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276246621338752802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a great day today. Later still got dinner with family and movie with friends, weee~ Ah, not forgetting to thanks to those who spam my phone too with tons of wishes. Back at ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Touched-&lt;br /&gt;-Excited-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-6063043012120748211?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/6063043012120748211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=6063043012120748211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6063043012120748211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6063043012120748211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/STjypt_eHfI/AAAAAAAAAP4/q7KX8kIA-6I/s72-c/DSC00098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-5397843597483937310</id><published>2008-11-28T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:45:21.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsiderate</title><content type='html'>I was pretty depressed yesterday after my Maths 2 paper and it was surprising to see how inconsiderate some people can be. As though I wasn't sad enough, when I said I did badly, 1 person actually said " Wow, then we got chance to get A liao loh? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's ok if you kept this thought in your mind because I would never know since I'm no mind-reader but seriously, did you have to spit it out? Right after the exam? Seriously?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you could be joking but don't you think it was not the right moment? It's like when you attend a funeral and you tell the family members " Cheer up, the world needs to feed 1 person less now." =.= Come onnnnnnnnnn. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I might be over-exaggerating. One of those emo moments again, I suppose. Don't worry, I'll get over it, somehow. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Thanks to friends who consoled me. No thanks to people who did not even try. Even those I was close too, well at least I thought we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Emo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-5397843597483937310?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/5397843597483937310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=5397843597483937310' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5397843597483937310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5397843597483937310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/11/inconsiderate.html' title='Inconsiderate'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-230982643141995876</id><published>2008-11-15T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:47:52.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chionggg!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the last chance to make our mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; History will know who we are! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; This is the last game so make it count, it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Now or Never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;STPM starts in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all my friends all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard, think smart. Let the games begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Determined-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-230982643141995876?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/230982643141995876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=230982643141995876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/230982643141995876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/230982643141995876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/11/chionggg.html' title='Chionggg!'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-3136365256813261732</id><published>2008-11-06T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:28:54.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make. I've been trying to say this for a very long time. Since it's graduation day today, there is no better time to spill the beans than now. Ready or not, here goes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I hate how we turn from strangers to the best of friends in just 1 year and 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I'll miss all the times we've spent laughing together till our stomachs cramped.&lt;br /&gt;I hate all the gossips and secrets we share with each other because I probably wouldn't receive anymore updates.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be in the same class with all you guys because now it will all just be memories.&lt;br /&gt;I hate all the times we've spent together because now we will all depart on our own ways and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how much I loved all of you guys, each in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate how my tears flow while trying to post this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw graduation day. How I wished this day would never come .. then I don't have to hate all of you. It's tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-depressed-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-3136365256813261732?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/3136365256813261732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=3136365256813261732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3136365256813261732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3136365256813261732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/11/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-2455982379105688562</id><published>2008-10-23T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:32:18.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SQBgXLGCIII/AAAAAAAAALQ/2RQDweht-Q0/s1600-h/hsm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SQBgXLGCIII/AAAAAAAAALQ/2RQDweht-Q0/s200/hsm3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260310316000092290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;High School Musical 3 is coming to town ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;! This is so exciting ~~~ I don't think I can sleep tonight! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Excited-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-2455982379105688562?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/2455982379105688562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=2455982379105688562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2455982379105688562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2455982379105688562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/10/yippee.html' title='Yippee!'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SQBgXLGCIII/AAAAAAAAALQ/2RQDweht-Q0/s72-c/hsm3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1024486359423931429</id><published>2008-10-10T02:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T02:30:58.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>MPPTE just ended today and it's really mind-boggling to see how time flies so quickly. Anyway, lots of room for improvement on today's MPPTE, and hopefully the new board of MTE can learn from their mistakes this time and perform better in future events. All the best to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 days till STPM. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;. Are you f***ing serious?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2am now and I can't believe I'm trying to post an entry. Shouldn't I be snoring away? Well, I can't. And it's because of this guilt that is bugging me. No, I did not commit a crime or anything but ... let's recap what I was doing for the past few hours. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tv. Youtube. Tv&lt;/span&gt;. Hmm, can't seem to find '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study&lt;/span&gt;' in the list. Oh, did I mention STPM is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt; days away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just preposterous! Now, I'm feeling more lost than season 3 of Heroes and extreme disappointment with myself. I can't even think straight now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. Procrastination, please stay away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-lost-&lt;br /&gt;-disappointed-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1024486359423931429?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1024486359423931429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1024486359423931429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1024486359423931429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1024486359423931429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-25679477702096705</id><published>2008-09-28T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:16:21.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SN8fSGhXEiI/AAAAAAAAALI/hqF3HZifEDk/s1600-h/pokemon3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SN8fSGhXEiI/AAAAAAAAALI/hqF3HZifEDk/s200/pokemon3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250950086385930786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pokemon is back! And it's taking High School Klang by storm - well, at least in 6A2 it is. It is unbelievable that in the midst of exam, everybody is once again addicted to Pokemon! Extreme pressure? Probably. Anyway, almost everybody is playing Pokemon through their cellphones now except for, well, me =( And that's only because I do not have a decent phone that supports Pokemon. I hope I can get a new mobile soon and start my Pokemon adventure as well~ Can't wait! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gotta catch 'em all~ P-O-K-E-M-O-N!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Excited-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-25679477702096705?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/25679477702096705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=25679477702096705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/25679477702096705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/25679477702096705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/09/pokemon.html' title='Pokemon'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SN8fSGhXEiI/AAAAAAAAALI/hqF3HZifEDk/s72-c/pokemon3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1300951183364335928</id><published>2008-09-20T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T02:07:08.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gloomy clouds hover above&lt;br /&gt;melancholy fill the damp air&lt;br /&gt;saturated not with rain drops&lt;br /&gt;but tears of close family and friends&lt;br /&gt;mourning for the departed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;tears evaporate&lt;br /&gt;and so must grief&lt;br /&gt;for life goes on&lt;br /&gt;only memories remain&lt;br /&gt;to mend each wound&lt;br /&gt;in every broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passing away of 2 immediate relatives in a mere 3 days have proved to be a very difficult time, especially for the relatives on my father's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the departed souls be relieved from suffering&lt;br /&gt;May all family and friends be free from grief&lt;br /&gt;and be well and happy&lt;br /&gt;Sadhu. Sadhu. Sadhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;Gloom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1300951183364335928?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1300951183364335928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1300951183364335928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1300951183364335928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1300951183364335928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/09/sorrow.html' title='Sorrow'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-8419527945307069390</id><published>2008-08-26T18:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:40:48.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SLPjT2wJqyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i8rUuXPaU48/s1600-h/web-button_1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SLPjT2wJqyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i8rUuXPaU48/s200/web-button_1.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238780721816513314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Hour Famine had just ended on Sunday and it was a blast! Kudos to the committee team of Tiong Hua Kok Bin DIY Famine camp for the successful event! It has been ages since I had so much fun and it was the perfect time for me to relax myself as the STPM trials approaches. I'm so glad I insisted to attend the camp even though I was 6 hours late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had lots of fun especially on the night of the concert because everybody was going wild and crazy! It was as though everyone was on ecstasy and just kept screaming and jumping all night long! Another memorable part was during the final 4-hour countdown party at Bukit Jalil. At first, we were reluctant to go down to the field as it was blazing hot but we couldn't bare to see the field so empty. When all of a sudden, 1 hour later, it started raining freaking heavily. So, we just partied under the rain for 3 hours non-stop! It was awesome! But of course, we had our raincoats on, prepared by the committee team ( another great planning by the committees, bravo! ) and it was my first time wearing a raincoat, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team was great too - the Piggie team! 8 people in total and 6 of them are from High School's Lower 6 while another boy is from Kwang Hua. It was a great chance to know them better because I wasn't close to any of them before in High School. We had lots of fun fooling around and snapping lots and lots of picture. My team also contributed the most in the charity sales! We spent more than Rm100 on the bookmarks for sale and the prize was Luo Yise's autograph CD and Jam Xiao's autograph! We gave the CD to our leader since he spent the most. And I was so touched when they decided to give me the limited Jam Xiao's autograph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SLPprCWeEgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k-OpMgGj_ss/s1600-h/DSC06914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SLPprCWeEgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/k-OpMgGj_ss/s200/DSC06914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238787717136781826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SLPqFD1MGII/AAAAAAAAALA/eQVQyR3GJ_I/s1600-h/DSC06912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SLPqFD1MGII/AAAAAAAAALA/eQVQyR3GJ_I/s200/DSC06912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238788164210661506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was really surprised and touched because I barely knew them for few hours and they decided to give me this priceless gift ( I almost cried but I did not, haha ) I feel blessed that everybody treat me so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have got to stop trying to make me cry, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s Sorry for the limited pictures because I did not bring my camera there. Have to wait till I get them from my group mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Touched-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-8419527945307069390?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/8419527945307069390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=8419527945307069390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8419527945307069390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8419527945307069390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/08/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SLPjT2wJqyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i8rUuXPaU48/s72-c/web-button_1.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7948746311157669716</id><published>2008-08-22T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:51:28.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk</title><content type='html'>I had a long walk today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 am : I walked from St John KPS Headquarter to La Salle school just to find a bus stop. I don't know what happened to the bus stop in front of the Headquarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30 am : I walked from the Klang Central Bus Station to High School. Boon Kai said he wanted to have group study last night so I did not take the bus home. On my way walking to High School, he text me and said he woke up late so the study plan is canceled. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 pm : I walked from High School to Klang Parade to meet my cousin so he could fetch me home. I planned to stay in the library till 4pm so that I can attend the Fiesta straight away which starts at 6pm. Suddenly, the librarian turned off the air-conditioner and said they are closing at 1pm. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully it was a cloudy day with slight breezes. It was quite relaxing too to have a long walk alone. Except for the heavy backpack and the dangerous traffic part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Tired-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7948746311157669716?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7948746311157669716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7948746311157669716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7948746311157669716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7948746311157669716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/08/walk.html' title='Walk'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7059995939421993768</id><published>2008-08-15T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:01:18.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>I cried in class today, twice, and I guessed nobody noticed, thankfully. Well, I don't know if that is considered crying but 2 tear drops did came rolling out of a sudden and I had to rub it off straight away. Once was right in the middle of Maths period and another was right after Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what is happening to me today but this has got to be the lowest feeling I've ever felt for a very very long time. Maybe I'm just too tired or stress is really hitting me hard now, I don't know. Life too difficult? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came home and slept for 4 hours and feeling a slight headache now. Hopefully this emo cloud would soon disperse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life goes on ... Gambatte choppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p/s Thanks to Boon Kai for sending me home right after school even though he had to rush for his MP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Moody-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7059995939421993768?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7059995939421993768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7059995939421993768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7059995939421993768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7059995939421993768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/08/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-2328476360803818258</id><published>2008-08-10T14:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T21:10:17.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman</title><content type='html'>Ok, the title says it all, this post is about the latest Batman movie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dark Knight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now the question is '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you watched it?&lt;/span&gt;' If not, please bang your head against the wall. No wait, make that 3 times, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm being stupid here but I just can't resist the awesomeness of Batman! I must admit that I did not watch the previous movies of Batman ( maybe I had a glimpse, I forgot ) but that doesn't matter because most importantly this recent sequel rocks! I have read some bad criticisms on the movie but its not that I care anyway since its their own opinion. Besides, if the movie is that bad, it wouldn't have break countless box office records ( even Titanic's! *gasp* ) Heath Ledger's tragedy might have provided some publicity but I don't think that's a pertinent factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the late Heath Ledger, I felt that he portrayed The Joker marvelously. I have to say Joker is one of the most disturbing characters I've ever seen ( Well, maybe not to most of you out there because I've never seen any horror movies in the cinema before or anywhere else, lol,  FYI ) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Warning spoiler ahead*&lt;/span&gt; And my favourite part of the movie was when both ships decided not to kill each other. IMO, That was a nice touch of goodness in a totally emo-fied movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SJ6TVKH1rmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X_Q6RTmj9DE/s1600-h/the_dark_knight_batman_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SJ6TVKH1rmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X_Q6RTmj9DE/s200/the_dark_knight_batman_movie_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232781808754863714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, its an awesome movie to watch and I'm sorry Yichun, but I have to say it again, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he is much cooler than your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Optimus Prime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;', haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With great power comes great responsibility....no wait, that's spiderman, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;p/s : On a completely different note, the Beijing Olympics 2008 Opening Ceremony was absolutely spectacular! Go China!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Approbative-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-2328476360803818258?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/2328476360803818258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=2328476360803818258' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2328476360803818258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2328476360803818258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/08/batman.html' title='Batman'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SJ6TVKH1rmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X_Q6RTmj9DE/s72-c/the_dark_knight_batman_movie_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-2201652865645350224</id><published>2008-08-02T22:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:06:16.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciate</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; back in the world of blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't really have anything to say but I guess I'll post something for the sake of posting. Well, as most of you would have known, I'm back from the 39th International Physics Olympiad in Hanoi, Vietnam just 3 days ago. And I'm still missing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, my ranking is 206 out of 376 students from 82 countries all over the world. Not that bad, huh? After that gruelling theory paper which I scored only 3/30, who would have expected me to even win an Honorable Mention? For a person like me who had not expected much from myself, to win something in this IPhO is truly a dream come true. Well, I'm very satisfied with my performance and hopefully I did not let any of my friends or family down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, in order not to make this another lengthy post, I'll summarize Vietnam in 2 words; Wild and Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Wild as in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; traffic that never stops! In Vietnam, people stop for the cars and not  the cars(motorcycles too) stop for you, not even when you are using the zebra crossing! Vietnamese utilize their car horns very well too. It's like everybody is getting married everyday and the horns just go berserk everywhere you go. And did I mention that their traffic lights are mere roadside decorations?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful faces and beautiful places. That's right. It's hard not to notice how pretty Vietnamese girls are! It's surprising that in the period of 10 days when I'm there, I only noticed 1 plump girl and everybody else looks like sticks, even aunties! GK even said that if you throw a pebble in a random direction, chances of hitting a pretty girl is so darn high! Of course, I must say Vietnamese have beautiful hearts too as they were very friendly and provided great hospitality for each participants. Aww, I miss my guide Linh so much! And Vietnam is a beautiful place too. The picturesque sceneries at Halong Bay and Trang-An Eco-tourism Park are really breathtaking! I'm sorry I couldn't provide any pictures now because my camera has been sent for repair. It'll be back in 3 weeks, sigh. Unless I can dig out my card reader..but you know me, I'm lazy, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss everything about IPhO! I miss the midnight chat with the Australian team, I miss Sebastian and Fabio from Liechenstein who were hilarious and the Irish, Macau and Brunei team that were so friendly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, this trip to Vietnam is really an eye-opening and amazing experience that is one of the best times in my life, if not best! I'll definitely treasure all the great memories and the souvenirs from all my new found friends. I'm offered to go for the selection again for IPhO 2009 which will be held at Mexico(sounds like fun haha) but I'll need to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that everything is back to normal, I'll have to buckle up and prepare for my trials which is in 1 month. I need to make sure I'm no longer in my holiday mood and be fully prepared for STPM. Speaking of STPM, Upper 6 will be over in .. hmm, 4 months? Which means I must appreciate all the times I have left with all my friends ... I really can't imagine what would happen on our last day of school. I'll most probably cry, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;swt, the whole post turned out lengthy in the end...bah,wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s :&lt;br /&gt;1. A great thanks to my classmates for organizing that mini party to welcome us back. Really appreciate it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;2. Congratulations to Uncle Charisma on his new blog! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Nostalgic-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-2201652865645350224?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/2201652865645350224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=2201652865645350224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2201652865645350224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2201652865645350224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/08/appreciate.html' title='Appreciate'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-3737772949198322391</id><published>2008-07-17T00:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:04:59.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>Well, I'll be leaving for UKM today after school and we'll be heading straight to Hanoi, Vietnam on Sunday. We'll be back on the 30th, which means I'll be exactly 2 weeks absent from school. This is actually the first time I'm going to be away from home for more than a week and it's been really difficult for me. Not to mention the excessive pressure from the high expectations of people around me, I'm absolutely emotionally and mentally stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I'm very grateful to be surrounded by a circle of close friends who are concerned about me and have been very encouraging. I know its only a mere 2 weeks but I'm seriously going to miss each and every one of you. Thanks so much for all the well wishes and the blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pn. Lim&lt;/span&gt; for working so hard to manage our trip to Hanoi. It must have been very difficult, especially with the self-centered and inconsiderate principal around. Thanks for your generous contribution for our taxi fare to UKM and your hard effort to find sponsors for our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yichun&lt;/span&gt; for being very concerned about me and my preparations for this trip. I can feel that you really do treat me as your real younger brother. Please do take care too while I'm not around for these 2 weeks ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kai ma&lt;/span&gt; for her very special gift. I'm honestly touched when you handed me that cute lil doll flown all the way from Korea, my tears almost came out, haha. I swear that I'll keep it for the rest of my life. I'm glad there's something to remind me of you while I'm at Vietnam, hehe. So lucky to be your Kai Cai ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SH4vd6YkZWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MiU3EXMsOmA/s1600-h/DSC03131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SH4vd6YkZWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MiU3EXMsOmA/s200/DSC03131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223664808731370850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Charisma&lt;/span&gt; for taking your time to make me that short testimonial in friendster. Very '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gan dong&lt;/span&gt;' leh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot again to everybody. May we meet again in 2 weeks time. Ciaoz. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Anybody that has free time please do not hesitate to phone me, haha. And before I sign off, how do I look?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SH4yaUYBGeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/b3r9SJjHFTc/s1600-h/DSC03129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SH4yaUYBGeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/b3r9SJjHFTc/s200/DSC03129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223668045523786210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kai ma says I look more mature, haha, which is a good thing. Too bad I will not have the chance to attend High School's Prom Night in this suit =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Touched-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-3737772949198322391?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/3737772949198322391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=3737772949198322391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3737772949198322391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3737772949198322391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SH4vd6YkZWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MiU3EXMsOmA/s72-c/DSC03131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-2181364722083262147</id><published>2008-07-13T13:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:00.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood...</title><content type='html'>Yay! I donated my blood for the first time yesterday! I am so freaking proud of myself! ^^ ( Sorry for the '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;self-siok&lt;/span&gt;', haha) And the best thing is I'm not even 18 yet! ( No, I did not lie to the nurse about my age, I've got parents permission, FYI ) So, shame on those people who are already 18 and yet have no guts to donate their oh-so-precious blood *wink* =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Venue : High School, Klang&lt;br /&gt;Date : 12 July 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time : 10:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Peace! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SHmO0uGP4KI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Cg0uRrBOc7A/s1600-h/DSC02998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SHmO0uGP4KI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Cg0uRrBOc7A/s200/DSC02998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222362279291379874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Blood......cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SHmPcofvm6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5cbh5JBZsAU/s1600-h/DSC03020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SHmPcofvm6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5cbh5JBZsAU/s200/DSC03020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222362964982471586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, I admit I was freaking darn terrified and nervous when I arrived at the hall. Everyone was like saying how pale I looked and my blank reactions when they talk to me, lol. Oh well, it was my first, so I guess its normal to be scared. But everything turned out fine and it didn't really hurt that much, trust me, Kar Hing's pinch is much worse than the needle, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm pretty disappointed though because my Kai ma and Uncle Charisma  said they would be there but they didn't turn out =( Ok, Uncle Charisma did came about 30 minutes after I was done donating. Oh well, I heard he was busy flirting with Siau Man xD Busy flirting yet no guts to donate, sad =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say thanks to&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boon Kai&lt;/span&gt; for being there to chat with me and taking photos, although he too didn't donate because he was too afraid of the needle =.=&lt;br /&gt;- my junior, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lih Yan&lt;/span&gt; who was practically there just to nag me and complain how slow my blood is filling the pack and she too did not donate because she was obviously underweight, haha. She might not even have enough blood for herself xD&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wooi Seng&lt;/span&gt; for accompanying me and chatting with me before I went to donate so that I was not that nervous. Another one that didn't donate for god-knows-what-reason =P&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chen Huat&lt;/span&gt; who was donating his blood right next to me and talking all those nonsense to distract me. I felt bad when he got scolded by the nurse because he was disturbing me when the nurse was about to inject the needle =( He was just trying to distract me from the needle though...&lt;br /&gt;- Aunty &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kwee Ping&lt;/span&gt; for her concern and encouragement ^^ Too bad she didn't donate because she was also afraid of the needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a great experience. There's no doubt that I will be donating again in the future because it feels so great to able to save life. So to whoever out there who is still a blood-donation-virgin, stop being a sissy and start donating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve for Mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. My blood type is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Proud-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-2181364722083262147?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/2181364722083262147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=2181364722083262147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2181364722083262147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2181364722083262147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/07/blood.html' title='Blood...'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SHmO0uGP4KI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Cg0uRrBOc7A/s72-c/DSC02998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-2641766156012735144</id><published>2008-06-29T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:02:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" id="T_38" onclick="To('38')"&gt;天黑黑 欲落雨&lt;div id="T_38" onclick="To('38')"&gt;天黑黑 黑黑...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="T_60" onclick="To('60')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm home alone again today and its raining quite heavily outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain; I like it when its raining. It's always so peaceful and serene on rainy days. It's rather ironic but I do think that the rain provides a comforting silence for me. I can't really explain it, maybe its the constant rhythm of the rain drops or the silent breeze that accompanies it, it really does create a soothing environment perfect for thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, as I lie on my comfy bed listening to the soft thuds of the rain drops, my mind starts to wonder aimlessly. As my mind begins its journey from the past to the present and to the future, questions of all sorts begin to pop like mushrooms. Questions that are sometimes foolish, joyful, regrettable and many times haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I didn't accept the PTS offer during Standard 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;              I had transferred to Kwang Hua during Form 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                 I were offered a scholarship after SPM?&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had stayed in STAR for Form 6?&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I were sent to 6B1 on my 1st day in High School?&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had fail to be selected for IPHO?&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I obtain a discouraging result for STPM and fails to enter any public Unievrsity?&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I were a Christian, Muslim or any other religion?&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;know it's pointless to wander on things that were done in the past and things in the future that only time will tell. But nevertheless, these 'what if' questions are always so alluring because it allows the mind to run free. Sigh, so many questions yet so limited answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div id="T_195" onclick="To('195')"&gt;&lt;div id="T_185" onclick="To('185')"&gt;下起雨 也要勇敢前进 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="T_190" onclick="To('190')"&gt;我相信 一切都会平息&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="T_195" onclick="To('195')"&gt;我现在 好想回家去...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Wandering-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-2641766156012735144?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/2641766156012735144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=2641766156012735144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2641766156012735144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2641766156012735144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-9029787606789113481</id><published>2008-06-26T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:52:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Reliance</title><content type='html'>I last heard this song almost 5 years ago. I only heard it once but I remembered it till today and I'm so lucky to be able to hear it again when I stumble upon it on Youtube. A short but very meaningful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;By ourselves is evil done.&lt;br /&gt;By ourselves we pain endure.&lt;br /&gt;By ourselves we cease from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;By ourselves become we pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one saves us but ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;No one can and no one may.&lt;br /&gt;We ourselves must walk the path.&lt;br /&gt;Buddhas merely show the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/98YQVV4ZKIk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/98YQVV4ZKIk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Touched-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-9029787606789113481?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/9029787606789113481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=9029787606789113481' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/9029787606789113481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/9029787606789113481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/06/self-reliance.html' title='Self Reliance'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-6081415406442089244</id><published>2008-06-22T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:01.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>I'm always excited with things that are... not really exciting. I mean, I'm easily excited with things that does not amuse anyone else. And most of the time I don't even realize that I'm feeling excited until one of my friends ask me 'Why am I so excited?' Lol. Example of a few things that thrills me but never seem to amuse anyone else :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I recently met this boy that totally looks like a small kid during Orientation Week.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF5qaWz1I6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/xU9LVT4d53w/s1600-h/P1090953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF5qaWz1I6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/xU9LVT4d53w/s200/P1090953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214722419573728162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's obvious I'm referring to the guy in the middle right? Doesn't he just look like 12?!  I got excited since I saw him on the first day of OW and I started going around telling everybody about this little boy. Lol. And he has got a funny name too, Lau Vern Tze ( Direct translation = Old Mosquito ) Lol. (Sorry Vern Tze if you are reading this but I don't mean to make fun of your name) Besides that, he also runs around the hall bare-footed because according to him, he can't wear socks because his leg will start to sweat and get itchy. So I'm always looking at this kid that runs around bare-footed, which is absolutely hilarious. Lol. I'm so glad to announce that I no longer look the most kid-ish in High School Klang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's 1 thing that bugs me though... he's taller than me. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 7-11 is coming to town! .... It's true, 7-11 is coming to Taman Berkeley! Boon Kai was fetching me to tuition yesterday and I suddenly saw a group of people hanging the 7-11 board on one of the empty shop lots. I was like so freaking excited because I would have never expected a 7-11 in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taman Berkeley&lt;/span&gt;. Then Boon Kai suddenly ask me 'Why am I so excited?' I had no idea how to answer, lol. I guess I expected 7-11 to be available only in urban areas, which means Berkeley is now officially advanced! But Taman Eng Aun has a 7-11 too ... hmm ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I get excited each time I see a squirrel in High School, even though I've seen them before countless times before. I guess I'm the only student in High School to feel excited. But isn't it exciting to be able to see a squirrel in town? Who knows they might be the next Chipmunks .... cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see my life is pretty exciting, well at least for me it is. Haha. Even typing this post on all these things excites me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Still Excited-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-6081415406442089244?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/6081415406442089244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=6081415406442089244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6081415406442089244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6081415406442089244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/06/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF5qaWz1I6I/AAAAAAAAAKA/xU9LVT4d53w/s72-c/P1090953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7590911912137515118</id><published>2008-06-21T20:57:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiments</title><content type='html'>Things that keep me entertained in the training camps in UKM besides watching tv and sleeping :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finding the value of Planck's constant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got some stupid value that is way off the real value =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0JHG0KubI/AAAAAAAAAJw/MsHJGjNHeLE/s1600-h/DSC02412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214333961258056114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0JHG0KubI/AAAAAAAAAJw/MsHJGjNHeLE/s200/DSC02412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0I7FnKeHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IC_PxyJwm9E/s1600-h/DSC02414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214333754776647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0I7FnKeHI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IC_PxyJwm9E/s200/DSC02414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what this experiment is about, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0ImDJ7hXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wV3nASFfIhU/s1600-h/DSC02415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214333393339909490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0ImDJ7hXI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wV3nASFfIhU/s200/DSC02415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0IFJ56q_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/AIRlyO8yVgM/s1600-h/DSC02416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214332828216110066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0IFJ56q_I/AAAAAAAAAJY/AIRlyO8yVgM/s200/DSC02416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculating the value of Magnetic Braking Force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0H0TcJLII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/87FKKZOME3s/s1600-h/DSC02418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214332538717809794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0H0TcJLII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/87FKKZOME3s/s200/DSC02418.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about Torque and Springs...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0HnX89znI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kc9q9JOA5f0/s1600-h/DSC02419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214332316590919282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0HnX89znI/AAAAAAAAAJI/kc9q9JOA5f0/s200/DSC02419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has something to do with photoresistor...hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0HG0WJWGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DrGTYFNClOc/s1600-h/DSC02420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214331757277042786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0HG0WJWGI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DrGTYFNClOc/s200/DSC02420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to do with refraction gratings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0GeE1BTSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ewFEj4rVB_o/s1600-h/DSC02421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214331057326869794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0GeE1BTSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ewFEj4rVB_o/s200/DSC02421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best was this levitating magnet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0F0ym5zvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_JuTISOZGD0/s1600-h/DSC02411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214330348061183730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0F0ym5zvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_JuTISOZGD0/s200/DSC02411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In conclusion, I am still freaking blur with all the experiments, which means I'm so not prepared for IPHO. But hey, when you get to play with experimens normally done by 2nd year degree students, who's complaining? Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Choppy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Excited-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7590911912137515118?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7590911912137515118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7590911912137515118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7590911912137515118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7590911912137515118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/06/experiments.html' title='Experiments'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SF0JHG0KubI/AAAAAAAAAJw/MsHJGjNHeLE/s72-c/DSC02412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-9211759670650618334</id><published>2008-06-15T14:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:51:15.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next</title><content type='html'>Looking at the Lower 6 reminds me of the day when I first stepped into High School Klang, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone. &lt;/span&gt;I had no friends, no one to talk to in this Form 6 community so densely populated by Kwang Hua-ians. It was a totally different environment compared to La Salle. I was absolutely doubtful of my decision to transfer to High School from STAR during the first few weeks because I was so worried I would not blend in. I still remembered my first day where I lined up in the last row and the first few people who talked to me were Hock Song and Chen Hong. Haha. New faces, new language, and a whole new world so alien yet somehow so alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have indeed come a long way since the fist day I stepped in. It maybe a mere 1 year period in High School but I feel that I've learned and gained so much. From MTE Telematch, MPPTE, Fiesta de Luna, Sports Day and recently OW, it has been a truly enjoyable roller coaster ride that I will never forget. And not to mention the friendship bond that were formed along the way. I'm glad I've met so many people who taught me so much and they definitely made an impact in my life. I maybe lonely 1 year ago but now I'm lucky to be surrounded by a circle of close friends that I can talk and laugh with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to know that our time together will not last long, approximately 5 more months before we depart in our own way. Sigh, I guess history is going to repeat itself like it was in Form 5. But I'm glad I've walked this path with you guys and hope to cherish every moment of it while the road is still clear and wide. Thanks for making me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="16"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="18"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a name="19"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now that OW is over, I guess its all back to studies again. It felt like it was only few days ago when we were all so excited for OW but now its actually over. It's amazing how time flies in a blink of an eye. Oh well, what's next for us? Only time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Wondering-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-9211759670650618334?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/9211759670650618334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=9211759670650618334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/9211759670650618334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/9211759670650618334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/06/next.html' title='Next'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-821103682687451156</id><published>2008-05-31T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:35:45.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do we know we exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe we don't ...&lt;br /&gt;- Vivi, Final Fanatsy IX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, I feel that my life is so empty, especially at night when I'm lying in bed all alone. Why do most people like to lock themselves in their room? When I'm in my room I feel so lonely. This reminds me of my first St John youth camp, where I sat down with 4 of my group members under the stars and we chatted about almost everything till 4am. Ahh! I miss that time so much! I think my greatest joy is to sit in the outdoors with 2-3 close friends and chat the whole night... at the beach or some other place that is quiet. Don't even know if I'll ever haf the chance again ... Haha, the silly dream of choppy ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I do agree with Yichun that friends really do just come and go. Who would truly appreciate what a friend is willing to do for another? Sigh, which reminds me that we're about to graduate in 5 more months ... Why do all good things come to an end ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm leaving for the physics camp again tomorrow and I think that is why I'm feeling all moody and emotional. I'm so exhausted with everything that is coming so fast. My 1 week holiday is going to end just like that. While my friends enjoy at Sunway, I'll be stuck at UKM. Arghhh, I feel like cursing! Life sux ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Emotionally and Physically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exhausted&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-821103682687451156?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/821103682687451156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=821103682687451156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/821103682687451156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/821103682687451156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/05/mixed.html' title='Mixed'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-31466653773503880</id><published>2008-05-22T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:15:28.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPHO</title><content type='html'>I'm going for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;International Physics Olympiad&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hanoi, Vietnam&lt;/span&gt;! Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Excited-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-31466653773503880?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/31466653773503880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=31466653773503880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/31466653773503880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/31466653773503880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/05/ipho.html' title='IPHO'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7099313400228363829</id><published>2008-05-17T00:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:20:28.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Happy Teacher's Day to all teachers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, with that said, I don't think I'll be talking on the good qualities of a teacher or whatsoever-boring-stuffs. Instead, I'll be doing something new today for my blog, which is posting videos on performances for High School's Teacher's Day celebration! This is going to be my first post with videos and I hope you guys will enjoy them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's showtime!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First-up is Para-Para Sakura&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-971ba4353dbd78d5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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A random video in Pizza Hut after school, lol. I look funny. xD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-df1b5c0626054e24" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddf1b5c0626054e24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329941665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E09D9AE1130C7F05E142F306F134A25216780C0.18EE0CF175F31F70F465FAE7F029945AA04D86AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf1b5c0626054e24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS3viYqUSIs_4hJdXT-Imgnigu_A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddf1b5c0626054e24%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329941665%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E09D9AE1130C7F05E142F306F134A25216780C0.18EE0CF175F31F70F465FAE7F029945AA04D86AB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf1b5c0626054e24%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DS3viYqUSIs_4hJdXT-Imgnigu_A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Choppy,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-Excited-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7099313400228363829?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=971ba4353dbd78d5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=de19fbf0fd4142a9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=deb299f8eb15e04d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=df1b5c0626054e24&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7099313400228363829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7099313400228363829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7099313400228363829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7099313400228363829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/05/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-4673032469488180348</id><published>2008-05-09T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:01:38.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I miss my La Salle friends&lt;br /&gt;I love my High School friends&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet new friends from Lower 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Nostalgic-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-4673032469488180348?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/4673032469488180348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=4673032469488180348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4673032469488180348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4673032469488180348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7208614398885578169</id><published>2008-05-04T16:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:49:13.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia</title><content type='html'>Admit it, everyone has phobias, be it height, snakes, the dark or the paranormal. But believe it or not, I think I might just be &lt;strong&gt;ball-phobic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as ridiculous as it may sound, I think that I am, to an extent, afraid of balls. In fact, any balls you can name; basketball, football, volleyball, as long as it is spherical, I'm scared. Ok, maybe 'scared' is a lil' exaggerated, 'avoid' would be more appropriate for my condition. It seems that whenever I join a game that involves ball-passing, 80% of the time you will see me avoiding the ball as though we're playing durian-passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess this is why I was never obsessed with any sports that requires a ball ( well, not that I'm any good in other sports either) Of course, other factors such as slow reaction time, etc also contribute to my lack of ability to engage in ball sports well but ultimately, I feel that the main reason is still my ball-phobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe I'm just not born for sports. Sigh, another possible talent deleted from my yet-to-discover-talents list. I should probably go find Uncle Ee Leng ( pro basketball and volleyball player ) on ways to overcome this weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a positive note, maybe I'll do fairly well in dodgeball. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Wondering-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7208614398885578169?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7208614398885578169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7208614398885578169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7208614398885578169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7208614398885578169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/05/phobia.html' title='Phobia'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-9152484325401118274</id><published>2008-04-18T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:31:16.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent VS Hardwork</title><content type='html'>According to Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented - &lt;em&gt;having a natural ability to do something well&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking - &lt;em&gt;putting a lot effort of effort into a job and doing it well &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in words of Math, in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Talented = Do something well&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking = Do something well&lt;br /&gt;So .... is Talented = Hardworking .. ?? Is talent equivalent to hardwork ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, many people in this world insist that each and every one of us have our own talents, be it musically inclined, athletically excellent etc. But seriously, I don't seem to have one! Yes, many will say I will discoevr my talents in the future but...when? I'm 18 this year and I don't seem to excel in anything! Don't tell me that one day when I'm 50 years old and suddenly guitar becomes my forte? Preposterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people I know might say that I'm 'good' in studies but is that even considered as a talent? In my opinion, being good in studies is more about hardwork and dedication. Of course IQ might play a role or two but I don't think it has a significant role. As for me, I try rather hard to excel in my studies mainly because I don't want to fade into the society. Well you see, if I'm not talented and I don't excel in something, I'll basically just fade into the background like your Average Joe. Call me LOA or whatever but I think its important for everyone to stand out among the others in certain fields as to not vanish in this harsh society. It's relevant for everyone to make their presence known so that they will not be left out. Nobody wants to be called 'Oi'!; all of us have names , mind you people out there. In a nutshell, it's sink or swim; do or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, usually people with talents get wider attention compared to the yet-to-discover-own-talent group. So, I guess in the meantime, I'll just work hard and hopefully, my talent will emerge by itself, &lt;strong&gt;soon&lt;/strong&gt;. But even if i work very very hard, will I ever be as good as the talented ones ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Searching-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-9152484325401118274?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/9152484325401118274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=9152484325401118274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/9152484325401118274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/9152484325401118274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/04/talent-vs-hardwork.html' title='Talent VS Hardwork'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1905166224566922042</id><published>2008-04-06T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T00:53:32.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass</title><content type='html'>It was 4/4/08, apparently not an auspicious day accodring to traditional Chinese belief. But bad luck or no bad luck, it was the day for my driving re-exam. Well, FYI, the last time I failed because the car engine died in the track. I was barely 10 seconds away from getting everything done but I guess Lady Luck just wasn't on my side. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my number was finally called and I walked slowly because I didn't want to go first. I just wasn't prepared. I was so freaking worried that history will repeat itself and have to brace the embarassment of being criticise by everybody again. I surveyed the kancils that were prepared that day. 2446. 4 very familiar digits. Well, of course I remembered them. I failed in it. Or rather it failed me. Then I remembered the last time where a group of guys were discussing the best car there and they all agreed 2449 was the safest. I doubt their choice because I was wondering how 1 single digit that is almost alike can make so much difference. But still, better safe than sorry. I looked around. 2449. There it was, the first car in line. All I had to do was to wait someone to get it done the first round and I'll go second. And everything will be over, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step into the car, trying to familiarize with everything I've learned. Well, the last time I had touched one of those cars was exactly 2 weeks ago, on the day I failed. Didn't had any practice since then. The clutch, the pedal, the steering, etc..so familiar yet so alien. The old Malay man that was on duty there tried to give me some words of advice before i took off. Well, at least that was what I think he was tring to say because I could not understand a single word spurted out of his mouth besides 'clutch' and 'gear'. I think it was Hokkien. Bah, I was too nervous. I just smiled politely at him and blurted a few 'Ok's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was an earthquake! No wait.... the car wasn't shaking. Oh, it was my legs. Both my legs were trembling as though there was an earthquake with a record-breaking mark on the Richet scale. I was so worried because I couldn't control the gear and the accelerator pedal well. Then, I took a deep breath and chanted a few Buddha prayer for peace and calmness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohm ma ni pad me hum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Before I knew it, it was all done. And as they say, the rest was history. No more cash being flushed down the toilet, no need to &lt;em&gt;ponteng&lt;/em&gt; school on Friday and most importantly, no more return trip to that hell on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All that I can think of now is to drive my Kancil around! It may just be a Kancil but hey, its my first car, mind you! Bon voyage~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Choppy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Glad-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Chilled-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1905166224566922042?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1905166224566922042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1905166224566922042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1905166224566922042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1905166224566922042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/04/pass.html' title='Pass'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-8261995903305484289</id><published>2008-03-22T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:09:10.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhaustion</title><content type='html'>I'm freaking sick, tired, exhausted, stressed-out, etc ..... up till yesterday. To start it off,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I failed my driving test in the worst case scenario; I was barely 10 seconds away from passing it, but luck wasn't on my side - the engine died. So, that means I need to pay extra cash, spend more time, and skip school AGAIN just to take the crappy re-exam. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- And not forgetting my sore eye that has been bugging me since 7 February 2008. It has been so long and yet shows no signs of improvement. Anybody would have thought it's cancer by now. And over the past month, I had to bare with other people's not-so-funny jokes about me spying on people in the toilet. And God knows how much longer I have to bear with that. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Physics Olympiad Taining Camp is starting again next week and I am so not prepared for it. I have not even touch on a single chapter of physics, which means I'm most probably going to embarass myself in the camp next week. I'll have to miss school AGAIN for 1 week and it's going to take me forever to catch up on chemistry and maths. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see, yesterday was not a very good day at all. In fact, I think it was one of the worst in my life. So, the most natural question one might ask himself is &lt;strong&gt;'Why is my life so difficult?&lt;/strong&gt;' Of course, like anybody else would, I asked myself the same question. I lie down on my bed to get some rest but instead finding myself tossing and turning, with all the 'Why me?' thoughts cramped in my brain. My brain was about to burst. I was almost on the edge of breaking down. Just then, I asked myself again 1 simple question, &lt;strong&gt;'Why am I making my life so difficult?&lt;/strong&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's just the matter of how we look at thing around us. I admit that I am looking at things, even the tiniest of things way too seriously. I'm also a super-duper pessimistic person, contrary to what most people think I am. So, I've decided to change how things work in my brain. For now, I can only say that the things I face today will make me a stronger person for tomorrow. Besides, without failure, there will be no success. Without sadness, there will be no happiness. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a bad day. Today is a good day. Tomorrow will be better, for you and me. So, cheer up, everybody! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Glad-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-8261995903305484289?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/8261995903305484289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=8261995903305484289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8261995903305484289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8261995903305484289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/03/exhaustion.html' title='Exhaustion'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-8422348453411201323</id><published>2008-03-09T12:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:55:09.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeover</title><content type='html'>The group of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah pek&lt;/span&gt;' over at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'bak kut teh'&lt;/span&gt; shop devouring over their rice as they speak; ah sam discussing it over cups of kopi-o and hot milo (for their children/grandchildren who waits impatiently, concerned only about the Sunday morning cartoons they are missing, completely oblivious towards the fiery discussion going on) at the local '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kopitiam&lt;/span&gt;'; Adults scattering everywhere, desperate to get a copy of today's newspaper which is almost sold out; and excited teenagers who decided to join the commotion as well by talking about it over a cuppa at Starbucks and Coffee Bean. Yes, the whole nation is talking about it, the Malaysia 12th General Election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only 1 word that would describe this election: dramatic! It is said to be the worst-ever election performance from Barisan Nasional(BN) since Malaysia gained independence 50 years ago. Compared with the landslide victory of BN in the 2004 election, 2008 is truly a sombre year for BN. With the loss of 2/3 majority in the Parliament, what are the prospects for the future of Malaysia and BN? Not surprising though, with the numerous scandal involving BN in recent years, it is hard not to lose confidence towards the current government. But with the shocking triumph of the opposition in 5 states and its performance in the Parliamentary election, will things instead turn better for Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda like when you are at mamak, watching football and Beckham misses a game-deciding penalty kick. Then, somebody from the back suddenly stands up and shouts 'My grandmother can kick better-lah!' Well, maybe his grandma really can perform better than Beckham, but maybe not. Who knows ? So, lets put his grandmother on the field and put that statement into test (No offence to any grandmas out there and Beckham though, lol) I bet nobody dares say that Beckham had never done any good in the field before (I don't think he is just famous for his good looks, right?) but it's true that his performance may deteriorate. So, what does the manager do? Gives him another chance for him to improve or replaces him with a grandma and hopes for the best? Well, its really a huge dilemma for the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the votes are in and voices of the people had been heard. The winds of change are roaring and Malaysia will undergo a serious political makeover. Its nice to see that democracy is still very much alive in Malaysia and people still believe in their power. For better or for worse? Only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I personally do not support BN or the Opposition because I do not believe in a corruption-free party. People are materialistic and greed is an elementary characteristic of mankind. So, please do not sue me, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Wondering-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-8422348453411201323?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/8422348453411201323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=8422348453411201323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8422348453411201323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8422348453411201323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/03/makeover.html' title='Makeover'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-884762735783930228</id><published>2008-02-27T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:27:23.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>Joe shouted his name and pointed towards the area below the hoop. He hesitated for awhile but still made his move as he thought it was only one of Joe's strategy to distract the enemies from him. He took a few steps back. The enemies ignored him as they had not expected any outcomes from him, as observed in the previous match yesterday. He turned to look at the hoop, doubtful of his own position and abilities. Joe shouted for his name again. He turned towards Joe and saw a ball flying rapidly towards his direction. The ball knocks his arm, almost causing him a heart attack. He panicked for a split second but managed to keep his mind focus. He grabbed the ball. At the same time, he saw 1 of the enemy right beside him, ready to steal the ball anytime. Indecisive and ambiguity overwhelmed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered Joe's words, whenever the ball is in my hand, just pass it to him. But he was just below the hoop, a perfect place for any amateur players to score, easily. He looks at Joe again. He hadn't had much time as the enemy was ready to strike anytime. He made his choice. He is going for the hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He threw the ball. The ball went up high, even higher than the board. He loses slight hope of scoring. But miracle or some sort happened. The ball flew straight down hitting the ring. It circled around the ring, like you see in those movies. He froze with fear. Silence. And like most movies, the ball finally entered the hoop. 2 points to Mallory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world around him turned into silence. He stared blankly at the hoop. Astonished yet disbelief at the same time. As he ran back towards his base, preparing to defend against the  enemies, he gains back his focus. He heard cheers from the crowd. He smiles sheepishly towards the crowd and told himself a silent '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;' under his breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27-2-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I scored my first points in my first ever basketball competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, to Joe for the chance and the enemies for a great game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live Mallory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-proud-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-884762735783930228?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/884762735783930228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=884762735783930228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/884762735783930228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/884762735783930228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/02/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-2276436600277399473</id><published>2008-02-26T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:57:13.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bewildered</title><content type='html'>My dad, mom and I went out for dinner today at a nearby restaurant. When the waitress came and ask us for our order, my dad turned and asked me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : What to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad turns to the waitress and ordered a plate of '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ying-yong&lt;/span&gt;'. Then, he turns back to me and ask, 'Anything else ? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkien mee&lt;/span&gt; ?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Er... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'man yee-mee&lt;/span&gt;' (braised &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yee-mee&lt;/span&gt;) !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man yee-mee&lt;/span&gt;?! The 'ying-yong' already got sauce, you want to order another 1 with sauce?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *long stare at my dad* Then, order &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkien mee&lt;/span&gt;-loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Ok, 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkien mee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH?! I didn't know that the restaurant serves &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkien mee&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fried bi-hun&lt;/span&gt; style?! They serve &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkien mee&lt;/span&gt; without sauce, is it?! I was like totally dumbfounded when he gave that ridiculous remark. Even if Hokkien mee really comes in dry, which is totally absurd, what's wrong with eating 2 dishes with sauce? Does it mean that if a meal comes with soup, the other dishes must be super dry till their water content is all drained out? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its also kinda like I have 3 choices of drinks; Coke, Pepsi and 100-plus. After finishing my coke, when I'm about to pick up 100-plus to drink, somebody stops me and say, 'You drank coke which is so sweet already, you still want to drink 100-plus ah? Drink the Pepsi instead-lah.' Pepsi has a new bitter flavour, is it? If yes, do not even bother to recommend it to me, thank you ... Lame example, I know but please bear with me because I couldn't think of any better example. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my folks really tick me off sometimes with their foolish reasonings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hokkien mee&lt;/span&gt; came out with as much sauce as the plate could fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Befuddled-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-2276436600277399473?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/2276436600277399473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=2276436600277399473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2276436600277399473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/2276436600277399473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/02/bewildered.html' title='Bewildered'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-5484067879753148159</id><published>2008-01-20T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T18:12:18.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>Oh my god, I finally found time to actually post an entry! Hoorah! Life has never been busier for me since school started! I'ts really crazy and stressful at the same time. Anyway, I'm don't think I have anything significant to post about, but I'll just crap something out just to keep this blog 'so-called' alive. Anyway, this week is going to be as busy as usual, if not busier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I have to get done:&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare for a Maths spot-test on 'Integration', which apparently happens to be one of my weakest topics because I didn't finish the homework on that chapter. =P I can't flop it either because the subject teacher is my club's ex-teacher advisor. Don't want to spoil my image in front of him, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;- Study for my Japanese Trial Exam on Sunday. We had a spot-test today and I did horribly! I can't imagine how will I do in the 'listening' test next week. It's probably going to be a disaster. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;- Discuss with my Buddhist Society committee about activities to be held and conduct it on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;- Do research on an activity that Majlis Tingkatan Enam (MTE) is up to. [Top Secret] Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the meantime, I have to:&lt;br /&gt;- Work part-time on Thursday and Friday [4-30pm to 10pm]&lt;br /&gt;- Attend a St. John's Foot Drill Course on Saturday and then tuition in the afternoon. (There goes my Saturday, sigh....)&lt;br /&gt;- Finish every homework.&lt;br /&gt;- Squeeze in time to learn driving [I hope to get my 'P' before CNY &gt;.&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, eh? I know this sounds crazy but hectic schedule is kind of fun sometimes! It keeps my adrenaline pumping like crazy! Anyway, I hope to get everything done as soon as possible. Hopefully, the 'Procrastinating' disease will not visit me anytime soon. Hopefully too, I will not break down emotionally or physically...I'm a survivor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm a survivor ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm not gonna give up ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm not gon' stop ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm gonna work harder ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm a survivor ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm gonna make it ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; I will survive ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Keep on survivin'&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-Determined to survive-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-5484067879753148159?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/5484067879753148159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=5484067879753148159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5484067879753148159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5484067879753148159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-3391427352047471447</id><published>2008-01-06T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:31:01.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>总在我身旁</title><content type='html'>Ok, as stated in my last post, here's the lyrics :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 我从不相信自己&lt;br /&gt;也无法面对现实&lt;br /&gt;当生命失去了光&lt;br /&gt;我就失去了方向&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;前路依然很模糊&lt;br /&gt;要挣脱许多束缚&lt;br /&gt;你让我依靠让我坚强&lt;br /&gt;你守护在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当我需要依靠你&lt;br /&gt;你一定会在这里&lt;br /&gt;有你的地方就有阳光&lt;br /&gt;你总会在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当我还不够坚强(还不够坚强)&lt;br /&gt;推翻命运的围墙&lt;br /&gt;你还是和我在一起&lt;br /&gt;给我无限的勇气&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;路依然走得困难&lt;br /&gt;当我变成了负担&lt;br /&gt;你依然把我紧紧拉着&lt;br /&gt;我就是最幸福的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当我需要依靠你&lt;br /&gt;你一定会在这里&lt;br /&gt;有你的地方就有阳光&lt;br /&gt;你总会在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;每当我需要依靠你&lt;br /&gt;你一定会在这里(就在这里)&lt;br /&gt;有你的地方就有阳光&lt;br /&gt;你总会在我身旁(总会在我身旁)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我需要依靠你(要依靠你)&lt;br /&gt;你就在这里&lt;br /&gt;有你的地方就有阳光&lt;br /&gt;你总会在我身旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sorry that I can't translate the lyrics to any of you 'bananas' out there but the lyrics is pretty simple actually. That's the amazing part of it; simple words, touching lyrics, beautiful melody, wonderful singers, what more can you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question though, will I ever find my .... '你' ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Emo-fied-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-3391427352047471447?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/3391427352047471447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=3391427352047471447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3391427352047471447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3391427352047471447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='总在我身旁'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7705059891409724813</id><published>2008-01-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:47:46.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><content type='html'>I'm so sorry I havn't been posting lately because things are kind of messy recently. Hmm, maybe I should write it in a song. Here goes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   This is 10 percent bored, 20 percent lazy&lt;br /&gt;15 percent busy to post any entry&lt;br /&gt;5 percent messy, 50 percent delay&lt;br /&gt;And 100 percent procrastination throughout the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey, I did it! Hmm, I could might as well just take over Fort Minor.....just kidding! ( Dear Fort Minor fans, don't stare at me like that ) Well, that probably sums it up the condition of my life now too. I'm feeling so tensed up due to many many reasons. Do you ever feel like there is so much to do that you don't even know where to begin with? And finally you ended up doing nothing besides .... well, watching tv, sleeping, eating and going online for nothing? No? Fine, I guess its just me then...I need help! I need serious motivation to keep me going...I miss 5ST1 where the competition is always stiff and everyone is so worried about not finishing their homework. Ya, I know that souns pathetic... but deep down inside I really miss the environment! Its always the competition - mostly by Paul, Choo and Kar Hing - that keeps me motivated. And not forgetting Pn Yong that gives us stress every week with tonnes of homework. Gosh, I can't believe I'm saying this but I really miss her! I guess stress sometimes do help especially towards lazy people like me.... but now that everything is so peaceful, it's really weird but I must admit I'm rotting. As ironic as it sounds, that is the truth deep down from my heart. Sigh, nostalgia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more on stress next time because I don't plan to post a long entry today as there is school tomorrow ( I always say this but usually end up crapping a lot, lol so please bear with me dear readers ) Let's see...what else to talk about? O yah, recently I'm seriously addicted to a Taiwan singing competition called One Million Star a.k.a. 超級星光大道. I've learned a lot of things from this show, not just singing but also friendship and personalities. Well, maybe I'll post a special entry on this show some other time because as I said, I'm trying to keep this post short. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is this song that I must recommend to everybody here entitled 总在我身旁, which is sang by the top 10 contestants of the show. The song is so touching that I literally shed tears when I heard it the first time. I can sense a lot of jeers now.... what is wrong with a guy crying anyway? Bah, I don't care what people say about guys who cry being sissy because crying is just a feeling that every human have! I don't see anything wrong with crying to express my feelings. It's not like I'm crying for the wrong purpose anyway...when you are touched, you cry, as simple as that. What can I say? I'm a sensitive guy that is filled with emotions =). And don't you ever feel like you are instantly clicked with a song the first time you heard it? Well, apparently, this is one of those songs for me.The lyrics and melody is just so beautifully written. Anyway, I've already made it as my background song. Hope you guys will like it too. ^^ I'll just post the lyrics in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, all I want to say is I've been doing some soul-searching lately. Well I'm not sure if it's considered 'soul-searching' but I've been thinking a lot lately before I go to sleep ( probably one of the reasons why I'm lacing of sleep ) Just general questions like what I'm going to be when I grow up or how is my life going to be like in the future. Don't get me wrong, I'm actually mature enough to not be thinking things like 'what to buy when I get rich someday' but rather questions that are more realistic. The process is really stressful and I try not to think about it but it just comes naturally all the time. I'll post on it if I actually succeed in it. In the meantime, I'll try my very best to stay relax and just have fun. Besides, that's what life is all about right? Having fun? Or is it? The human mind is really complex... well at least mine is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Nostalgic-&lt;br /&gt;-Brainstorming-&lt;br /&gt;-Slightly emo-fied-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7705059891409724813?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7705059891409724813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7705059891409724813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7705059891409724813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7705059891409724813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2008/01/searching.html' title='Searching'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-5906504794790619814</id><published>2007-12-31T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:11.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so me, Vinsern, Alvin and Yichun went for a Christmas-themed party yesterday at the Ti-Ratana Community Centre at Bangsar organized by TRYBS ( Ti-Ratana Youth Buddhist Section ) . Ok, I know some of you are scratching your head now, wondering 'Why would a Buddhist Group celebrate Christmas ?' Well, the answer is because.... I have no idea too, lol. Well, who the heck cares? Japanese people celebrate Christmas too, so I guess there's nothing wrong having a Christmas-themed party, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll just speak as we scroll down on the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, we took the train there to Bangsar. Weird enough, Alvin's bro is going for the party too but his dad will be fetching him there later. So 3 of us were like wondering why can't we just follow his dad car there? Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fJb-VbgBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5OcTe844B18/s1600-h/trybs+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fJb-VbgBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5OcTe844B18/s200/trybs+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149806181347983378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;En tao Vinsern sleeping while standing in KTM....sleeping also so yeng, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fJROVbgAI/AAAAAAAAAII/fsJSDWhLqPA/s1600-h/trybs+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fJROVbgAI/AAAAAAAAAII/fsJSDWhLqPA/s200/trybs+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149805996664389634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reached KL Central and ate McDonald there first because all of us were like so hungry...havn't eaten McD for more than 2 months...looks like plastic..hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fLSuVbgCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rRoR4n8jWHA/s1600-h/trybs+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fLSuVbgCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rRoR4n8jWHA/s200/trybs+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149808221457448994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Random shot of 3 lonely kids walking to the centre...Do not include the man in blue please..xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fI8eVbf-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jaZ-uZEpL7c/s1600-h/trybs+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fI8eVbf-I/AAAAAAAAAH4/jaZ-uZEpL7c/s200/trybs+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149805640182104034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reached there 5.30pm and this was the condition of the place...Crazy Alvin said must reach before 6pm..yah right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fIvuVbf9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zKk3NuqCByA/s1600-h/trybs+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fIvuVbf9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zKk3NuqCByA/s200/trybs+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149805421138771922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The first thing we did when we got there...SS of course! Well, you saw the condition of the place, we were bored like hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fIjuVbf8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BVXZjb3h7og/s1600-h/trybs+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fIjuVbf8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/BVXZjb3h7og/s200/trybs+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149805214980341698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we were off to Dominos to get some pizza for the party .. and while waiting..what else? SS again-lahhh~..don't need ask also know-lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fIbeVbf7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hESi0-v5vFM/s1600-h/trybs+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fIbeVbf7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/hESi0-v5vFM/s200/trybs+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149805073246420914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The new Dominos model, Bro. Vins...Vincent! Sigh..Vinsern and Vincent =_=||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fIQOVbf6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/1TnaRgkcFz8/s1600-h/trybs+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fIQOVbf6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/1TnaRgkcFz8/s200/trybs+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149804879972892578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And more SS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fNIuVbgDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P8GyJdsVWt4/s1600-h/trybs+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fNIuVbgDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/P8GyJdsVWt4/s200/trybs+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149810248682012722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erk...High Five!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fH8OVbf4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/7dq8bVQlU1E/s1600-h/trybs+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fH8OVbf4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/7dq8bVQlU1E/s200/trybs+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149804536375508866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we helped out with the decorations....It's amazing how 4 Lower 6 students took almost 30 mins to tie up 5 balloons together, wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHyuVbf3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cw46K-mKhF4/s1600-h/trybs+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHyuVbf3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/cw46K-mKhF4/s200/trybs+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149804373166751602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I asked Yichun to snap this photo with flash because I couldn't see what pizza flavour was this haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHpeVbf2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/34NcxPyQKR4/s1600-h/trybs+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHpeVbf2I/AAAAAAAAAG4/34NcxPyQKR4/s200/trybs+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149804214252961634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Greedy Xin Yi attacking the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHVeVbf0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0oFEV_RLn-A/s1600-h/trybs+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHVeVbf0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/0oFEV_RLn-A/s200/trybs+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803870655577922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SS with the 'pro' photographer Yan Leng...the effects behind is awesome! thx Visnern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHLuVbfzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PXoEhvG_Zqw/s1600-h/trybs+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHLuVbfzI/AAAAAAAAAGg/PXoEhvG_Zqw/s200/trybs+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803703151853362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 'Mature' Group...Xin Yi not counted =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHCeVbfyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e4g--BN0pQg/s1600-h/trybs+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHCeVbfyI/AAAAAAAAAGY/e4g--BN0pQg/s200/trybs+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803544238063394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Candy Posers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHguVbf1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/3YFoHMlwkCM/s1600-h/trybs+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fHguVbf1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/3YFoHMlwkCM/s200/trybs+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149804063929106258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And now to name some of those who came...1st we have Ms Plastic Plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fG6eVbfxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PFfyptkbsUI/s1600-h/trybs+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fG6eVbfxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/PFfyptkbsUI/s200/trybs+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803406799109906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Sandman in his feminie side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGyuVbfwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mqEquiMAUIo/s1600-h/trybs+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGyuVbfwI/AAAAAAAAAGI/mqEquiMAUIo/s200/trybs+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803273655123714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr and Mrs Lim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGmuVbfvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/M4HQt9oQU8E/s1600-h/trybs+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGmuVbfvI/AAAAAAAAAGA/M4HQt9oQU8E/s200/trybs+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149803067496693490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and posers haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGb-VbfuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vKHel7Fh8Yw/s1600-h/trybs+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGb-VbfuI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vKHel7Fh8Yw/s200/trybs+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149802882813099746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then they had performances...and Swee Pie performed solo! woohoo! SP roxx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGJeVbftI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6xy6CyQR3mw/s1600-h/trybs+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGJeVbftI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6xy6CyQR3mw/s200/trybs+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149802564985519826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Game time afterwards...game no 1 - Limbo Rock...boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGBuVbfsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jSAbsy_3nUk/s1600-h/trybs+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fGBuVbfsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/jSAbsy_3nUk/s200/trybs+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149802431841533634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roadrunners...Go!...boring too...one of them actually puked after finish drinking..my gawd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fF5eVbfrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rKWgwdjE1oQ/s1600-h/trybs+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fF5eVbfrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rKWgwdjE1oQ/s200/trybs+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149802290107612850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw SP eating alone so we all decided to SS with him haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fFuOVbfqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AUteLN0h-00/s1600-h/trybs+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fFuOVbfqI/AAAAAAAAAFY/AUteLN0h-00/s200/trybs+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149802096834084514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then there was a long video presentation on TRYBS...I can't believe they replay the Jr. Camp video which was like 20 mins long and kept replaying the 'Tong Hua' song...=.=...feel so sick with that song now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fFkeVbfpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3EgEHHoyv9k/s1600-h/trybs+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fFkeVbfpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3EgEHHoyv9k/s200/trybs+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149801929330359954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then we exchanged gifts! I wonder who got my keychains..hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fFaOVbfoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cXvqRhD2u-k/s1600-h/trybs+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fFaOVbfoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cXvqRhD2u-k/s200/trybs+067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149801753236700802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I got this giant Voodoo! Kawaii nehh~ Thanks to whoever bought this! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, it was a good party but the games were a lil' boring. Had a great time fooling around with Yan Leng, lol. Don't forget you owe me 1 ya? The only bad thing was I spent RM30 for the party but I only ate 1 slice of pizza, 1 muffin and few cups of orange juice. Shouldn't have eaten McDonald! Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Nostalgic-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-5906504794790619814?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/5906504794790619814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=5906504794790619814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5906504794790619814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5906504794790619814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok-so-me-vinsern-alvin-and-yichun-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3fJb-VbgBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5OcTe844B18/s72-c/trybs+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-5668607959748844142</id><published>2007-12-26T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:13.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leng Lui</title><content type='html'>Yap, everyone is right, my sister is just a LOA b**** ( ok, fine, nobody exactly said this ). So, I've decided to...not to talk to her for 1 month! Maybe 1 year, hmm, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, changing the tone of this post, my family and I went my aunt's house yesterday for a Xmas dinner like past years. And this is the 1st outing for my me with my new camera! So, let's see how the camera did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HeveVbfbI/AAAAAAAAADg/LyRFDeHDBsc/s1600-h/xmas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HeveVbfbI/AAAAAAAAADg/LyRFDeHDBsc/s200/xmas+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148140756239351218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hf-uVbfcI/AAAAAAAAADo/RY6S-5SVd_4/s1600-h/xmas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hf-uVbfcI/AAAAAAAAADo/RY6S-5SVd_4/s200/xmas+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148142117743984066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HgqeVbfdI/AAAAAAAAADw/bCAHXXbGZ4E/s1600-h/xmas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HgqeVbfdI/AAAAAAAAADw/bCAHXXbGZ4E/s200/xmas+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148142869363260882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er...something random lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hh_uVbfeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3FyWB6pbZN0/s1600-h/xmas+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hh_uVbfeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3FyWB6pbZN0/s200/xmas+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148144333947108834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xmas tree!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HidOVbffI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BFIMyc_3-ak/s1600-h/xmas+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HidOVbffI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BFIMyc_3-ak/s200/xmas+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148144840753249778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pressies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HmD-VbflI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cbZ6emoA_4M/s1600-h/xmas+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HmD-VbflI/AAAAAAAAAEw/cbZ6emoA_4M/s200/xmas+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148148805008064082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and cousin ss. Well, of course you have to ss when you have a new camera around. Besides, we were bored. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hi3OVbfgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KMv2YyUR9mk/s1600-h/xmas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hi3OVbfgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KMv2YyUR9mk/s200/xmas+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148145287429848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG, leng lui alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hkl-VbfiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0fOdYujJ6rQ/s1600-h/xmas+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hkl-VbfiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0fOdYujJ6rQ/s200/xmas+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148147190100360738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HkFuVbfhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nwil8_ncRjM/s1600-h/xmas+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HkFuVbfhI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nwil8_ncRjM/s200/xmas+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148146636049579538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HlM-VbfjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NFa0dVeTdZU/s1600-h/xmas+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HlM-VbfjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NFa0dVeTdZU/s200/xmas+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148147860115258930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HlneVbfkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4e_MXtvlTAg/s1600-h/xmas+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HlneVbfkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4e_MXtvlTAg/s200/xmas+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148148315381792322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How can I not ss with the leng lui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HmdOVbfmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AK4P1uSnqCs/s1600-h/xmas+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HmdOVbfmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AK4P1uSnqCs/s200/xmas+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148149238799760994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leng Lui gets all the guys, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hm_uVbfnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8kpirdvbQRo/s1600-h/xmas+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3Hm_uVbfnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8kpirdvbQRo/s200/xmas+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148149831505247858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmm, it's starting to look like I'm stalking her. Better stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Random-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-5668607959748844142?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/5668607959748844142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=5668607959748844142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5668607959748844142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5668607959748844142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/12/leng-lui.html' title='Leng Lui'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R3HeveVbfbI/AAAAAAAAADg/LyRFDeHDBsc/s72-c/xmas+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7218540347012806660</id><published>2007-12-25T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:18:52.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas Spirit?</title><content type='html'>I walked to and fro from Jusco 3 times in a week. Spent an average 2 hours / day there alone walking around and around again, ambiguously. Spent close to RM100 at Jusco and Sunway Pyramid. Searched high and low for a good hiding place to hide the gifts. All these just to choose the right, perfect Xmas presents for my family of 4 - parents, brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Xmas. Felt very excited to see everyone's happy faces when they unwrap their gifts. Got the new camera ready to snap everyone's happy faces so that I could blog it up here and feel proud. I gave my brother his gift first. He was busy preparing to return to Johor soon so he just held it while packing his stuff. Gave my sister hers. Things turned ugly. She opened it - a beanie - and started shouting. No, it was not shouts of joy or bliss but ironically, shouts of rage and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is not what I wanted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You bought this for yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You all never buy anything I wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She ran over to open my brother's gift - a NBC tissue box holder. She demanded to exchange gifts with my bro. I tried and I tried, repeatedly saying I bought this with my own work money, please appreciate it. She insisted on changing and started shouting the same lines above. She slammed her door in rage. My cheeks felt wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the beanie is somewhere in the living room. My brother is back to Johor, leaving the tissue box holder on his bed. I sat on my bed, with tears rolling down my cheeks, thinking 'Where had I gone wrong'? All I wanted to do was to celebrate a merry Xmas with my family and this is what I get? Screams of fury? Even though, I had never receive presents from any of my siblings, as far as I can remember, but still I try so hard to let everyone relive the experience and the excitement of opening a nicely-wrapped mysterious gift. I just don't know what else I can do for this family anymore, especially my sister. Xmas spirit? To hell with that. Xmas in me is dead. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, so that was practically how everything turned out. How my 'jolly' 'merry' Xmas crashed and burned. How my 1st time experience in buying Xmas gifts for my family turned out solemn. How my efforts in spreading some Xmas spirit and joy in my family got 'rewarded' with tears of disappointment and hopelessness. And everything turned from bliss to gloom just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears are dripping out again as I type this post. How I wish I could talk to someone right now. But who to in this lonely, foreign house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Devastated-&lt;br /&gt;-Lonely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7218540347012806660?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7218540347012806660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7218540347012806660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7218540347012806660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7218540347012806660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/12/xmas-spirit.html' title='Xmas Spirit?'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-4751213045363349292</id><published>2007-12-24T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T17:39:15.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I woke up it was 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I waited till 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just to figure out that no one would call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I think i got a lot of friends but I don't hear from them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What's another night all alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When your spending everyday on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And here it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Having more fun than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Staring at these 4 walls again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll try to think about the last time, I had a good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everyone's got somewhere to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And they're gonna leave me here on my own and here it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Having more fun than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't fit in with anybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How did this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Wide awake I'm bored and I can't fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And every night is the worst night ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody wants to be alone in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm just a kid, I know that its not fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody wants to be alone in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody cares, cause I'm alone and the world is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Having more fun than me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm all alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nobody cares tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause I'm just a kid tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get really sick with this school holiday. I'm just rotting at home every single day. I don't even know if I should feel sad or glad that the school is reopening in less than 2 weeks time. Is my life destined to be this boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something out of topic, I went to a relative party today and there was this girl who stared right at my face when I arrive at the house. Then, she gave this really weird expression; sort of 'this-guy-looks-weird' type of face. I completely ignored her and instantly indulge in the food catered. I guess gluttony is truly my middle name, eh Kar Hing? Loved the cherry tomatoes in the salad, each of them actually squirt juice even when u bite them softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with the blunt chatter. Then after finish eating, I just sat there enjoying my people-watching session while listening to the elders speaking in Hainanese. Well, I'm trying to learn it, FYI. Suddenly, they were talking about me; my age, school, form etc. Then they realise 'Xiao Mei' is also Lower 6 now and is studying in High School. I was stunned at first because I had no idea who Xiao Mei is yet still curious to find out who this person is that is my relative studying in the same school as me but I am so clueless about. The elders started looking around finding for this 'Xiao Mei'. Then they found her seated just 5 feet away from me. I had the shock of my life. Who is this girl? I don't think I've seen her before in High School... It was the girl that stared at me that I was talking about earlier. Don't worry, you will know who she is in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a weird stare at her at first. Then she laughed at me and said ' You can't recognise me?' I, still regretting it now, said 'No' honestly. Then I scanned her face a little longer and I kind of have a clue who is she. I was guessing she is this girl that is in 6B7 from Interact Club, but still, I was not sure. I quickly sms-ed Vinsern and Sau Seong - both of them are in Interact Club - to ask for that girl name since I was seriously ashamed that I had no idea who she is. Both of them told me Hew Fen, which obviously is not because I know Hew Fen. Then I couldn't wait any longer and as we were about to leave, I asked her if she was from 6B7. She said 'No-lah, I'm 6B5, you got the wrong person-lah'. I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG, this is so embarassing&lt;/span&gt;. But then, I asked her does she tie pony tail every day at school and she said 'Yes' and if she is in the Interact Club and she said 'Yes'. Then I was sure I got the right person. But I just had 1 problem, I don't know her name, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, few reasons I did not recognise her was because she let her hair down and she looked really mature. I thought she was one of the bride's friends. She looked really pretty too with her hair down. Anyway, I can't believe she could recognise me and I couldn't recognise her. How embarassing. She said she could recognise me because I always hang out with Yi Chun. Anybody who hang out with Yi Chun will be popular. Can you believe that? =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I know what's her name, which is Shu Shang. I'm really surprise to have another cousin that studies in the same school as me since I also had one cousin who studies the same class as me back in La Salle, which is my doggie Chang. Lol. What can I say? It's a small world after all, it's a small small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Bored-&lt;br /&gt;-Surprised-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-4751213045363349292?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/4751213045363349292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=4751213045363349292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4751213045363349292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4751213045363349292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-woke-up-it-was-7-i-waited-till-11.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-4833630659123610938</id><published>2007-12-14T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:14.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Similar</title><content type='html'>Till this date there have been 3 person that said I looked like Aaron Yan from Fahrenheit. Hey,I can see you laughing =.= Anyway, the 3 person who said it were Shin Yee, Peng Han ( although he sounded a lil' bit sarcastic ) and finally Nurul, the Malay girl I met this afternoon ( Refer previous post )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you say ? Don't know Aaron Yan? Well, I guess it's not surprising because the limelight is usually stolen by Wu Zun, who is acclaimed to be more handsome by most people. I'll just show you a picture of the boy band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KBstfpoDI/AAAAAAAAABs/p2jg--uaNfg/s1600-h/aaron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KBstfpoDI/AAAAAAAAABs/p2jg--uaNfg/s320/aaron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143816329537101874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Zun is bottom left; Aaron Yan is top right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So now to compare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KG5NfpoMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dJVPcgj1B6g/s1600-h/aaron+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KG5NfpoMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dJVPcgj1B6g/s320/aaron+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143822041843605698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KHZ9fpoOI/AAAAAAAAADE/eOGMG2DvshM/s1600-h/chop2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KHZ9fpoOI/AAAAAAAAADE/eOGMG2DvshM/s320/chop2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143822604484321506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Round 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KHIdfpoNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NiccZeLCig4/s1600-h/aaron+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KHIdfpoNI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NiccZeLCig4/s320/aaron+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143822303836610770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KHltfpoPI/AAAAAAAAADM/FQRkJAdd1LM/s1600-h/chop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KHltfpoPI/AAAAAAAAADM/FQRkJAdd1LM/s320/chop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143822806347784434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Similar? I think my head is alot bigger, lol. You go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Ambiguous-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-4833630659123610938?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/4833630659123610938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=4833630659123610938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4833630659123610938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4833630659123610938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/12/similar.html' title='Similar'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/R2KBstfpoDI/AAAAAAAAABs/p2jg--uaNfg/s72-c/aaron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-3717052542849916078</id><published>2007-12-14T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:59:08.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasted</title><content type='html'>Well, I slept at 3am yesterday just to finish the freaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undang&lt;/span&gt; book and had to wake up today at 7am to get ready as my cousin and I were going to leave around  8am.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When we enter the shop, we were greeted by a shocking news! The auntie told us that yesterday, there was also 2 person that went for the exam and they only finished around 3pm because there were so many people due to the school holidays! I was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'WTH?!'&lt;/span&gt;, I thought we'll be home around 10am! Crap! Then, we were headed to Batu Belah where the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undang&lt;/span&gt; exam takes place. On the way, I was so anxious because I expected to see a huge centre for the examination, at least the size of the place where I went to listen for my KPP. As we were almost there, the uncle that fetched us there suddenly said, ( translated from mandarin )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle : Waah, see there. Got see many people or not? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yau pai dang loh~ &lt;/span&gt;( Need wait very long loh in Cantonese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Har? Har? Where? * blur face *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and saw a row of shoplot. In front one of the shoplot was a few people lurking around. I had no idea where the uncle was referring to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, shockingly, he stopped us infront of that particular shoplot and told us what we were supposed to do when we got inside. I stared blankly at that shoplot and the huge centre image in my mind collapsed. Crap again. So when we got in, there were seriously alot alot alot of people waiting already, cramped in such a tiny area and there were obviously no seats left. We were forced to wait outside for about 1 hour before we actually found seats inside. While we waited outside, we just analysed the facial expressions of people coming out to see if they passed or fail. Pathetic right? Yah, I know. Hey, I was bored, don't blame me! xD After taking our seats, I realised the atmosphere inside was so tensed! Everyone was like so silent and kept staring at their books. They all started making me nervous, as though the exam was so difficult. But I was thinking, if an auntie or uncle can pass, should be no problem for me-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah. &lt;/span&gt;But still, being paranoid as usual, I just did some last minute revisions, well, you know, just in case. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I just started chatting with 3 Malay girls. 2 of them were from Sekolah Menengah Bukit Jelutong while the other 1 , surprisingly, studies in STAR ( Sekolah Tengku Ampuan Rahimah ) ! But I'm sad and embarassed to say that I only remembered the name of 1 of the Bukit Jelutong girl, which was Nurul. OMG, she was hillarious! She - no offence - talks alot and she actually speaks Mandarin! She learns Mandarin herself through Taiwan dramas and songs. Cool, huh? Everytime she speaks Mandarin, I just couldn't stop laughing, lol. She was really friendly and I'm glad to meet her there. Without her chatter, I would have fallen asleep. Phew~ All 4 of us just talked about their plans after SPM, NS and other stuffs that a normal 17-ers will talk about. The STAR girl and I also chatted about the school politics in STAR and guess what? BRANDON, IF YOU ARE READING THIS, SHE SAID YOU ARE ADORABLE! GET THE HINT?! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my name was suddenly called out. I shivered abit. My heartbeat rate increased. My palms got a lil' sweaty. I am sure the photo they took of me was hideous. And I finally entered the exam room after a staggering 3 hour-long wait. I took my seat. It was computer number 11. I held the mouse firmly in my palms. I prayed silently. And there I was doing the test that I studied just yesterday. And thankfully, not boasting or anything, the questions were pretty easy! It was kinda like a PMR standard Moral Paper where the choice of answers were mostly ridiculous and the correct ones were pretty obvious. I was out within 19 minutes with a triumphant score, 47/50. Woohoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately, my cousin actually failed =.= A sad 38/50. So, he'll have to take the re-exam some other time. Poor kid. As for me, I'll be starting my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amali&lt;/span&gt; sooner than you know it! ^^ And lucky us, we were finished around 12.30pm. Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when I reached home, I was pretty excited because my sister said she wanted to take me go Sunway. Well, at least my leave from Kumon will not be wasted and I'm craving so badly to go shopping. Got home, went her room, sees her sleeping on her bed! Triple Crap! She actually slept from 12.30pm till now, which is almost 9pm while I'm writing this post. I thinks she's really living a life of a pig. She woke up 4am today, watched her anime till 12, ate her lunch and now sleeping. I think there is no other pig more pig-er than her, whatever that means.  Nevermind, I thought because En Tao Hog yesterday said that he will jio me out today in the afternoon. So, all hopes were not lost yet. And so, I waited for the sms. 2pm, no rings. I said, forget it, I'm going to bed. So much for my hard-earned leave. Wasted just like that at home surfing the net aimlessly. Boring. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my family and I are going to Port Dickson tomorrow and I'm not having any high hopes of having fun because it has been raining every single day lately. I don't even know the purpose of this school holiday anymore. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Glad-&lt;br /&gt;-Un-excited-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-3717052542849916078?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/3717052542849916078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=3717052542849916078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3717052542849916078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3717052542849916078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/12/wasted.html' title='Wasted'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1450639241313164438</id><published>2007-12-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T02:22:33.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexyback</title><content type='html'>After a staggering 1 month period, guess who's back bringing sexy back? No, not Britney Spears, she's still somewhere in the States - probably shaving her head or getting her butt kicked into court again - but hey, I'm not here to talk about her, I'm talking about me of course, if you hadn't notice I have not been online for more than a month, FYI. So, let me hear you welcome me back to the world of pixels! .......*Silence*.......... Ok, thank you, so I guess nobody's excited or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough with the pathetic act, just so you know, I finally got my pc and modem fixed today! Well, it has been spoiled since like right after the Sayonara Jr. Camp which was in November and I finally got the time to send it for repair! Well, I had been quite busy recently, with my work in Kumon - 1.30pm to 10pm, Monday to Friday except Wednesday - and of course watching movies on Wednesday ( well I don't want to miss the RM 6 super deal on Wednesdays, besides there are so many movies to watch recently xD ) and not forgetting my tuition classes and Japanese classes on Saturday and Sunday respectively. So, luckily I had taken leave today and my cousin's pc was so coincidentally spoilt too, then I managed to follow him and my uncle to repair both our pc at the Store! Hooray! Thanks uncle! That reminds me, I havn't pay him the money yet....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so since I'm back, this blog will be up and running as soon as possible, hopefully. There is just so much to talk about! There's the Sayonara Junior camp, my birthday, the Kumon trip to Cameron Highland, my encounter with an 80 year-old grandmother, etc etc. I'll try to keep everything short though since all of those passed quite long ago. Bah, it's not like anybody cares. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I need to go read up on my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Undang&lt;/span&gt; because I'm taking the test tomorrow. I'm now in.....page 37 which means about 100 more pages to go. Holy mother of god! I need to finish it! I hope I don't flop it tomorrow because that will be so embarassing =.= So, no time to talk! Check back next time ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Plays Justin Timberlake's Sexyback*.............&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing Sexy Back, uh huh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Anxious-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1450639241313164438?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1450639241313164438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1450639241313164438' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1450639241313164438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1450639241313164438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/12/sexyback.html' title='Sexyback'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-6354857816949758546</id><published>2007-11-05T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:44:47.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Eye Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The post below is inspired by Eliza's pledge to sleep early and cure her panda eye syndrome, I too shall now follow her noble footsteps and pledge to sleep early!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I'm pledging is because in this recent months, I have not been getting adequate hours of sleep for a normal teenager. As most of you would have known, the optimum hours of sleep suggested by scientists are 8 hours everyday. This is to maximise the pysical and mental growth, as they say. However, I on the other hand is getting around 5-6 hours of sleep only per day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekdays, I usually sleep around 1am and have to wake up by 6am. Only on weekends I usually get enough sleep but still, not all of them. So, that is why I'm always tired in school and not forgetting those awful panda eyes. And then I will end up wasting 2-3 hours to sleep in the afternoon. But then, since I've started working again, which starts around 4pm, I no longer have enough time to sleep in the evening since I usually reach home around 2-3pm. There was once I even fell asleep at Kumon! I still remembered 1 student came and told me when I woke up, " Eh, teacher. You wake up already ah? " OMG, so embarassing! Luckily the boss didn't notice me sleeping or I would have been fired long time ago. Hmm, maybe she did notice...*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a look at the effects of sleep deprivation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Generally, lack of sleep may result in:&lt;br /&gt;-aching muscles;&lt;br /&gt;-blurred &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Visual perception" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Visual_perception"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Cardiovascular disease" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiovascular_disease"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cardiovascular disease&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Clinical depression" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clinical_depression"&gt;&lt;em&gt;clinical depression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Colorblindness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colorblindness"&gt;&lt;em&gt;colorblindness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-daytime drowsiness and naps;&lt;br /&gt;-decreased mental activity and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Concentration" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Concentration"&gt;&lt;em&gt;concentration&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Depersonalization" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depersonalization"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depersonalization&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Derealization" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derealization"&gt;&lt;em&gt;derealization&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-weakened &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Immune system" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Immune_system"&gt;&lt;em&gt;immune system&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Dizziness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dizziness"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dizziness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Eye circles" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eye_circles"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dark circles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; under the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Eyes" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eyes"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Fainting" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fainting"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fainting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-general &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Mental confusion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mental_confusion"&gt;&lt;em&gt;confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Hallucinations" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hallucinations"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hallucinations&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Tremors" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tremors"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tremors&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Headache" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Headache"&gt;&lt;em&gt;headache&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Hernia" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hernia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hernia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Hyperactivity" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperactivity"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hyperactivity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Hypertension" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypertension"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hypertension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Impatience" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impatience"&gt;&lt;em&gt;impatience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Irritability" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irritability"&gt;&lt;em&gt;irritability&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Lucid dreaming" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucid_dreaming"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucid dreaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (once sleep resumes);&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Memory" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Memory"&gt;&lt;em&gt;memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; lapses or loss;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Nausea" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nausea"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nausea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Nystagmus" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nystagmus"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nystagmus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; (rapid involuntary rhythmic eye movement);&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Psychosis" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Psychosis"&gt;&lt;em&gt;psychosis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Pallor" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pallor"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pallor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-slowed reaction time;&lt;br /&gt;-slurred and/or nonsensical &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Manner of articulation" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manner_of_articulation"&gt;&lt;em&gt;speech&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-weight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Weight loss" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weight_loss"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; or &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Weight gain" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weight_gain"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="new" title="Severe yawning" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Severe_yawning&amp;amp;action=edit"&gt;&lt;em&gt;severe yawning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adapted from Wikipedia (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_deprivation"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_deprivation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the worse of all is I saw it on TV that lack of sleep can also cause &lt;strong&gt;hairloss&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;blackspots&lt;/strong&gt;!Holy crap! Now, I certainly do not want to be the next baldy nor do I want to have blackspots all over my face. I already have enough population of blackspots around my nose, thank you. I don't want to be '&lt;em&gt;suan&lt;/em&gt;' by Hogzai about my blackspots matching my face or my blackspots &lt;em&gt;'disusun dengan teratur' &lt;/em&gt;anymore! And then, I had this massive headache today that I have not gotten since ages ago. Its obviously a signal to me that it is now time for a change. That is why it is vital for me to sleep early and get adequate hours of sleep! Die Panda Eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post also serves as a reminder to all you night-dwellers out there! You guys better sleep early too or you might just be the next baldy or get infected by the Panda Eye Syndrome. Who knows ? Don't say I didn't warn ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Cautious-&lt;br /&gt;-Pledged-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-6354857816949758546?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/6354857816949758546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=6354857816949758546' title='49 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6354857816949758546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6354857816949758546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/11/panda-eye-syndrome.html' title='Panda Eye Syndrome'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>49</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-5658566425644065653</id><published>2007-10-28T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:35:38.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute @ 可爱 ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Below definitions are adapted from reliable sources and people around me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute : Ugly But Adorable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;可爱 : 可憐到没有人爱&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that 可憐?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Speechless*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, don't mind me. Just posting something random. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from &lt;em&gt;'lim-teh'&lt;/em&gt; with Vinsern, HogZai and Debbie. Can't get enough of HogZai's stories. Lol xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting a pair of contact lense this Tuesday. So excited about my new look. Wonder how will I look like with it. Maybe I should go get a haircut to match the new look. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Random-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-5658566425644065653?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/5658566425644065653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=5658566425644065653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5658566425644065653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5658566425644065653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/cute.html' title='Cute @ 可爱 ?'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-4297240031743349261</id><published>2007-10-22T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:23:42.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not writing anything about Rain, the pop-sensation from Korea, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, to my fellow readers that are not from Klang, it has been a really chilly day today. It's been raining for 23 hours now! And still counting! Since 1am today till now, 5 minutes pass 12am, the raindrops are still streaming down from the clouds. Well, it didn't rain continuously for 23 hours but more or less it has been drizzling throughout the whole day. So I'm feeling pretty darn cold now while writing this post. Definitely one of the longest and weirdest rain I've ever seen in Klang. I wonder if its Global Warming? Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know if its the weather or something else, but I'm feeling very darn down today. Actually, had been feeling down since yesterday..but not as bad as today. Could be the gloomy weather... oh well, I don't know for sure. An example of my down-ness is I was playing Fergie's Big Girls Don't Cry just awhile ago and I suddenly feel like the song is annoying! I mean, it has been my favourite song for almost 3 months now and out of the blue, I'm hating the song now?! The worse is I can't seem to find a song in my playlist that I feel comfortable listening to and singing along with. Definitely something is not right with me today. I hope something blissful happens to me soon to cure me and save me from this down-ness. Sigh, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I decided to change my background music into a more soothing and relaxing melody entitled '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loss Of Me&lt;/span&gt;' from the Final Fantasy IX soundtrack. Its really nostalgic. Brings back the memories of the game and the storyline. I love the game so much..the characters, the soundtracks...everything! I miss Vivi....And somehow I feel like I can relate myself to the song, feeling so lost about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sorry you had to read this random post and ramblings of mine. Hope you have a good day! I'm gonna go hide under my blanket now. So Cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Freezing-&lt;br /&gt;-Moody-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-4297240031743349261?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/4297240031743349261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=4297240031743349261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4297240031743349261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4297240031743349261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-4057790749200876874</id><published>2007-10-21T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:05:09.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spooky</title><content type='html'>I was walking from Pizza Hut at the ex-Ocean outlet there to Dominos alone today. And you know what the streets around Ocean is famous for right fellow Klang-ians? Yes, hookers! And trust me, none are pretty or sexy. In fact, they're transexuals! Well, at least most of them are, I think...Or is it all of them..hm..I'm not sure, but there are plenty! Plenty of fat ugly ones! Anyway so when I was walking, I happen to pass a group of them sitting around a staircase chatting. And when I was getting nearer, one of them, a fat ugly Indian hooker saw me and pointed his/her ( I don't know which one, I'm confused ) finger at me and then kind of wrapped his/her fist, pulling it towards her and turned around. Then I saw the ugliest smile ever. I walked as fast as I could. Spooky-fied. I think I'm having nightmares tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Horrified-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-4057790749200876874?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/4057790749200876874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=4057790749200876874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4057790749200876874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4057790749200876874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/spooky.html' title='Spooky'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-8594151616264869534</id><published>2007-10-21T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:45:48.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mask</title><content type='html'>Your smile&lt;br /&gt;so cheerful, so bright&lt;br /&gt;yet your eyes&lt;br /&gt;betrayed&lt;br /&gt;the curvature of your lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know&lt;br /&gt;through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;such despair, lonely eyes&lt;br /&gt;glimmer with tears&lt;br /&gt;none joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the mask insecurely attached&lt;br /&gt;is a face many times&lt;br /&gt;drenched&lt;br /&gt;with the pearls of your eyes&lt;br /&gt;so precious,so pure&lt;br /&gt;so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be strong&lt;br /&gt;for the time will come&lt;br /&gt;where&lt;br /&gt;the eye of heaven shines&lt;br /&gt;with flowers bloom&lt;br /&gt;butterflies flutter&lt;br /&gt;and melodies fill the air&lt;br /&gt;like the early days of spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliberately&lt;br /&gt;your mask will shed&lt;br /&gt;and once more&lt;br /&gt;I shall witness&lt;br /&gt;your true smile&lt;br /&gt;my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Gloomy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-8594151616264869534?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/8594151616264869534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=8594151616264869534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8594151616264869534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8594151616264869534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/mask.html' title='Mask'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-5518853891124220064</id><published>2007-10-19T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T02:34:36.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does He give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does He give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does He give them opportunities to love each other?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Morgan Freeman as God in 'Evan Almighty'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, as what you might have guessed. I just finished watching Evan Almighty today. But for this post, I'm not going to write much about the movie. Well, not because its a boring movie or anything but I've got a bigger point to talk about here. So you see, I've been watching quite alot movies and TV series lately and actually learned quite alot of new stuffs, from general knowledge to ... facts of life, seriously. First it was 'An Inconvenient Truth' where I'd learned so much about Global Warming and its consequences as stated in my last post. And today, I actually learned something about God from 'Evan Almighty'! I know its a comedy but hey, I really did learn something meaningful from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from the quote I picked out above, its really something simple, yet a beautiful phrase. Whenever we humans pray for something, do we really expect it to drop straight from heaven and land right infront of us? I don't know about you but I've got to confess that sometimes, I do. And if that wish doesn't come true, you know who I would be blaming, eh? Yes, nobody but God. I can't believe how naive I am those days. That phrase really gave me a wake up call, period. I realise now that when we pray for something, God creates opportunities for us to reach for that something. God makes us sweat for it so that we can appreciate the sweetness of the fruit of our hardwork. Instead of turning us into greedy lazy bums that just wait for miracles to happen. Besides, the process rather than the product is what that counts, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example, when people pray to be rich, why do people dream of striking the lottery only? Its like searching a needle in the open sea ( well, I cant say haystack 'cos Adam and Jamie from &lt;em&gt;Mythbusters&lt;/em&gt; already proven that possible, darn it )! Don't they realise that there are other ways of earning big bucks such as, I don't know...work hard maybe? Oh well, maybe they were really hoping for a miracle. What's life without hope, eh? Or is it...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanna say sorry to God for putting all those blames on Him all this time. And I promise that I would not let any opportunities slip away again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, I just want to say ... Steve Carell rocks! He's a really awesome actor and comedian! His dances are so addictive! I just can't get enough of this guy! Ciaoz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s.Something out of topic but somehow related. David Copperfield is coming to Malaysia and he said that he would be turning some locals into lottery strikers because he heard that lottery is really popular here. Just something I read from the newspaper. So, if you're really hoping to strike it big time, go watch his performance and try your luck! Who knows?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Enlightened-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-5518853891124220064?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/5518853891124220064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=5518853891124220064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5518853891124220064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/5518853891124220064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-4735289442295313942</id><published>2007-10-16T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:15.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Inconvenient Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You look at that river gently flowing by. You notice the leaves rustling with the wind. You hear the birds; you hear the tree frogs. In the distance you hear a cow. You feel the grass. The mud gives a little bit on the river bank. It’s quiet; it’s peaceful. And all of a sudden, it’s a gear shift inside you. And it’s like taking a deep breath and going, 'Oh yeah, I forgot about this'."&lt;br /&gt;—Al Gore in the opening monologue of &lt;strong&gt;An Inconvenient Truth&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching An Inconvenient Truth few minutes ago. And I have to say its very thought-provoking and inspiring. The main reason I didn't watch this earlier is because I thought it was going to be lengthy, boring and preachy and like many others out there, wasn't really conscious about environmental issues that are happening around us. But like hell, I was so wrong, so darn wrong. Unlike a boring &lt;em&gt;'seminar kerjaya' &lt;/em&gt;in school where the lecturer just stands right infront of the hall talking while you drift away to sleep, this documentary presented by Al Gore is filled with much evidence that comes in the form of graphs, pictures and even short cartoon animations. Al Gore himself is very passionate about the topic and the way he presents his slideshow is very, non-praechy. Lol. His arguments were logical, organised and sets you thinking. He really opened up my eyes and let me saw the reality of Global Warming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its very obvious now that the Earth is dying due to pollution. With the rising of temperature and crazy climate all around the world, how can you not notice ? Al Gore presented some bothering examples on consequences of Global Warming such as the melting ice caps in the poles that will cause a &lt;strong&gt;20ft rise&lt;/strong&gt; in sea level and many more. But its sad and depressing to see that even with such significant statistics shown by scientist all around the world, some political leaders are still in denial of the effects of Global Warming. According to them, its no big deal and its just a natural phenomenon. What the hell? Are they blind? Isn't Hurricane Katrina alarming enough to show everyone that actions must be taken now to reduce Global Warming? Its now or never people, now or never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Besides, it is us humans that destroyed the mother nature in the first place. Newton's Third Law states that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For every action, there is a reaction with equal size but in opposite direction"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do people still believe that we can cut down the forest and cause no harm to mother nature? Or polluting the rivers and seas and cause no harm to ourselves? Ugh, if its yes, please slap yourselves 3 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I hope the Malaysian government is very much aware of Global Warming and will put in much more effort to reduce carbon dioxide emmisions. If the enthusiasm that everyone showed when sending our first &lt;em&gt;Angkasawan,&lt;/em&gt; Dr Sheikh to space was protrayed as much as in saving the environment, I believe this world will be a better place. In fact, I feel its more worthy to spend all those money and effort into reducing Global Warming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to the point, I recommend everyone to watch this movie by all means so that you too can open up your eyes and see for yourself what mankind has done towards mother nature in just a short 5-10 years period time. And please help save the earth before its too late. Watch the credits too as it will show ways where you can help reduce Global Warming, simple ways such as recycling. Oh, and remember to spread this movie to your family and friends! As for me, for now I'll go encourage my parents to change all those lightbulbs into energy-saving ones. Then, I'll go join &lt;em&gt;Kelab Pencinta Alam&lt;/em&gt;. I wonder if they still accept new members, hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121876422286078802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RxSPeB3Pc1I/AAAAAAAAABk/VegclumWr10/s320/polarbear.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you know that polar bears are drowning because they couldn't find ice to land on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;p.s. please visit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stopglobalwarming.org/countmein.asp"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.stopglobalwarming.org/countmein.asp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; to join the &lt;strong&gt;Stop Global Warming Virtual March&lt;/strong&gt; to let your voice be heard in the movement to reduce carbon dioxide emmisions!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Choppy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Determined-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Concerned-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-4735289442295313942?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/4735289442295313942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=4735289442295313942' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4735289442295313942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4735289442295313942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/inconvenient-truth.html' title='An Inconvenient Truth'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RxSPeB3Pc1I/AAAAAAAAABk/VegclumWr10/s72-c/polarbear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-8881721884955371485</id><published>2007-10-15T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:15.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairspray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RxJRJh3Pc0I/AAAAAAAAABc/Xo2O3AzcEvw/s1600-h/hairspray.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121244950424417090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RxJRJh3Pc0I/AAAAAAAAABc/Xo2O3AzcEvw/s320/hairspray.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished watching hairspray. One word, A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Hmm, how do I descride it? Its like a 60's version of High School Musical with an extra bonus, John Travolta! Oh yah, and of course not forgetting Queen Latifah! Compared to High School Musical, Hairspray has a slightly better storyline with a better line of cast. I mean, John Travolta. Helo?! He's not only good in grooving but also acting! However, sad to say that HSM has a prettier and voluptuous Vanessa Anne Hudgens as the main actress but hey, nobody's complaining about Nikki Blonsky 'cause girl, she can sing and dance as good as Baby V. No doubt on that. Acting skills wise, no comments, they're just the same to me, lol. Anyway, if you are fond of musicals such as HSM and a big fan of retro music and dances, this is the show for you! In fact, I feel its a show for everybody, big or small, old or young. This movie will set you dancing on your feet, people! So, don't miss it! Please, I am begging you. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choppy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Excited-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Groovy-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-8881721884955371485?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/8881721884955371485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=8881721884955371485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8881721884955371485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8881721884955371485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/hairspray.html' title='Hairspray'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RxJRJh3Pc0I/AAAAAAAAABc/Xo2O3AzcEvw/s72-c/hairspray.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1782849368962906222</id><published>2007-10-15T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T01:52:36.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checklist</title><content type='html'>Things to do during the holidays :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch finish lots and lots of TV shows in order (as usual, just being a couch potato. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;- Goong [Korean] - Currently in episode 13, in 2 days. Hoho. I'm crazy about this show.&lt;br /&gt;- One Litre Of Tears [Japanese] - Only 8 episodes, shouldn't take too much of my time. Heard that it makes everyone who watches it cry. I want to see if its true. I'll tell you if it does, no worries.&lt;br /&gt;- Densha Otoko also known as Train Man - Missed it on 8tv the other time. Darn it!&lt;br /&gt;- Grey's Anatomy [American] - I've forgotten I watched till which episode. I think it was the part where Danny died. You've got any idea which episode is that ?&lt;br /&gt;- Fate/Stay Night [Anime] - Saw 1 episode on Animax. Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch these movies in order&lt;br /&gt;- Hairspray - Looks nice! It has Zac Efron and John Travolta in it! And its musical!&lt;br /&gt;- An Inconvenient Truth - Hey, I care about the environment too, FYI.&lt;br /&gt;- I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry- Heard its very funny. And it has Kevin James and Adam Sandler! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;- Evan Almighty - How can you resist Steve Carell? He is one hell of a joker!&lt;br /&gt;- Ratatouiie - A rat learning to cook. What more can you ask for ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish reading these books that I've bought for such a long time&lt;br /&gt;- Memory Keeper's Daughter - Bestseller for god-knows-how-many weeks in MPH&lt;br /&gt;- Eragon - A boy and a Dragon. That should be fun, right ?&lt;br /&gt;- Densha Otoko also known as Train Man - Havn't bought it yet though. Going to get it when I've got the cash. Ya, I know, sounds stupid to read and then watch it again. But hey, everyone does that for Harry Potter. Besides, both the drama and manga are award-winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Work very, very, very hard to earn alot money for&lt;br /&gt;- my driving license - Can't believe I'm getting it soon in about 3 months. Eek, so excited!&lt;br /&gt;- Holiday trip - Gosh, I want to go to so many places for vacation!&lt;br /&gt;- a RM119.90 Seed jacket - No comments, lol. Just want to say that the jacket is A-W-E-S-O-M-E. Period.&lt;br /&gt;- contact lense - No special reason. Just want to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ok, that's enough fun. Time for some education (Boring..)&lt;br /&gt;- Finish up all the exercises for Maths- Pretty ambitious, huh ? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;- Read up on Chemistry to see which freakin part I do not understand - Probably the whole thing. Deng.&lt;br /&gt;- Read up on my Japanese Lesson - If I don't catch up soon enough, I'll be lost in class. Furthermore, I don't even recognize a single Katagana anymore. Darn, I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that basically sums up everything I'll be doing for the next few months. I'll keep you guys on track, don't worry! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Determined-&lt;br /&gt;-Excited-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1782849368962906222?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1782849368962906222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1782849368962906222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1782849368962906222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1782849368962906222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/checklist.html' title='Checklist'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-850217202858635281</id><published>2007-10-13T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T22:06:32.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Nurin</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Nurin Jazlin Jazimin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The little girl most of us never knew but cried for)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What horrible, heartless beast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What brutal, merciless monster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ravaged your innocence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stole your life so savagely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tears of sorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Expressions of grief&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And words of sympathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can never make up for the pains you suffered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh... how you must have suffered&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But sweet darling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cry no more, fear no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your sufferings are no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you are safe now, forever safe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a place far far better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than this wicked world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We return Nurin to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not as unblemished as the little girl you sent us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But just as innocent, just as chaste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take her hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead her straight to heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if there is a special spot there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For someone special&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grant it to this little girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She deserves the best in Your Heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subhi Mohamed, Penang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Adapted from The Star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Star Two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Wednesday, 10 October 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Few weeks ago, the nation was stunned by the brutal murder of a little girl. Hopefully, the malevolent paedophile would be arrested as soon as possible as to prevent other children from this lurking beast. It really makes me wonder wether if there is still hope in this corrupted world? Or is Doomsday gradually approaching? Only time will tell. Nevertheless, may justice prevail for this innocent girl, Nurin. I pray that all is well for you in the other world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-despair-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-850217202858635281?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/850217202858635281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=850217202858635281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/850217202858635281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/850217202858635281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-nurin.html' title='To Nurin'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-8610600582845638640</id><published>2007-10-11T12:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:35:04.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my end-term exam is finally over. That's practically why I havn't been posting for a very long time. Sorry about that. Anyway, we are given a 1 week + break, 11 days to be exact due to the coming Hari Raya. So, I guess I should be cheering and feeling all relieved. Right. But am I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets do some flashbacks, shall we? So, during the past holidays, from after SPM which is December last year till June this year, what have I done? Lets see, besides work, and work, and more work at Jaya Jusco for the first 2 months and later Kumon till now...what else did I do? Hmm, I also went for St John Youth Camp on June and joined the State Level First Aid and Foot Drill Competition on March ( not boasting or anything, haha ) ....what else.... gosh, I can't remember. Did I even spend any time with my friends? Oh yah, I remember that Genting trip with my classmates, which turned out disastrous and I believe those who went knows why. Sigh. The later trip to Genting again with my Competition team was so much better but wasn't very great either due to non-disclose-able reasons. Yes, I guess you find it stupid to actually visit Genting twice a year. I think so too but nevertheless, I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's basically what I did during my holidays. I don't know about you guys, but I think my holiday sucks. Yes, my holiday sucks. I don't know why but mainly I think its because I didn't spend much '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enjoyable&lt;/span&gt;' time with my friends. Let me ask any of my ex-La Sallian classmates who happens to read this, how many class gatherings were held after SPM? Ok, there was one at Teck Han's house, which only involve Chinese and later another BBQ party at Fan Di's where only about 10 people attended? I don't recall 5ST1 having only Chinese students or worst, only 10 students in the class? Even with my amnesia, I think there was about 30+ with a mix of Chinese, Malay and Indian, right? Conclusion, 'successful' class gathering held till this day, Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its not like I'm blaming anybody here because I, myself is to blame either. In fact, I'm really thankful to those who tried really hard to gather each and every one of us. I guess its really tough because if I did not recall wrongly, there was some stiff class politics and even some slight racial discrimination happening throughout the year. Oops, I should have kept my lips sealed. Bah, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I flip through my friends' profiles in friendster, just looking through their pictures, there is usually a sense of jealousy in me or rather a sense of disappointment in myself. I'm always looking at pictures of other people having fun with their friends at various places and various events. And when I look at my own profile, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. Well, I don't know if its because I seldom take pictures when hanging out with friends causing me to fail to reminisce any good times whenever hanging out with my friends, if there is even any, but I just get this fuzzy feeling in me. Why is everyone having so much fun and I'm here sitting at this empty house all alone turning into a potato couch? It really makes me feel like a lonely kid not able to lead a happy and joyful teenager's lifestyle. It's as though I'm wasting my teenage years while the time is ticking with no mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I'm just not feeling the 'love' from my friends or whatsoever. Yes, I know I have some very good friends out there but, I don't know, maybe its just a personal issue. When I see a group of friends having some jolly good time, I will feel this sudden loneliness in me although I'm not sure why. Do everybody feel this way or is it just me? I don't know. I guess I'm just not really satisfied with my life now. High expectations you say? I don't know. Maybe. Sigh. Sad, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope that this coming holiday will be very well spent. I don't want to spend any more time turning into a potato couch. I hope a successful 5ST1 gathering will be held very soon. Can't wait for my current class vacation too. I wonder where will 6B2 be heading? Haha. Oh well, doesn't really matter as long as it does not involve Genting and we can have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry you had to read this boring, emo, and crappy ramblings of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays to you and hopefully to me too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-emo-&lt;br /&gt;-hopeful-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-8610600582845638640?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/8610600582845638640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=8610600582845638640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8610600582845638640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/8610600582845638640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1345258707549015558</id><published>2007-10-01T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T00:32:11.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clock is ticking. Time is slipping away. It is due next week. No, I'm not talking about the end-term holidays. No, not yet. But more importantly, it's our education final countdown ( well, at least for this year. Lol. ). Don't tell me you don't know wad I'm talking about? It's the end-term exam of course! Anyway, as the end-term exam approaches just around the corner, I rolled the ball. My friends around wait in anticipation as they watch closely whether I shall succeed or fail miserably this time. Dong. The ball rolled into the drain again for god-knows-how-many consecutive times. I suck in bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, enough crapping, lol. Back to the main point for this post. As mentioned above, my school's end-term exam is starting next week ( Actually it started last week for the Pengajian Am paper but it was only 1 day so I don't think its counted as 'started' ). And we are having 1 whole week of holiday due to the PMR examination. Ya, I know, you might think we, lower 6 are very lucky. But think no further because although its the holidays, some of us had to come to school for extra classes. Zzzz. Well, for 6B2 and 6B4, we have to come to school on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, 8am to 11am to attend Maths extra classes conducted by Uncle Lim Cheng Lay. On Tuesday, some of us ( Club Presidents, Deputy and Secretary ) have to come to school too at 8.30am to do some kind of a survey for the PPD. And we have to wear our school uniforms for each day as usual like schooling days. Sad! So you see, my equation was right all along since 2 months ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Holiday = No Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, lame equation, I know. Nevertheless, its still very true for me. Anyway, as you can see, I don't really have much time to study for my end-term exam! So, I guess you are saying I must make use of all the time I have left right? Yap, I think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a grueling extra class today, a few of my friends decided to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOWLING &lt;/span&gt;at Klang Parade&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I was like what the heck? Its less than 1 week till exam and they want to go bowling?! Well, so I decided to follow them there to eat McDonalds ( bah da bah bah i'm lovin it~ ) then I can walk home to study since I have no transport to go back home anyway. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For your info, the people who went were Nicholas, Boon Kai, Chee Yee, Chung Chin, Chee Yong, Shin Yee ( the only girl, lol ), Sheng Jie, Soon Poi and Haresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Whe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n we were there, I was suddenly pulled into playing bowling. I have no idea how. So I guess fine then, 1 round wouldn't take too long and its been a long time since i last bowled. And then disaster struck. Soon Poi told me he booked 4 rounds because there was a promotion, 4 for RM 10. My jaw dropped and I stared at him ( Ok, this is exaggerated haha ). I mean 4 rounds?! My stomach is empty and my brain is empty and you want me to play 4 rounds?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in those days in La Salle, 1 week before exam is like a holy week. After school, go back study. Nothing else. But I didn't know Kwang Hua people play bowling before exam? Lol. So, you see, I'm slowly being influenced by Kwang Hua people. I'm not saying its a bad influence or anything because I guess there are pros and cons of it. At least , I did have fun, lots of them. Haha. And I got to see Sau Seong, Mr chairman of High School Bowling Club who came later struts his stuff. The pose when he rolls the ball, so elegant and flexible. Lol. Makes us normal players feel noob. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think its time I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; start focusing on my studies before its too late because Chee Yee said reading Chemistry is like hell. And 1 more thing I had the worst nightmare today this afternoon when I was taking a nap, a 4 hour nap lol. I dreamt I didn't study anything for Chemistry and took the exam. It was so scary. My heart was pounding like crazy! Before you ask, sorry guys, I did not see or rather remember the questions. So, no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soalan bocor&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Darn it, why don't I have premonition skills. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I think I better start studying right now. Don't waste anymore time and this goes to all you lazy bums out there! Start reading before you regret! Lastly, I just want to say I love my friends. I wonder if they love me. Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Wonder-&lt;br /&gt;-Determined-&lt;br /&gt;-Glad-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1345258707549015558?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1345258707549015558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1345258707549015558' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1345258707549015558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1345258707549015558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/10/influence.html' title='Influence'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7881027985882328871</id><published>2007-09-27T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:15.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make. Do not be surprised or shock nor disbelief. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;. I .... judge a person by his/her face as first impression. *Gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess there's no need to over-react or make it such a big issue. It's just a little bad habit of mine. Well, who doesn't has bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what I want to post here is that I realized recently I should really quit this habit because almost all my first impression on people really deviates from their true personalities. In the past, I had always make judgements on people based on their looks before I actually know them. For example, when I see a person with a cool ( cool as in ice cold ) face, I usually won't approach him/her and talk to that particular person because I'm afraid of being treated coldly and I'm not really an easy-talking person, if you know what I mean. So, it was kind of hard to make new friends back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ever since I transfer in to High School Klang from Sekolah Tengku Ampuan Rahimah for my form 6 education, with a new environment and a whole new community, things began to change. I needed friends, which means adapting to the whole new culture of schools which were once aliens to me and learn to mix with a whole new bunch of people. I didn't have a choice. I was desperate for friends. Lol. How can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homo sapiens&lt;/span&gt; live without friends ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with my old bad habit, instantly, I started making personal judgements on people around me. Some were positive ones while a few were..not so positive ones. But then, I started mixing with all these new people and occasionally, I'm fortunate enough to see the true sides of them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Well, I'm not giving names here as to avoid any possible misunderstandings from friends that actually read my blog. Hee hee )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It turns out that some of them were not like what I thought they were. By the way, when I say judgements, I do not just mean judgements on their attitude, but also on their academic. Ya, I know, it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad bad&lt;/span&gt; habit. Anyway, some of them revealed their true evil tails while some improvises my opinions on them. For example, many cool or quiet looking people turns out to be rather emo and also friendly at times. However, there were also friendly looking people that turns out rather cocky and arrogant. But then, you see, I must admit that some of my judgements are really wrong but there were also judgements where I really come close to their true personality. Nevertheless, it's still a bad habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I guess its really time for me to stop judging one person's personality based on their looks. Besides, who am I to judge another human ? Well, I'm glad I'm starting to let go of this habit and making more friends than I've ever made before. I hope nobody gets offended by this post, ya? It's just a tiny confession of mine and by posting it I'm trying to show my determination to get rid of it. I would also like to wish all my new friends made in High School Klang "Friends Forever", quoted from Kerry Seow from 6B2. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/Rvv4zx3PczI/AAAAAAAAABU/YICDSwdTMk8/s1600-h/bookcov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/Rvv4zx3PczI/AAAAAAAAABU/YICDSwdTMk8/s320/bookcov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114955370251383602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Very true indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Regretful-&lt;br /&gt;-Determined-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7881027985882328871?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7881027985882328871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7881027985882328871' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7881027985882328871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7881027985882328871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/cover.html' title='Cover'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/Rvv4zx3PczI/AAAAAAAAABU/YICDSwdTMk8/s72-c/bookcov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-6489341783575781815</id><published>2007-09-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:45:03.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intelligence quotient&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; or, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IQ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is a score derived from one of several different &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standardized_test" title="Standardized test"&gt;standardized tests&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; attempting to measure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intelligence" title="Intelligence"&gt;intelligence&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. IQ tests are used as predictors of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Education" title="Education"&gt;educational&lt;/a&gt; achievement." - quoted from Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my class had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pengajian Am&lt;/span&gt; lesson today and our teacher, Mr Amat Tarop decided to teach us, or rather gave us some exercises on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Penyelesaian Masalah&lt;/span&gt; ( Problem Solving questions - mostly related to logic thinking and mathematics )  Everything went well at first, every question seemed easy until there was this particular question that struck me. I didn't know how to do it. Everybody did. The question goes something like this ( translated from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahasa Malaysia ) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ramli bought an item worth RM20 from Ramlah's shop using a paper note worth RM100. Due to insufficient changes, Ramlah decided to head over to Rais's shop which is next to his to change the RM100 note. When Ramli left with the item and his change, Rais came over to Ramlah's shop and claimed that the Rm100 note is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fake &lt;/span&gt;and demanded to change it back&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;How much did Ramlah lost ?&lt;br /&gt;A. RM 80&lt;br /&gt;B. RM100&lt;br /&gt;C. RM 120&lt;br /&gt;D. RM 200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Get the question? Anyway, I'm still figuring out the solution for this question. If u want to know the answer, you may scroll down to the end of this post ( just to avoid spoilers, lol ). Well, my friends tried very hard to explain it to me but I guess, it was to no avail as I am still completely blur with this question. I've listed out a few possible factors though to why I think I fail to understand this questions and it's solution,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Low IQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Listening to too many opinions on the solutions until there was no chance for me to digest it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bad business concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see, I wasn't really happy when I listed down the first factor. So, I decided to take a few random IQ test from the internet. Below are the results ( I took 3 in total )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I scored 131 in a test from www.iqtest.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Scored a 110 in a test from &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;span class="a"&gt;www.high&lt;b&gt;iq&lt;/b&gt;society.org/&lt;b&gt;iq&lt;/b&gt;_&lt;b&gt;test&lt;/b&gt;s/ ( a very tough one, recommend everyone to try it )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Scored another 131 in a test from tickle.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess on average I scored a 124 for my IQ. That's not that bad, so why can't I still freaking understand the question?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Fine, I'll move on to the next factor. Well, not much to say about the 2nd factor, I guess I need time and lots lots of patience from my friend to teach me. Lol. And finally for the last factor, I think I agree the most with it because I'm not very good in this buy and sell thingy. I kept thinking when I sell off an item worth Rm 20, I'm losing Rm 80. Don't ask me why, I'm stupid. So, there goes my dream of becoming a multimillionaire. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I need to read up on Pengajian Am now. My end-term exam starts this Thursday. Wish me luck! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Answer : B RM 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. feel free to try and explain the question to me in the Cbox. I'm glad to listen. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Dilemma-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-6489341783575781815?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/6489341783575781815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=6489341783575781815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6489341783575781815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6489341783575781815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/iq.html' title='IQ'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-6718021254109745585</id><published>2007-09-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:15:56.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Happy Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mother&lt;/span&gt;! It's her XXth Birthday today! ( Hey, a woman's age is forever a secret and that's what makes a woman ... woman I guess ^^. Hey, I know her age, mind you, I'm just not exposing it in the world wide web. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was planning to go to a western restaurant to celebrate my mom's birthday and you know, treat her a lil bit since its her special day and all. But this afternoon, my dad told me my relatives are going out for dinner with us too! So, I'm sorry to say that I don't have the financial ability to treat 10++ people to a western dinner. So, we ended up having a small close relative gathering dinner today at a nearby restaurant courtesy to my dad. Oh well, maybe next year ^^. Anyway, nothing special happened, I guess. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its pretty late to do this but, its the heart that counts right? Oh well, I guess its never too late to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs off to hug mom*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Grateful-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-6718021254109745585?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/6718021254109745585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=6718021254109745585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6718021254109745585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6718021254109745585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1634485434120138760</id><published>2007-09-23T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T17:15:53.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>My sis sent me a video link 2 days ago :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.malaysiakini.tv/?vid=1372&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this video depicts of a few students from UPM protesting against the authorities of UPM for misusing their powers. It seems that the &lt;span class="text10"&gt;UPM security 'special duties unit' supervisor Zamali Haji Samsi had confiscated a student's laptop and had refuse to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text10"&gt;issue an inventory of possessions following confiscation of that particular student's belongings, which means acting without the proper procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kudos &lt;/span&gt;to all these brave students for having the courage and wisdom to fight for the basic rights of students! Its about time students ( especially Chinese ) stand up against these uncivilized frauds. Now I see the benefits for studying PA ( Pengajian Am ) and Perlembagaan, which is to fight for our own legal rights especially when facing problems like this. We must show the authorities we are no longer the timid generation that is afraid of authority. We are the educated ones and are pretty much aware of each and every right we have, as stated in the constitution. So back off and stop bullying us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, congrats again to these brave young students. I see future leaders in each and every one of them regardless of politics, science or any other fields. I hope that the authorities will b aware that we students are prepared to face proper actions, but if we smell any false actions ....you'll see us charging right at you in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I hope to see something like this happen in High School some day, but of course for the right reason. That should be exciting and I'll have something extra to blog about! Hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Enlightened-&lt;br /&gt;-Hopeful-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1634485434120138760?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1634485434120138760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1634485434120138760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1634485434120138760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1634485434120138760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-6851393805264684481</id><published>2007-09-21T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oyishii~</title><content type='html'>Kombawa! Wow, just came back from one of the best Japanese meal I ever had, courtesy to my granduncle! FYI, my granduncle treated my family and other few relatives to an amazing Japanese meal at 'Matsuda' restaurant located at Sri Hartamas ( I have no idea where is this place, thanks to my disability to recognise roads and places lol, although I'm very sure its either in KL or Selangor, no where else haha ) Anyway, it was a great feast, tasted lots of new Japanese cuisine like edamame ( soy bean ), pork's ear and salmon fish head to name a few. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I officially announce that a new err...food has been added into my list of Favourite Food, which is..... Soft shell crab!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvPvLx3PcxI/AAAAAAAAABE/OZx6nBopBjw/s1600-h/jap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvPvLx3PcxI/AAAAAAAAABE/OZx6nBopBjw/s320/jap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112692987638280978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Today was the first day i tasted Soft Shell Crab Temaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One word,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also ate lots like Chashu Ramen, Avocado Temaki, Tempura ( my all time inchiban (no. 1)!! ), Sashimi ( whish was also awesome...super fresh! Especially the cuttlefish! So sweeeeeeetttttt!! ) and many many others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, not forgetting this is my first time drinking sake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvPw-B3PcyI/AAAAAAAAABM/zMbYfczGKaY/s1600-h/jap1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvPw-B3PcyI/AAAAAAAAABM/zMbYfczGKaY/s320/jap1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112694950438335266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drank nearly 10 little glasses of it. Taste like red wine.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky didn't get drunk. xD&lt;br /&gt;But then everytime drink also feel the stomach like burning, wonder why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I didn't know that 1 big bottle of it cost more than RM100++ O.o. Oh well, my granduncle is rich so...who cares? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ishioni nomimashio!! Kanbai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Besides that, I also had a great time listening to stories from my uncle (Ah Wee...I have no idea wad his full name is lol). He has a great memory power because he can actually remember events that happened almost 30 years ago, like the story where he lost one of my uncle's football boots when he was only 13 years old...great guy and very friendly too. Haha. Oh yah, and not forgetting his oh-so-adorable son!! FYI, he has 2 sons, elder is Sean and the younger Ryan. Ryan is so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawaii&lt;/span&gt;!! And the way he laughs...so contagious lol. I think he's about 3 years old...oh well, i don't know, didn't had the chance to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is I had a great time and a great meal and a great 1st time experience drinking sake. Japanese cuisine is now my definite no.1 choice for foreign cuisine. Thank you granduncle!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Belanja&lt;/span&gt; us again next time ya??!! Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s. Due to the inefficiency and laziness of my cousin sister Kia Hooi ( she personally asked for her name to be mentioned, i have no idea why ), no pictures of Ryan will be provided in this post because she didn't want to upload it and send it to me. I know its rude, but please point your fingers at her. Nah, just joking. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Satisfied-&lt;br /&gt;-Happy-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-6851393805264684481?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/6851393805264684481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=6851393805264684481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6851393805264684481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6851393805264684481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/oyishii.html' title='Oyishii~'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvPvLx3PcxI/AAAAAAAAABE/OZx6nBopBjw/s72-c/jap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1798018852787089548</id><published>2007-09-21T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:26:52.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UpdAteD</title><content type='html'>woohoo!! updated news~ just got a call from my mom saying I can follow to the Jap restaurant!! weeeee~~ now i can eat alllllll i want!! tako tako! tempura tempura! cheers!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now u can go back to help me thinking bout the venues lol thanks ya~&lt;br /&gt;i need ideas ideas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Sorry if i sound demanding xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Excited-&lt;br /&gt;-Greedy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1798018852787089548?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1798018852787089548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1798018852787089548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1798018852787089548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1798018852787089548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/updated.html' title='UpdAteD'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-1870104623591127006</id><published>2007-09-21T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:05:17.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely</title><content type='html'>Haihh...tonight parents going out for dinner again and leave me all alone at home without dinner. 3 days ago leave me alone for wedding dinner nevermind lah, but today they going to a Japanese Restaurant in KL with my uncle! Sob, why my uncle don't want children to go lehh...wad kind of restaurant they goin T_T My uncle said only couples can go...how come?! If I bring my girlfriend, then can i go? But wait..I don't have a girlfriend! Somebody get me 1 quick or volunteer yourself! **silence**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt; lonely, im so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody for my own,&lt;br /&gt;im so lonely, im so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I have nobody to call my own,&lt;br /&gt;im so lonely~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sigh, looks like its my destiny to be mr lonely already...sob sob...my Japanese fooooodddddd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vB3PctI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FnVQoijgnHc/s1600-h/jap6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vB3PctI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FnVQoijgnHc/s320/jap6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112564950368219858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vB3PcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1-JZZDiR2tc/s1600-h/jap4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vB3PcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1-JZZDiR2tc/s320/jap4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112564950368219842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vR3PcuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4gAIUjLsxWU/s1600-h/jap7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vR3PcuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/4gAIUjLsxWU/s320/jap7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112564954663187170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vR3PcvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wLQhPaaJAZc/s1600-h/jap8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vR3PcvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wLQhPaaJAZc/s320/jap8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112564954663187186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vh3PcwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yeD1sVaeiXM/s1600-h/jap9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vh3PcwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yeD1sVaeiXM/s320/jap9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112564958958154498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waa, saliva coming out ady..beh tahan ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, forget it. I will go to the Japanese buffet restaurant at Sunway someday and eat all I want! Not anytime soon tough...no money xD So anybody want to accompany me for dinner tonight? Sigh..guess not....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, my mom's b'day is coming! Its this Friday! Just 3 more days..any idea what I should get her? Or where should we go for dinner? I was thinking Danny's...but..we'll see..i'll ask my sis. In the meantime any ideas are most welcomed!! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while you're on that, can you please help me think about where or what should I do for MP ( Majlis Perpisahan / Farewell Party ) for my Buddhist Society? It is best to be in the afternoon ( many girl members) and can fit more than 40 people. Thanks ya! Jia you!! I also will jia you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so lonely, so lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mr.lonely, so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lonely-&lt;br /&gt;-Ponder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-1870104623591127006?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/1870104623591127006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=1870104623591127006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1870104623591127006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/1870104623591127006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/lonely.html' title='Lonely'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/RvN6vB3PctI/AAAAAAAAAAk/FnVQoijgnHc/s72-c/jap6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-3794205823523580559</id><published>2007-09-19T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:19:30.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Oh, you're so clever-lah, unlike me so stupid...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, I believe everyone had come across this cliché before or other similar rendition. Some of us may be the ones who commonly use it while some of us are the ones that often receive this 'compliment'. But is it even a compliment in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In my opinion, teenagers nowadays are committing a rather major faux pas, which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;downgrading themselves to compliment others&lt;/span&gt;. One of the example is the common cliché mentioned above. Don't you think that by downgrading oneself just to compliment others sounds a lil .... i dunno, sarcastic? Lets analyse the mistakes when making such 'compliment',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Define clever and stupid please. Is it by being able to answer a complicating maths question, that makes someone clever?  Or at least tell me what is your standard for clever and stupid. If you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; stupid, i guess your standard for being clever isn't that high either. So, should I still take it as a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I think that a simple "Wow, you're so clever" would be good enough to praise someone, thank you. There's no need to add the next line and downgrade yourself to raise others. Everyone should be proud of themselves right? I know some of you want to burn yourself to light others but I don't think this is the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope no offence is taken by anyone because i wrote this post just to share my 2 cents with everybody and also act as a reminder to myself. Still, I do not encourage anyone to commit this mistake but instead, live your life with pride,ok ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ponder -&lt;br /&gt;- Glad -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-3794205823523580559?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/3794205823523580559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=3794205823523580559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3794205823523580559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/3794205823523580559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/sarcasm.html' title='Sarcasm'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-4448776450387216528</id><published>2007-09-14T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:25:40.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialism</title><content type='html'>Things I want to buy at this moment :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a new multi-purpose cellphone - FYI, i've been using my old cellphone for almost 4 years, i tink  its time for a change xD = RM 1000++&lt;br /&gt;2. contact lense = RM 100++&lt;br /&gt;3. new spectacles - lost my 3 months old specs in my last motorcycle crash..darn it = RM 200++&lt;br /&gt;4. a book title 'Train Man' also known as 'Densha Otoko' = RM 40++&lt;br /&gt;5. a brand new pc = RM 2000++&lt;br /&gt;6. a 2GB pendrive = RM 50++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total price : RM 3390++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why i made this irrelevant post. Maybe it's just to relieve my craving for all these things.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to go prepare for 30-hour famine which is tomorrow. I'm a volunteer ( Group Leader ) but I don't feel prepared for this task. Oh well, better start reading up on those handouts provided before i embarrass myself infront of my group tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Excited -&lt;br /&gt;- Worried -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-4448776450387216528?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/4448776450387216528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=4448776450387216528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4448776450387216528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/4448776450387216528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/materialism.html' title='Materialism'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7317641211358511291</id><published>2007-09-13T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T23:45:38.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Attention: Below is a real life story that is based on my true experience. It is not related to any tv series or movie and any coincide is merely a coincidence. And no, it has ntg to do with Freaky Friday that starred Lindsay Lohan, mind you. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The date was September the 11th 2007. It was 6.15am. It was raining heavily outside, perfect day for another god-knows hours of sleep but unfortunately it was a schooling day. The alarm rang and as sloggish as usual, I crept out of my bed. That was when the nightmare started. Instead of getting out of the bed from the right side, i decided to get off from the left. I dunno y but i guess that is one of those days when u decided to try something new? But it was a very big mistake...very big indeed. Heard of 'getting off the wrong side of bed' before ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued with my daily mundane routine which includes brushing(teeth), bathing, clothing and then styling(hair) and was off to school by 6.40am unaware of the nightmare awaiting me ahead. The rain had subsided by now, only tiny drizzles. For your info, my uncle takes me toschool everyday on his way to work. So as we approach High School Klang, my uncle asked me a significant question, ( ignore the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahs &lt;/span&gt;.. malaysian slang .. sighh&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where do you want me stop you?", he asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just stop me at the road infront of the school gate lah, no more rain ady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nvmlah, I just send you to the backdoor lah," my uncle suggested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need lah, stop me at the roadside can ady," I insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big mistake. Wrong choice.&lt;br /&gt;And so, my uncle stopped me at the roadside infront of the school gate. It was 6.45am. Dark and still drizzling. I got out of the car with my folder. As I prepare to cross the road, I looked to the right. On tat time, thru my eyes, it seems the nearest car was at least 50m away, at the traffic light. So, I crossed the road with a little hurry as I was trying not to get myself too wet. I got to the middle of the road. Now as I was turning my head to the left to check for cars, BANG!&lt;br /&gt;Something hit me from the right side. The world was spinning. I was spinning. And then i felt it, the infamous 'instantaneous moment' that was once mentioned by my physics teacher. It is said to occur randomly but usually on critical times like this. It was a brief moment but considering the period of the knock, it seemed rather long. During this time, after the bang, 1 question instantly popped into my brain.&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Am I Dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a very spooky question but nevertheless, it happened.&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough, I was regaining consciousness. I turned around and realised i'm sitting right at the middle of the road. And like any human being would feel at tat moment, I paniced.  I turned to look at my uncle's car which was still there. It was obvious that he did not know wad to do either or rather panicking as i saw his break lights were flashing red , stopped and falshed again. I suppose he wanted to come down but by tat time the cars 50m away were already released from the traffic light. I quickly gather myself, realising i'm in the middle of danger sitting right there. I stood up, wobbly, trying to gain my balance. I checked both my right and left arm to see if I were bleeding. No blood, good news. I tried to stand firmly, resisting the giddiness. I turned to my left again to check on my uncle's car but instead saw a motorcycle right there beside me holding up my folder, handing it to me. I took it and without forgetting my manners, I said 'thank you'. Well, i didn't know if it was him who knocked me cos he didn't say sorry or anything. So, when he helped pick up my folder, i guess a 'thank you' is most appropriate. Then, I was still in panic mode. I don't know wether I should go to my uncle's car or just run into school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my decision. I ran into school and yet was still cautious of not getting my shoe wet as the road had slightly accumulated some rain water. I walked as fast as I could in state of shock. I quickly walked into the canteen and saw Boon Chiew sitting there. I took a seat next to her, gasping for air, obviouslky shocked. And Boon Chiew as usual jokingly asked me wether i juz came back from swimming because my whole body was wet. Still gasping for air, I told her I was just knocked by a motorcycle. Now at that time , I had difficulty speaking and had to repeat tat sentence 4 times till i tink she gets it because i was still gasping for air and couldn't speak properly as i was about to cry due to shock. And then i burst into tears, as silent as possible with my head down as there were other ppl in the canteen. She tried to console me but to no avail as it was a really frightening experience. I still remembered she was scared too as she kept saying "dun scare me" but she asked 1 weird question which was " do you want to eat anything?" when i was crying. Weird. Anyway, soon after that my parents came to school to fetch me home because my uncle had called them ( thank you uncle because i also wanted to call them but the stupid public phone only accepts card ). On my way home, my dad gave me a 5 mins lecture on safety on road-crossing, thanks dad, but not at tat time pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so tat was my 1st time experience being knocked by a motorcycle( well at least i tink its a motorcycle who knocked me).So who is it to blame? Me getting off the wrong side of bed , me not looking before crossing the road, the dark weather, or the motorcyclist? Anyway, I'm very glad I was not injured anywer, only sprains on my neck and ankle. I would also like to thank my friends who made the effort to call/sms/msn me eventho during school hours to make sure i was ok. Although tis has been a freaky accident but i guess there were a few blessings in disguise. Firstly, my uncle now drops me at the backdoor, worried that i will b knocked again and also I now know that my friends truly cared for me. The sad thing thing is i lost my 3 months old spectacles that caused me Rm200++ from my hard-earned pay. It should b sumwer in the middle of the road shattered. However, now that lots of ppl see me without my specs, they say i look better. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;-Grateful-&lt;br /&gt;-Enlightened-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7317641211358511291?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7317641211358511291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7317641211358511291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7317641211358511291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7317641211358511291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/09/freaky-tuesday.html' title='Freaky Tuesday'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-6424636396086555317</id><published>2007-08-14T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:44:14.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>Kombawa(good evening) everybody. All the anticipation is finally over after 1 long year of waiting...the list for the NS 2008 is out today!! n ... juz so u know, i didn't get shortlisted...roxxor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now u see..tat's the problem...i dunno wether i shud b happy or sad for not getting shortlisted...half of me says this and the other half says that...dilemma dilemma sighh...mayb i shud list down the reasons for being sad or happy hmmm here goes.. sad 1st,&lt;br /&gt;1. waste 3 months of the holidays where i can actually go hangout with friends n not forgetting the time wer i can work n earn some extra cash $_$&lt;br /&gt;2. leave house for 3 whole months n so gonna miss my family especially when i'm still not tat independent yet&lt;br /&gt;3. SHAVE my head!! holy shyt...O_O i dunwan to go back to the bald days!!&lt;br /&gt;4. mix wif alot of malays which i admit i'm not very good in and not forgetting havin to eat malay meals almost everyday....cant imagine &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;5. miss my pc, air-cond, n tv ..yah i know tis sounds stupid..but its true!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol enuff wif the sad stuffs...makes me feel like a spoiled brat haha..now wif the fun stuffs bout NS!!&lt;br /&gt;1. be more independent lol!! hey hey i relli wanna b independent so stop laughing, mind u&lt;br /&gt;2. experience all those 'aktiviti lasak' like jungle tracking n flying fox~ wooooooott!! looks fun&lt;br /&gt;3. learn to actually mix better wif malays haha&lt;br /&gt;4. use m16!! omg ..i cant imagine myself shooting a gun..sounds so exciting doesn't it? wooot~&lt;br /&gt;5. lose weight n pump some muscles....lol stop laughing will ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tat's basically the list of happy n sad things about NS tat i can tink of at tis moment....o yah actually 1 more.. u know bout the Negarakuku phenomenon nowadays? well i'm kinda influenced by it n slightly realising the few Incovenient Truth bout Malaysia so i'm kinda losing faith in M'sia( actually the other major reason i'm losing faith is bcos i didn't get the JPA scholarship...dam u JPA ppl!! bahh who needs them...i'll show them who's boss next time pifff) ..soooo i hope by joining NS i can actually gain back my patriotic spirit? haha i know tis sounds rubbish to some of u but hmm..i guess too much moral influence =P wad to do? good boy mah hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..bottom line is i didn't get shortlisted n now there is time for me to decide wether i shud register it voluntarily or not...wad yo'll tink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-excited-&lt;br /&gt;-dilemma-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-6424636396086555317?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/6424636396086555317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=6424636396086555317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6424636396086555317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/6424636396086555317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/08/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-7181426424627280063</id><published>2007-08-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:19:41.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>Konichiwa everybody. I have so much to say yet so lil time to post it up here..i wonder if its my laziness again..sighh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i finally found the urge to post again n tis post is specially dedicated to my new met friend Kua Pey Jiun at High School Klang... actually i met her juz a few weeks ago .. about 4-5 weeks ago at the kelab olahraga meeting where every member was divided into 2 groups and we both were in the same group that is to handle the Klang Run(it was later changed to PJ Half Marathon as Klang Run was postphoned to end of the year) .. the 1st time i met her was relli ntg special actually.. we juz introduced ourselves and i admit i didn't remember her name tat time ( bah..i always had problems remembering ppl's names anyway~ hehe) but hey, she found it hard to remember mine too haha but then she remembered 'fu gui' cos i told her to remember 'chow xiang fu gui' if she find it hard to remember my name( juz like everyone else zz) so now everytime she sees me she'll call me fu gui..dun ask me y..tat's her lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enuff for the introduction..the reason i'm writing tis post is NOT a sign of 'love' ..i repeat NOT a sign of 'love', mind u for all the gossip-ers out there reading this..lol anyway the reason is bcos i find her as a source of inspiration in many ways...well i dunno her TAT well since i oni knew her for a few weeks..but the few things tat i admire most about her is tat she holds a very strong principle of herselves ...so strong tat it influences others and she is very mature-minded ( agreed by Choo Hong Ning- head prefect n pengerusi of Majlis Tingkatan Enam of High School Klang...cooooolll )...it makes me feel immature whenever i tok to her..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets tok bout her princip ...firstly..she has her own very special language that resolves around 3 words which is 'o' , 'leng' and 'duan'...'o' meaning ok while 'duan' meaning 'pik chik' and leng means........well everything!! it is used to replace words that she cant tink of at tat instantaneous moment.... let me gif u some example...(she speaks mandarin btw, i'll juz directly translate them haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ni 'o' mah ? (are u okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. hen 'duan' de gan jue (feel very pik chik)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ni shu yao wo leng yi leng mah? ( u nid my help?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u see, u'll find it quite hard to understand her if u've juz meet her but after these few weeks i can finally understand abit every sentence she is trying to say lol cos seriously, she uses the 'leng' word so often u hafto tink urself the meaning hahaha...anyway nowadays i'm oso a lil influence by her cos i os ostarted using those few words..n she oso haf a bunch of frens tat uses tat language haha..its quite fun actually haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm lets see ..wad else...o yah she is very mature in the sense tat u can feel by her tone of speaking tat she has experience so much in life eventho she's oni 17/18 years old..she knows the exact right time to play n to b serious..b4 i continue further juz to let yo'll know...i'm in 3 same club as her namely Kelab agama Buddho, Kelab Olahraga and MTE ( Majlis Tingkatan Enam) ...lol i wont consider tis jodoh tho cos she enter alot club so its not weird to haf so many same clubs as her..haha..anyway not to brag or anything..i'm the pres in kelab buddha n she's juz a member in tat kelab..BUT every single word tat she tells me..i listen bcos u know by the advice tat she gives..she is so...mature and ...undescribable... inspiring..supportive!! yes...she's very supportive .. cos now i'm actually planning on a school project and kinda losing faith in it..but she is always there to gif the right advice n support...she makes u tink..n feel inspired...bah i dunno how to describe any further... bottom line is..she is an inspiring person tat i admire a whole lot!! u nid to interact wif her to know her truely n i blif u wud feel as exactly inspired as i am..hahaha...she once told me she herself is inspired by a upper 6 guy name Heng Wei Khang which happens to b a guy tati admire too bcos u can see tat Wei Khang too is very very mature..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, if the school is to choose the noble prize for most inspiring figure ..it would be Kua Pey Jiun .. hands down! n others wud agree juz the same...n for the last time reminder to all tis is not a love post..instead she feels more like a sister to me..an inspiring n mature sister tat is very supportive and fun lol..anyway i guess tat's all i haf to say bout her...juz wanna say Friends Forever. Ciaoz. *Salute*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choppy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Inspired -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-7181426424627280063?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/7181426424627280063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=7181426424627280063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7181426424627280063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/7181426424627280063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/08/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6283050769458813819.post-9029673109252278246</id><published>2007-07-24T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:55:20.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebirth</title><content type='html'>Konichiwa !!&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, it's been such a long time since the last time I'd blogged I don't know how to start or what to say...Hmm..Let's see.. what should I talk about first ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I guess I should explain what I meant about not blogging for a long time since I believe most of you will be wondering what the heck am I talking about when this is my very first post...hmm..well, if you would have notice the title of this blog ..it is stated there Ver. II..which means I use to have another blog in MSN space ..but like most of u would have guessed..it is no longer in use (thx to my laziness =P) Lol but i miss tat blog so much &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; hope won't end up like my last blog...lost in the forest of blogs sighh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess tat's all i haf to say in my 1st post...cant tink of any topic to talk about for now..but don't worry lah i'll be back sooner then u know it..hope everybody will give support to my humble blog! Stay tune ya!thx!! ciaoz, adios, sayonara, zai jian, bye bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. oh my gawd so many homework to do T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Choppy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6283050769458813819-9029673109252278246?l=wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/feeds/9029673109252278246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6283050769458813819&amp;postID=9029673109252278246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/9029673109252278246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6283050769458813819/posts/default/9029673109252278246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wayoflife-choppy.blogspot.com/2007/07/rebirth.html' title='Rebirth'/><author><name>Choppy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758505463279829530</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkQi2jj6a5Q/SV-JBC-fIyI/AAAAAAAAASg/36fPclXIkXY/S220/1_310815902l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
