<?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-8125754080748300900</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:50:13.254-08:00</updated><category term='English Series'/><category term='J-Drama'/><category term='psychology'/><title type='text'>Reaching for Stars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-6465363574811233943</id><published>2010-12-10T03:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T08:58:35.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><title type='text'>Suicide isn't cool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have you guys heard of the incident Alviss Kong ? This 22 years old boy committed suicide after his girlfriend broke off with him after 4 months. For those living under the stone, yes, 4 months i didn't type wrongly. To be honest, I do find him selfish and ...yeah stupid. But amidst of the name calling, I also pity him. No one ever deserve to die so young. He is only 22 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TQJb2I0A2DI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Q3iVM8yjQdg/s400/AlvissKongCommitSuicide.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549098676510578738" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unlike what everybody thinks, I don't think he died for 'love' (I have my own opinions on the matter), but rather that his death could have been prevented if people are more alert to his subtle cries of help. With misconceptions like 'people who threaten to suicide most probably won't do it',  people wouldn't believe it even when you tell them straight at their face..let alone hearing these silent cries of help. Personally, if i were to kill myself I wouldn't tell anyone about it (lol. No I am fine. Don't worry).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to say, suicide isn't cool. Taking your own life is a sin to many religions. Even if you are an atheist, you should also consider your friends, family and other close to you before killing yourself. Life is surely not just about couple love, it's more than that ! So scrub that "omg so mulia and 'wai dai' this guy, 'sacrificing' himself for love'. I lol'ed when a friend sent me his tribute video. It's like you walking then you pokai, and then people make tribute video of you for pokai-ing. Don't over do it guys. Let the dead sleep in peace for heaven sake. At the rate of how this thing is going, he is going to become a freaking world icon tomorrow and might even end up in your sejarah book. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do you even figure out if someone is considering suicide ? How do you know whether the threat is real ? I will say, don't risk it. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Treat all the threats real. If its real, and you didn't do anything about it, not only will you regret, but you will have missed a chance to safe your friend. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A suicidal person never wants to die. A suicidal person is in pain and they need help, instead of screaming "OMG I NEED HALP 111!!!", they exhibit signs which is easily recognized. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And a suicidal person will always show these tendencies and signs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think a suicidal person will always leave something behind for others to know that he took his own life...after all it sucks if you committed suicide and people thought you went to Macau for holiday. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contrary to the popular saying that people who commit suicide are cowards because they are trying to run from reality, it is only half true. Suicide requires A LOT of guts (I am certain of that. Don't ask me why tho. Te hee!).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So did you see any sad people today ? Someone who is lonely ? Depressed ? Helpless ? Troubled ? Extend your hand, help and comfort those in need...People should always help each other...After all we are all the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A site to clear those stupid myths:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suicide.org/suicide-myths.html"&gt;http://www.suicide.org/suicide-myths.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A site to help identify some of the characteristics of suicide:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2010/07/31/help-prevent-suicide/"&gt;http://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2010/07/31/help-prevent-suicide/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-6465363574811233943?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/6465363574811233943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/12/tragic_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6465363574811233943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6465363574811233943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/12/tragic_10.html' title='Suicide isn&apos;t cool.'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TQJb2I0A2DI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Q3iVM8yjQdg/s72-c/AlvissKongCommitSuicide.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-3483130534966995155</id><published>2010-08-21T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:54:23.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Cameron and back !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to Cameron Highland today ! It's been a while since I've been to Cameron Highland. The place has changed so much since I last visited. Not only has the environment isn't as chilling as it used to be, it is also much much more polluted. Cameron Highland now not only stinks of cow dung but also rubbish. We basically passed by a dump site, which is so dirty and stinky that all you could see in the field as far as the eye can see are just, rubbish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's really sad to see how development pollutes the environment...but not all are lost, as some part of Cameron Highland still remain unchanged and unaffected by pollution. Now do you guys know what is a Bengala Chilli ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_ch7ULCLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P55_M0ZoYLo/s400/P1010325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507863344713500850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This small plate of fire and brimstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_gS75uP9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/P2--jOuBbLU/s1600/P1010335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_gS75uP9I/AAAAAAAAAZU/P2--jOuBbLU/s400/P1010335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507867485219471314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I am not sure, but is this the chilli I ate ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS chilli should never be understimated by any self proclaimed 'Spicy Food Veteran', due to the fact that despite it's miniature size, it's EXTREMELY SPICY AND POTENT. Just a nibble is enough to make you go "woooaahhh!!!". In fact, the soya sauce itself is so spicy that I finish my whole glass of ice tea. &gt;_&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also visited the strawberry farm. Took a picture of a gigantic sunflower and some beautiful and cute looking cactus. I have friends that actually tried taking care of a cactus but the cactus died anyway. I mean...a cactus is a plant that can survive the harshest environment in earth, the desert, but dies in the room of a college student. NOW that speaks a lot isn't ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_cj4NZllI/AAAAAAAAAY0/EEqsRt1gbpE/s400/P1010324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507863378239526482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;OMG look at the size of that ! It's bigger than my face !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_cio_DOLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/GK3aNhgHUV8/s400/P1010332.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507863356972939442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;some weird but beautiful plant taken up close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kinda love cactus. I always thought a girlfriend/boyfriend is like cactus, it is spiky but at the same time they are cute, lovable and extremely durable. Your partner is not perfect but still you will always love them for what they are right !? Ok enough of my philosophies here are the photos !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_gRAfb37I/AAAAAAAAAY8/8zfzDzDkQt4/s400/P1010320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507867452091654066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;A small flower bulb of a cactus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_gSRIyl8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/v1HDf0DK3A4/s1600/P1010317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_gSRIyl8I/AAAAAAAAAZM/v1HDf0DK3A4/s400/P1010317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507867473739945922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_gRxQcDKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/SLlzppPIqwg/s1600/P1010316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_gRxQcDKI/AAAAAAAAAZE/SLlzppPIqwg/s400/P1010316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507867465182088354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_iWp_JTPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h0SFEjCMgYY/s400/P1010319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507869748153109746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I am a cute little cactus, I am thorny but please don't hate me ! Please buy me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jensen bought a new cowboy hat. He seems pretty proud of it but later got worried when he remembered a film called 'Broke Back Mountain'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_cjMb95uI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HsDF8emoqiY/s1600/P1010334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_cjMb95uI/AAAAAAAAAYs/HsDF8emoqiY/s400/P1010334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507863366489466594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Someone is obviously loving his hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After that we went to Bharat Tea House Plantation for some tea and some nice sweeeties ! =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_iXDuBbWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/f_A9U036wxI/s1600/P1010339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_iXDuBbWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/f_A9U036wxI/s400/P1010339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507869755060612450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Brownies + Scoop of Ice Cream + Strawberry = DELICIOUS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_iWp_JTPI/AAAAAAAAAZk/h0SFEjCMgYY/s1600/P1010319.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_gTrDFr2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Epntnded5E8/s1600/P1010336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_gTrDFr2I/AAAAAAAAAZc/Epntnded5E8/s400/P1010336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507867497875222370" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Jensen's Blueberry Cheese Cake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Oh btw, do you guys watch the drama series called "Lost" ? I didn't watch it but I heard it's good...and this random photo kinda reminds me of the drama...so I tweaked it a bit...THERE ! Lost Malaysian edition starring Aaron, Jensen, Shawn Chin and Ashley Wong (the one playing with the handphone) ! Place setting is in Cameron Highlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_oRG4FrlI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ChLBol-Qr_U/s400/lOST.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507876249898692178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&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/8125754080748300900-3483130534966995155?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/3483130534966995155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-cameron-and-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3483130534966995155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3483130534966995155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/08/to-cameron-and-back.html' title='To Cameron and back !'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TG_ch7ULCLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/P55_M0ZoYLo/s72-c/P1010325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-3976838122555966274</id><published>2010-08-12T09:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T11:00:53.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psychology'/><title type='text'>Science Behind Lie To Me : Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now as everyone knows, I am a huge fan of the ongoing series named Lie To Me. Not because of the storyline or the interesting cases (some of them are interesting but not all), rather it's science behind the show that draws my attention. They say the eye is the window to the soul, which is actually quite true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you know that the cast Dr.Lightman in Lie To Me is actually based on a real person called Paul Ekman ? He is a brilliant psychologist who researched on facial expressions and emotions. Recently I am reading one of his books "Emotions Revealed - Recognizing Faces and Feelings To Improve Communication and Emotional Life", and I must say this is a very good and informative book. I recommend it to anybody who is interested in improving their sensitivity to other people feeling while conversing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TGQwW85jCWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/f8tZefPidmU/s400/Lie_to_Me.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504577815416342882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 129px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my main aim is not really to be a walking lie detector like Dr.Lightman in Lie To Me, I actually want to be able to discern what others are really feeling when they share their problems with you. Knowing how people is feeling during conversations opens up a new dimension that you will probably never notice unless you read the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TGQyDTh8MpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xYsgAiw8QB4/s400/Sad.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504579676917215890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here is an easy one. Now can you tell me what emotion does the photo depicts ? Fear, Sadness, Anger, Contempt, Disgust, Surprise or Enjoyment ? The answer is at the end of the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most the time, we take words for granted and fail to see how people is feeling. Ever wonder why God even give us the capability to show the the emotion 'Sadness' on our face ? The messages of sad and agony revolves around "I am suffering; comfort and help me...". The sad person might not have voiced out for comfort, but the brain knows that the person is feeling sad and quickly sends a message to the face to reach out to the others for help and comfort. That also explains why you feel sad when you see other grieved stricken. It is so that you reach out and help the person in need.  The book continues to explain how to identify sadness on people faces which I will talk about in the future if I have time. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are some trivia and facts on Emotions. Emotions are classified into Fear, Anger, Disgust, Sadness, Contempt, Surprise and Enjoyment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotions are powerful feelings that overrides even the most fundamental motives that drives our life. Namely, sex, hunger and the will to life. A child that is sexually abuse will develop fear or maybe disgust over sex and that might hinder her from having sex with others. When you are disgusted with a food, your emotion overrides your hunger. Finally, sorrow can cause people to commit suicide, effectively robbing them the will to life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are emotions universal then ? Some psychologist argued that emotions are different in different cultures. For example, in many cultures, people smile when they are sad. So interpretation of emotions are based on the culture itself. While this is half true, the writer call these as "Display Rules". Display Rules are the faces and mask that people wear when they are out in the open with others. It is taught and learned. An experiment was carried out, by isolating both a Japanese and an American in a room. When shown photos and videos, both of them show the same facial expression, BUT, when interviewed by a scientist the Japanese smiled when asked about something sad. When left alone, EVERYBODY shows the same facial expression and emotion, thus emotions are universal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The answer is slight sadness. Notice how the upper eyelids droop down. Tired or sleepy could also be correct. Many might think it is a relaxed face, but if you close the lower part of the face with your hand, you will notice the eye actually looks kinda tired and sad.&lt;/span&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/8125754080748300900-3976838122555966274?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/3976838122555966274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/08/science-behind-lie-to-me-emotions_6122.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3976838122555966274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3976838122555966274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/08/science-behind-lie-to-me-emotions_6122.html' title='Science Behind Lie To Me : Emotions'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TGQwW85jCWI/AAAAAAAAAYM/f8tZefPidmU/s72-c/Lie_to_Me.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-8998211728593735352</id><published>2010-07-25T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T08:12:52.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J-Drama'/><title type='text'>Review : Hanazakari no Kimitachi e</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPdxZrZeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xjnkivyDUMM/s1600/Huh.dib"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPdAC6uMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EeG_S_3hD00/s1600/Oscar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPdAC6uMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EeG_S_3hD00/s400/Oscar.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497856604759570626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am Oscar of Dorm 3 !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPdxZrZeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xjnkivyDUMM/s1600/Huh.dib"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPdxZrZeI/AAAAAAAAAXc/xjnkivyDUMM/s400/Huh.dib" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497856618008372706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What the frack ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPdAC6uMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EeG_S_3hD00/s1600/Oscar.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPdAC6uMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EeG_S_3hD00/s1600/Oscar.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPdAC6uMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EeG_S_3hD00/s1600/Oscar.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a while since I posted a post. =D But oh well, all is well and fine. Gonna post when I feel like it. =P Well anyway I am going to review a j-dorama I watched recently. *drums roll*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TEw5QWwHsNI/AAAAAAAAAW0/GS9pvlufsM0/s400/KIMI+JAPAN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497832198260633810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 17px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Name : Hanazakari no Kimitachi e (a.k.a Hana Kimi)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;English Name : For You in Full Blossom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Genre : Comedy, School Life, Romance, and Slice of Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Episodes : 12 and 1 special episode&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Actors : Horikita Maki as Ashiya, Oguri Shun as Sano and Ikuta Toma as Nakatsu and others...(Too much to name lol)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;What It's About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;About a girl called Ashiya who comes to Japan all the way from California to help Sano, a high jump hero, who quits the sport after an accident involving Ashiya. She disguises herself as a male and enrolled in an all boys school where Sano studies in and helps him to get back into high jumping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Throughout her stay in the school dorm, she befriends and meets a lot of people that made supported her and encourage her as she faces difficulties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TEw8mlTyUHI/AAAAAAAAAW8/I-y_rAJkQ_g/s400/z140570155.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497835878660329586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 272px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Personal Thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Who would have thought that I would watch the japanese adaptation of Hana Kimi after I watched the taiwan version. The taiwan version really give me a bad impression of the show. I mean, come on ! Look at Ella and Maki (look at picture above...the 'girl' at the center).  Ashiya IS NOT SUPPOSE TO LOOK EXACTLY LIKE A GUY and MALES DON'T FALL FOR PEOPLE THAT LOOKS LIKE GUYS unless they have homosexual tendecies (which they don't). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ella looks like a guy. She is flat...I MEAN REAL FLAT !! FLAT FLAT ! LAPANGAN TERBANG KLIA FLAT( How did she do it anyway?) ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExR_AO6F3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ot7fOzgh218/s400/hana-kimi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497859387948668786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pic from jaycee05.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I guess I could give her the credit of looking like a guy. Good job Ella for looking like a guy (is that even a compliment ?) !! &gt;_&gt;. But on the other hand...gee...I mean come on, in the Taiwanese version, both the guys look prettier than Ella. Ella tried too hard in my opinion. Exaggerated expressions are annoying, felt the urge to give him (I mean her) a FALCON PUNCH !! on her face. Nevermind her looks, that I can forgive, it's her acting that really puts me off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Maki as Ashiya is believable given that some of Japan's teenage boys really looks like girls (and sometimes even better... EEEK DON'T KILL ME !). Nakatsu falling for Ashiya is believable too since Ashiya IS A GIRL AND LOOKS LIKE ONE EVEN IN DISGUISE. Nakatsu and Sano falling for Ella's Ashiya ? Now that is downright homosexual-ness but I guess it's alright cause beauty is at the eye of the beholder. Taiwanese version is ok...it's just Ella...and it's so LOOONGGG...GROAAANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ella aside, Hana Kimi (japanese version) is pretty humorous and funny. There were instances I 'ROFL' and go 'WHAT THE FRACK !?' and it's really that good. It's not perfect but it's good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xo-rymOF5Yc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xo-rymOF5Yc&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sano...eh what can I say ? So kayu and cool. Personally, I dislike such kind of characters even in real life. He is a high jumper but quits after he met an accident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:small;"&gt;Not a fan of the actor either but I found him likeable. Even rooted for him when he high jump...Wishing that he will jump pass the pole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:small;"&gt;Being a star jumper the accident really impacted him. Even though he gives others the cold shoulder, what I like about him is he has a strong and enduring attitude. Willing to take pain and rejection in order to accomplish what he desires (in a good way).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExQx68UowI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E-Q9ii1UHRk/s400/z132587586.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497858063678612226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:small;"&gt;Ashiya is cute. I enjoyed her role in Nobuta and I certainly enjoyed her role in this drama too. Selfless and kind. Leaving California and going to Japan and enrolling in all boy school ? Now that's bawlz. Always caring and helping others, now wouldn't it be nice if we have a friend such as her ? She acted well and it's especially funny when she is adjusting her life in an all boys school when everybody is rushing into the room to borrow shampoo half naked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPeUVtZcI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ZEt6iIXZd-4/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I particularly feel for Nakatsu due to the fact that among the trio he is one less loved and faces a lot of dilema. I mean...if you are a male, and you found out you like another male...that is dilema enough. But after one whole night of thinking and accepting yourself as gay, and the next day you find out that guy is actually a girl...man...now that is one EXTREME SEXUAL CONFUSION. I would feel like cutting my wrist too. Nakatsu is also silly, happy-go-lucky and fun to hang out with. Always smiling and not wanting other to see how he really felt. He acted his role nicely, in fact I rooted for him over Sano...even though I already know what the outcome is. Nakatsu you are cool and great !! Don't be sad !! You will find a better girl !! LOL !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExTN0MD1WI/AAAAAAAAAYE/cRnHShHwPw8/s400/Nakatsu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497860741925164386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Overall, Hana Kimi is a good comedy show. It's light and entertaining. It's silly and common sense is nearly void in the show. Throw away logic and common sense and watch this drama and you would actually enjoy it. I would give it a 7.5 out of 10. If you like to watch drama, I would recommend Hana Kimi as it is definitely worth watching and not a waste of time at all watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExHdVA1OwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/R73_ONclU_k/s400/hanakimi2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497847814294944514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;and once again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExQylEn1ZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XolhPki03oU/s1600/hanakimi4.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExQylEn1ZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XolhPki03oU/s400/hanakimi4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497858074987713938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExQx68UowI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E-Q9ii1UHRk/s1600/z132587586.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExQx68UowI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E-Q9ii1UHRk/s1600/z132587586.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExQx68UowI/AAAAAAAAAXs/E-Q9ii1UHRk/s1600/z132587586.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yes we got it Nakatsu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/8125754080748300900-8998211728593735352?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/8998211728593735352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/07/review-hanazakari-no-kimitachi-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/8998211728593735352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/8998211728593735352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/07/review-hanazakari-no-kimitachi-e.html' title='Review : Hanazakari no Kimitachi e'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TExPdAC6uMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EeG_S_3hD00/s72-c/Oscar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-4217368204573344853</id><published>2010-06-13T02:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T04:53:50.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Orchard and Waterfall !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBXmJdAW_6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/JyfYsVkABpQ/s1600/P1010271.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBXeIRN5yLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UUiYtKXUFh4/s1600/P1010292.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went to the orchard and waterfall the other day. It wasn't what I expected it to be. I was expecting more shades and very comfortable green grasses to sit on (like those picnic sites in movies lol) but I found out that it is actually a jungle (look like a jungle, only that there are paths to walk on). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBSzchKWBiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AdIlT4Qhm74/s400/P1010265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482203948936201762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBSzeuoZ7AI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OC_JLZ7CgR0/s400/P1010300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482203986911685634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother was expecting a durians and rambutan (so do her friends) but no durian and rambutan wor !! She even brought knife, cutting board and news paper to 'sembelih' the durian tim. But all is not lost as she and her friends pluck very big papayas on their way out.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that we went to the waterfall ! The water is brownish in colour...At first I was a bit suspicious of the colour of the water...But I gave into temptation and go play in the water anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBSzdJwZ_eI/AAAAAAAAAWE/yLzxlcJ69U4/s400/P1010279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482203959833263586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Red And Shiny !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hehe. And Oh ! We found a very big milipede !! I was taking picture of the bridge when I spotted this very big milipede crawling on the ground. Ah Yan was pretty freaked out by it, but me and Eeren thinks it's cool and cute !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBSzeAMGG3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZA5sqeUGcQQ/s1600/P1010285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBSzeAMGG3I/AAAAAAAAAWU/ZA5sqeUGcQQ/s400/P1010285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482203974444915570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBSzdgA-yII/AAAAAAAAAWM/aU3NQLEA0jo/s1600/P1010284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBSzdgA-yII/AAAAAAAAAWM/aU3NQLEA0jo/s400/P1010284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482203965808363650" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teng ! Teng ! Teng ! Put it on my hand xD. It has the very ticklish sensation. :D Oh well, that's all for this post !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBXeIRN5yLI/AAAAAAAAAWk/UUiYtKXUFh4/s400/P1010292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482532355035482290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&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/8125754080748300900-4217368204573344853?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/4217368204573344853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-orchard-and-waterfall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/4217368204573344853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/4217368204573344853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/06/to-orchard-and-waterfall.html' title='To The Orchard and Waterfall !'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/TBSzchKWBiI/AAAAAAAAAV8/AdIlT4Qhm74/s72-c/P1010265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7219480790999250963</id><published>2010-05-25T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T07:15:37.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Games Now and Then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Online games have changed so much this passing years. As technology continues to advance, so does gaming. Let's compare our old time favourite online game, Ragnarok Online with some of the more recent games in development. Eh...you know RO right ? It's one of the first online game in Malaysia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S_vbQmxZWBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/56k3vTO1T9o/s400/ragnarok121903_in01_lg_640w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475210850331088914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In fact, when it was released in Malaysia most of us was hooked by the game. Some, secretly go to CC to play it (during and after school). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;I even ponteng bio class last time to play it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;That time everybody talks about RO. We would ask each other "What class are you ?" and then make statements like "My acolyte pawns your acolyte...etc". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; I still remember during SPM I would take some time off from study and go to the nearest CC and play with friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;*AHEM*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now let us see how cool present online games are. Presenting, Mabinogi:Heroes aka Vindictus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S_vVkK-5STI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jNpxkrT38UM/s400/customization6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475204589399132466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S_vXxuoPdXI/AAAAAAAAAVs/Ypg7psPqLE8/s400/customization7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475207021329347954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S_vVkfPwcYI/AAAAAAAAAVU/b5A0kfQ-ERE/s400/customization3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475204594838565250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, Vindictus offer very in depth character creation unlike it's older counterpart. So much, hair style to choose from and look at how the cutie smile ! Expressions are so beautiful or cute XD Most online games only offer a fixed look resulting in frequent  encounters with a 100% similar looking character (aka evil twin).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something for you girls to drool on. Don't you wish you can customize the way you look to in real life too ? Sigh lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S_vVkgtfFBI/AAAAAAAAAVc/Fx_efG3niSI/s400/customization1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475204595231691794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S_vVk0U4_VI/AAAAAAAAAVk/m2frdEYu2aA/s1600/customization5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S_vVk0U4_VI/AAAAAAAAAVk/m2frdEYu2aA/s400/customization5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475204600497241426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 242px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-7219480790999250963?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7219480790999250963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/05/online-games-now-and-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7219480790999250963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7219480790999250963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/05/online-games-now-and-then.html' title='Online Games Now and Then'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S_vbQmxZWBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/56k3vTO1T9o/s72-c/ragnarok121903_in01_lg_640w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-137164670346441029</id><published>2010-05-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T13:34:15.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Demand JUSTICE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am a very photogenic person. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;But somehow people always tend to mess my pictures up.&lt;/span&gt; *AHEM!* LOL. I mean look at this photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S93LaV-VFqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bvv2KfUMwYY/s400/P4100701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466749176133260962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You see that ? You can't ? Wait let me mark it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S93MYkIYaAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kZzxN5Wvufs/s400/P4100701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466750245085407234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see it now ? How could anyone take a photo with me looking like that !? NOOOOO !!! Upon further zooming into the photo, you will realize that I am actually just talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S93NWbDq15I/AAAAAAAAAVE/q-tS2U41UWw/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466751307801614226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;On close up, doesn't look too bad right ? Minus the red eye of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I demanded for JUSTICE !! And it was served...Now this looks so much better. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S93La0ZIjYI/AAAAAAAAAU0/d_NYDbxcvYU/s400/P4100705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466749184298749314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken during Tini's birthday btw =) Happy Birthday Tini (again) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-137164670346441029?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/137164670346441029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-demand-justice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/137164670346441029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/137164670346441029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-demand-justice.html' title='I Demand JUSTICE !'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S93LaV-VFqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/bvv2KfUMwYY/s72-c/P4100701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-2609537202173261713</id><published>2010-04-12T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:38:59.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Park 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Where is vincent you ask ? Why blog no update de ? These are questions that floats around the brain of most readers who used to come to this small corner to waste time reading the not-very-interesting-post by Vincent Chin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is the blog dead ?  Maybe...Maybe not. But anyway my semester is very packed. So i won't be posting much at all during this period. Here are some updates to break the ice and to keep the blog from smelling too nasty due to rot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;KL BIRD PARK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I dunno about you, but usually when you relate an object with Malaysia, the first impression I get is....eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*inferior* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;AHEM ! a 'superb' quality object. I don't know why I feel this way...the 3 months of NS training should have made me patriotic but somehow it had a reverse effect on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So when Clarence said KL BIRD PARK, I was expecting nearly dead birds lying around. Emo and depress birds trapped in c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;age and dead birds hanging in the ceiling. When I got there, I was quite to surprise to find the condition of the Bird Park &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in very GOOOOOOOD shape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are dead birds there, yeah, but they are mummified and for display. Also contrary to my premature speculation, the birds are not depress, emo and trapped in cages (some of them are in cages, big birds like Ostrich for example) . They roam freely and they are healthy. Their diet consist of fruits....A LOT FRUITS. The birds here definitely have a healthier diet than humans for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are some nice photos =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L1mAjLeEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/n-OlHosPlus/s1600/P1010198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L1mAjLeEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/n-OlHosPlus/s400/P1010198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195731657848898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Photography failure due to back light. Bird btw with some photoshop tweak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L1lvwaisI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wR-vaMXnmzo/s1600/P1010201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L1lvwaisI/AAAAAAAAAUE/wR-vaMXnmzo/s400/P1010201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195727149959874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Birds making out. And someone was actually in awe with the mouth wide open "waaaaahhhh..." and we have to tell him to close his mouth in case something drip in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L1lFOVLFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AKbV28zuryA/s1600/P1010200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L1lFOVLFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/AKbV28zuryA/s400/P1010200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459195715732712530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Burung nuri ( i think ) eating fruits. The blue one eats long bean !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L6hTtVGSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/b8bUtmB8a60/s1600/P1010203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L6hTtVGSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/b8bUtmB8a60/s400/P1010203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459201148459489570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a peacock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L6h7dFLII/AAAAAAAAAUc/ArKDaKpGcI8/s400/P1010202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459201159128755330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Very nice tail.....must pluck one...must pluck one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L6iNlYYvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7cx4ad_eocY/s1600/P1010206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L6iNlYYvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/7cx4ad_eocY/s400/P1010206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459201163995407090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No ! Just one feather ! Don't run !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I failed to get a peacock feather as a souvenier. =( but as i was leaving the bird park, i saw an indian family walking out of the park with peacock feathers. 0_o How did they capture that dang peacock. It runs so fast. Will post more pictures for my next post. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L6h7dFLII/AAAAAAAAAUc/ArKDaKpGcI8/s1600/P1010202.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L6hTtVGSI/AAAAAAAAAUU/b8bUtmB8a60/s1600/P1010203.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/8125754080748300900-2609537202173261713?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/2609537202173261713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/04/bird-park-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/2609537202173261713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/2609537202173261713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/04/bird-park-1.html' title='Bird Park 1'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S8L1mAjLeEI/AAAAAAAAAUM/n-OlHosPlus/s72-c/P1010198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-1563944255511865367</id><published>2010-03-02T01:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:08:41.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Know Your Semen or Breast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Found this pics yesterday while browsing the net. Seriously...new surprises everyday eh ? That or I am just plain blur and...blur lol. Click the links to view the enlarged picture .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Males&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S4zahhXKKZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/olZMiKOV40A/s400/62552__468x_the-scoop-on-semen.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443966319010130322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 400px; "&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" color="#0000EE"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onlineschools.org/blog/the-scoop-on-semen/image.jpg"&gt;[Link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;so basically I need to eat more fruits ? ...But its not like I am gonna taste it....*mumble* But bitter and acidic semen sounds dangerous   *mumble*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For Females&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S4zahIOS3sI/AAAAAAAAATs/z7EoK6OdNM0/s400/62455__468x_15-things-you-should-know-about-breasts.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443966312262065858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 60px; height: 400px; "&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://gigazine.net/index.php?/news/comments/20100225_15_breast_secret/"&gt;[Link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" size="x-small"&gt;6 months of jail because of not wearing bra ? 0_0 Luckily males don't get thrown into jail for not wearing undies. And smoking makes ur boobs saggggy !! Heh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-1563944255511865367?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/1563944255511865367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/03/know-your-semen-or-breast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1563944255511865367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1563944255511865367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/03/know-your-semen-or-breast.html' title='Know Your Semen or Breast'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S4zahhXKKZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/olZMiKOV40A/s72-c/62552__468x_the-scoop-on-semen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-8528317721465354928</id><published>2010-02-27T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T01:01:02.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vincent's 1st Recipe... Macaroni and Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S4jeL3qtHaI/AAAAAAAAATk/hFp87300syU/s1600-h/P1010194.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cook Time&lt;/b&gt; : 10 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Cups of Macaroni (cups ? measure in cups ke ?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 Tablespoon of butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 cup of Milk (I use HL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cups of cheese sauce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Boil the macaroni for 7-8 minutes until the macaroni is tender and soft (just like maggi mee). Stir it time to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) After that, simmer/drain it of water. Once done, put the macaroni back into the pan/pot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Put 4 tablespoon of butter and 1/4 cup of milk into the pan/pot. Then put in the cup of cheese sauce. Mix and stir it well !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Complete !! See it's so easy !! You can make it even if you are a complete retard !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the outcome is *drums roll* ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S4jeL3qtHaI/AAAAAAAAATk/hFp87300syU/s400/P1010194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442844445180239266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't look appetizing to be honest but at least it's consumable and good. I should really put in some ham/sausages...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;*note to self. remember to put in some meat and vegetables, either wise you will end up eating one whole bowl of empty macaroni and cheese like me.&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/8125754080748300900-8528317721465354928?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/8528317721465354928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/02/vincents-1st-recipe-macaroni-and-cheese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/8528317721465354928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/8528317721465354928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/02/vincents-1st-recipe-macaroni-and-cheese.html' title='Vincent&apos;s 1st Recipe... Macaroni and Cheese'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S4jeL3qtHaI/AAAAAAAAATk/hFp87300syU/s72-c/P1010194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7615681929562592645</id><published>2010-02-18T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:39:55.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Surfed the net and found some pretty nice stuffs to laugh at that made my day. Behold...the phailures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;1) Photoshop Phail&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S315TWJg6UI/AAAAAAAAATM/DB7MB4BkU4o/s1600-h/a222_p12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S315TWJg6UI/AAAAAAAAATM/DB7MB4BkU4o/s400/a222_p12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439637298203388226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently Lady Guinevere needs a hand(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S315S6V61oI/AAAAAAAAATE/aBH6Z33hbn4/s1600-h/a222_p5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S315S6V61oI/AAAAAAAAATE/aBH6Z33hbn4/s400/a222_p5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439637290739226242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;why go for surgery when you have whitening cereals ?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312Ctrb9rI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ci4-MQZRC6U/s1600-h/a222_p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312Ctrb9rI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Ci4-MQZRC6U/s400/a222_p1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439633713927026354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Need a hand ?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;2) Ads Phail (pretty self explanatory)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312Ce2sS_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/DbxMPTgwT7A/s1600-h/a84_a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312Ce2sS_I/AAAAAAAAAS0/DbxMPTgwT7A/s400/a84_a9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439633709947702258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312B4jhfvI/AAAAAAAAASs/RhyooZ2ZQU8/s1600-h/a84_a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 123px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312B4jhfvI/AAAAAAAAASs/RhyooZ2ZQU8/s400/a84_a3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439633699666755314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312BcBdV1I/AAAAAAAAASk/cOQoyj0jjxo/s1600-h/a84_a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312BcBdV1I/AAAAAAAAASk/cOQoyj0jjxo/s400/a84_a2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439633692007683922" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312A_jssHI/AAAAAAAAASc/Ro9qLZR1WeM/s1600-h/a84_a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S312A_jssHI/AAAAAAAAASc/Ro9qLZR1WeM/s400/a84_a1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439633684366667890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;3) Question Phail &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you find it hard to believe. Just click on the links.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S316f4dMhcI/AAAAAAAAATc/-OqCtIKhIG8/s400/a96964_y12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439638613082801602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20071021113419AAYCo66"&gt;[Link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S316fSXq6pI/AAAAAAAAATU/fY3IQLwBTRo/s400/a96964_y9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439638602859080338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 375px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20100108211437AAcWDgA"&gt;[Link]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-7615681929562592645?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7615681929562592645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/02/failures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7615681929562592645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7615681929562592645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/02/failures.html' title='Failures'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S315TWJg6UI/AAAAAAAAATM/DB7MB4BkU4o/s72-c/a222_p12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-2422382861923871391</id><published>2010-02-09T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:15:10.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Predator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S3EnTIUGPGI/AAAAAAAAASU/lNBVGkVIxEA/s1600-h/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S3EnTIUGPGI/AAAAAAAAASU/lNBVGkVIxEA/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436169434815675490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously...WTF !? Mind your damn business woman ! Virgin or not its what is it to you ? &gt;.&gt; This post shows that boys can also become victim to sexual predators...beware !! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-2422382861923871391?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/2422382861923871391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexual-predator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/2422382861923871391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/2422382861923871391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/02/sexual-predator.html' title='Sexual Predator'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/S3EnTIUGPGI/AAAAAAAAASU/lNBVGkVIxEA/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-5319865314299298857</id><published>2010-02-04T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:50:23.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streak of Bad Luck</title><content type='html'>I am having a tough time with my luck recently and its certainly not funny. First got lost in KL, then fell sick, then my car bactery kong (if you are wondering what 'kong' means my dear polish fren...it means died) and then got harassed by soya bean uncle. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to buy a RM170 dry bactery since mine dry out completely. 170 !!!!! 170 ringgit !!!! not 170 cents man. Then that's that. cant be help. But as i was driving to public bank to replenish my wallet, i got of my car, went into the bank, came out and found that my car couldnt start...again...so i called the mechanic and he told me "AIYOH !! new bactery lar !! must charge a bit mar !!!" Well i guess 'charging a bit' definitely isnt 15 minutes...cause i charged the car for 15 minutes before going to the bank. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the worst thing is my car is parked at the soya bean uncle territory. Pasar malam tonight and soya bean uncle claimed that i have invaded his soya territory. Not sure what he meant by 'his territory'...maybe he 'marked' the area with his piss or something. Don't think i want to know. Luckily mechanic came and help me start the car again...and this time for good. Much to the soya bean uncle's relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something made my day today as i logged into msn...this article "An Italian TV Presenter tries to grab David Beckham's crotch" . I wonder what she is thinking ? Seriously. All males are born with the instinct to defend their bottom-middle-part-area with lightning reflexes against threats ( unless unexpected ).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do she really think she can assault a man's private part with this cheap method ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*closer now...closer now...THERE!!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OPS ! I tripped !!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hands reach out* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*MISS!!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Bummer. Just not my day."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to her, she was just trying to 'feel' for herself whether those underwear adds featuring David is really real or a fake and she is it doing out of good will (lol)...disturbing...you mean there are fake underwear adds....where they put small wood inside the undie so that the penis looks...bigger...? No idea and dont wanna know either. But certainly made my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-5319865314299298857?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/5319865314299298857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/02/streak-of-bad-luck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5319865314299298857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5319865314299298857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/02/streak-of-bad-luck.html' title='Streak of Bad Luck'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-5320924022394719323</id><published>2010-01-11T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T02:47:28.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly Pillows</title><content type='html'>And so here I am back in KL again. *groooan* Back to small room again. There were happy families of spiders in my room when I came back...have to kill them and clean the room. And oh gawd...my pillow stinks !! It stinks so much that it reminds me of Eric Lim's room back in Kampar. &gt;.&gt; I am definitely gonna wash it when I get a chance to go to my sister's house. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about smelly pillows, do anybody like sniffing their pillow ? Cause I am gonna tell you a secret...no I am not gay...but rather I like sniffing my pillow. Ever since I am small, I have one particular pillow which smells and I treasure it a lot. My mother always say that it stinks while I defended my pillow and say "It's baby mei. (baby smell)". Then my mom will /facepalm and say "You are already 12 lar for heaven sake. Any 'baby mei' is long gone." I always smell it for some reason and when my my mother want to throw it away that time, it was like the epic death scene in Butterfly Lovers and the 'you jump I jump' part in Titanic. &gt;.&gt; Weird huh ? I like smelling my pillow. Anybody with the same 'weirdness' ? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Clarence sent me a verse from Hebrews 12:1 which I find quite....eh...'hit the spot'. Guess I got to change my priority in life a bit. Kena 'sound' by God dy. T_T I also got to study for my maths test in kampar on 21st...sigh groan damn haiz....ok lar that's all for now. Gonna update next time =) Until then, cheers.&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/8125754080748300900-5320924022394719323?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/5320924022394719323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/01/smelly-pillows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5320924022394719323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5320924022394719323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2010/01/smelly-pillows.html' title='Smelly Pillows'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-6050225448634659135</id><published>2009-12-31T22:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:22:54.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy End To A Great Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It the end of 2009 and the new beginning as we enter into 2010 =D so how is everyone doing ? Sorry for the lack of post but I have been having a good time in Ipoh =) Had steamboat with youths during Christmas Night =) It was fun (obviously !! I tasted a 13 year old wine !! Jangan jealous ahahaha!! ) ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;During New Year Eve went clubbing with some old michaelians. Saw a lots of familiar faces and it was nice to be able see many people I know, though, we just smiled to each other and say 'Hi!'. Wished we were at Bar Room though...the music there is much more dynamic but its packed and more expensive...so we were stuck at Theme. Well wasn't that bad...I guess. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had some Tiger and Black Label. Not too shabby. But it really feels good to be able to hit the dance floor and just ignore everything and just dance. Follow the music and dance...though I am pretty sure that I look very stupid while dancing hahaha ! But screw that, nothing beats the fun of dancing and laughing with old friends like the old times =D. It feels good to be in mood to celebrate and everybody else feels the same =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and MSN becomes unreadable during New Years due too much drunkards on MSN lol. Most of the chats are 'happiii nrew yeashj !!! hsahsahahahahas!!' with extra non related alphabets. Seems like Mat Salleh really knows how to party !! D= But to be honest i am much more comfortable with our asian term of 'party' and keep the booze moderate =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sz2hF2cxJOI/AAAAAAAAASM/xLkdFUWJQEA/s400/Untitled.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421666648311538914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;name censored due to privacy lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&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/8125754080748300900-6050225448634659135?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/6050225448634659135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-end-to-great-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6050225448634659135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6050225448634659135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-end-to-great-year.html' title='A Happy End To A Great Year'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sz2hF2cxJOI/AAAAAAAAASM/xLkdFUWJQEA/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-9188390837745539107</id><published>2009-12-14T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:10:56.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>My friend says he won't be part of the youth anymore. I am sad...what should I do ? I only see him when both of us are back to Ipoh on the same week. We meet up in church, and usually during church service we will talking non stop trying to catch up...secretly when pastor talks (lol). We will barely have the chance to hang out any more...Once he stops attending service, it will be more and more difficult to follow and catch up with him. All this time, I am always worried that he will end up somewhere bad. This I say to you, dear friend, if you enjoy my company just as I have enjoy yours, please don't stray too far...If you stray too far, I will not be able to follow and catch you if you fall. If you are reading, I hope you will understand and remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-9188390837745539107?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/9188390837745539107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-my-dear-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/9188390837745539107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/9188390837745539107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-my-dear-friend.html' title='To My Dear Friend'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-5717121184426982618</id><published>2009-11-11T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T19:59:58.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt, Trust or Apathy ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SvuIEhDaOxI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zQQpVSpOlZQ/s1600-h/liar_game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SvuIEhDaOxI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zQQpVSpOlZQ/s400/liar_game.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403061789134568210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;The girl look a bit like Jasmine. I mean A BIT. Dunno why, reminds me of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I just notice I am filling my blog with all the psychology and philosophical stuffs. My friend said that my blog is getting 'deep' and i think i should start posting something more normal and relaxing concerning myself soon. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I was reading a comic today and I learned something very interesting today. Ma and Pa always say comics are non-educational and is a pure waste of time, but I think otherwise though...IMO it's the same like watching the TVB drama on 8TV or TV3 on 7pm with a plate of rice in one hand and the TV remote in another while munching a whole mouth of rice while commenting how stupid the main girl character is. I still remember the "OMG why this girl so stupid one. If i am her,  I sure give the guy double slap." and "OMG so unrealistic. See this is your typical copy cat hong kong film." type of conversations during dinner. =.=&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i am out of topic lolz. So what about Doubt, Trust and Apathy did I learn ? Below is the conversation, and i even added emoticons to help you picture the situation more ! =DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl : I am sorry that i doubted you. I feel bad. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy : What's wrong for doubting somebody else ? Humans should be doubted. =O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl : Huh? o.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy : Many people misunderstand this concept. That doubting is bad. Doubting people is a                      simple a way of getting to know them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy : Trust. The act of 'trust' is without a doubt a very noble one.  But sadly what they call                      'trust' is actually just giving up on trying to understand someone...and that said, it has                    nothing to do with 'trust' but rather APATHY. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy : Many people fail to realize that apathy itself is a far more devastating act then doubt. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guy : Question them, suspect them and take a long and good look at their heart. After all                          humans are creatures that can't put their pain into words. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well said. I always thought that doubting is bad too but if you ask a question that comes from a positive and curious spirit and not a malicious one, you will end up learning more. That said. This comic is about Social Engineering and Psychology. It's interesting and it's reminds a little bit of a english series called 'Lie To Me' which also another good and interesting show.  &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/8125754080748300900-5717121184426982618?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/5717121184426982618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/11/doubt-trust-or-apathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5717121184426982618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5717121184426982618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/11/doubt-trust-or-apathy.html' title='Doubt, Trust or Apathy ?'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SvuIEhDaOxI/AAAAAAAAAR8/zQQpVSpOlZQ/s72-c/liar_game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7443669196900961566</id><published>2009-11-03T12:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:00:43.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gray Gay World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SvK-PWKuEsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/34oTh6oN3jA/s1600-h/love.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SvK-PWKuEsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/34oTh6oN3jA/s400/love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400588074028503746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never thought that life can be so gray. When good and bad doesn't really seems to fall into places they are meant too. Sometimes it's easy to say "It's bad !! Very bad ! It's sick !" but sometimes it's just hard to judge...and who are we to judge  ? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is there such a thing called gay love or str8 love ? Gay friend say "Love is just love. There is no such thing gay or str8 love. It's just that you str8s label it that way." They say, "If God forbid gays then why do he let me feel this way?". But my thoughts are, if a guy is born penniless, would he improve, look for job so he can have a better living or stay in his current situation ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everybody deserves and want to be loved...but to what extent ? I chat with a gay online once, and I found out, that they are just very human like us. It's so hard to reply. Do we tell them frankly that homo is wrong and reject them ? or give a weak smile ? it's easier to say "hate the practice but accept the person as who he is" but when you try to act on it, it's hard. It really feels so horrid that it makes you speechless when hear a friend say "I am still young now and I want to find a partner asap...because I am afraid when I am old no one will want me any more." What should I say ? &gt;.&lt; "Gambatteeh !! ^^" ? Well that feels wrong lolz. When you try to reach them with Christianity, they instantly build a great wall of China in front of you, thinking that like everybody else, God will reject them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i was reading some random blog.  He has some homo problems he is currently dealing and struggling with. He wrote in a post that he has a str8 best friend he adores. They share things and they threat each other like brother. Through the friendship he says he learn that love doesn't necessarily involve intercourse.  After all, love is love. And I think I know what he meant. I had something similar. I have a very good friend that I used to hang out with all the time back then. He being the only male I could share and relate to, i used to stick with him where ever he goes. You could say it WAS a bromance (a term when 2 male friends are unusually close and spends lots of time together. and NO i am not gay, I don't swing that way for heaven sake =.= ). lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many gray areas in life, I don't know the answers to it, but this I know...I believe if I follow His commandments he will reveal the answer to me one day. That is faith. Lately, I have seen a lot of things. Come to see that they will always be surprise waiting around the corner just when you think that you've seen it all...especially the internet. =.= While these experiences leaves me wondering sometimes, I am grateful at the same time because I have learn and seen something new.&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/8125754080748300900-7443669196900961566?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7443669196900961566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/11/gray-gay-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7443669196900961566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7443669196900961566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/11/gray-gay-world.html' title='The Gray Gay World'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SvK-PWKuEsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/34oTh6oN3jA/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7643478403275102553</id><published>2009-10-25T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T07:43:01.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit of Unhappiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SuRfPqipDsI/AAAAAAAAARc/J8Gn_WmGeds/s1600-h/pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SuRfPqipDsI/AAAAAAAAARc/J8Gn_WmGeds/s400/pain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396542976218959554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading stuffs online today and stumble upon article. The article is called "The Pursuit of Unhappiness". It leaves me wondering, the pursuit of unhappiness...? Got see wrong or not....eh no wor! Unhappiness wor !! Didn't see wrong. doesn't that mean looking for misery and sadness ? Almost everybody I know looks for happiness, why would anybody with a sane mind would even look for misery ? Then after reading it, I realize it is not that people actually look for misery to be sad and to hurt themselves, but to look for happiness. It's a psychology article and I can't help but agree that it is true. It's a difficult concept to understand and to explain but can be simplified by 2 situation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The writer's friend was in Inuit once, on a snowmobile in a middle of a blizzard. Their snowmobile broke down. Both the writer and the friend got off of the snowmobile and inspected the damage and came to conclusion that their snowmobile is beyond repair. The writer's friend lift up both of her hands and laugh. The writer irritated and worried said, "How can you laugh at the time like this ? We could die in the blizzard !"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the reply was none other than, "When there is nothing left to do, you can only laugh.".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take another situation, a group of friends had a party in the mountains. They were partying whole night in their summer clothing when a storm started. They have to walk back to the house, all drench and cold. But they were laughing all the way. Probably laughing at themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the 2 situations, the pursuit of unhappiness is not pursuing misery, but more like pursuing happiness through misery. It's a difficult concept to understand and seriously humans can be so stupid sometimes. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humans tend to create their own mess and problems. They know it hurts and breaks them but yet they still do it. From using the past as a source of unhappiness (yearning for the good old days or regrets) to avoiding reality checks and romanticizing unachievable high goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happiness and contentment, easily understandable but so hard to achieve. "So, how do we be happy then ?" you ask ? Simple. Read the bible. While I don't mean your life will be smooth sailing once you read it, but if you follow what is written inside, you avoid a lots of unnecessary pain and you will always be very contented. Read and gather from it wisdom and knowledge, and it shall guide you in your journey during your ups and downs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-7643478403275102553?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7643478403275102553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pursuit-of-unhappiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7643478403275102553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7643478403275102553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/pursuit-of-unhappiness.html' title='The Pursuit of Unhappiness'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SuRfPqipDsI/AAAAAAAAARc/J8Gn_WmGeds/s72-c/pain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-9212413382773554981</id><published>2009-10-20T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:31:24.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crying Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/St4d1XVGFwI/AAAAAAAAARU/XmF0pv_CoWs/s1600-h/men-crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/St4d1XVGFwI/AAAAAAAAARU/XmF0pv_CoWs/s400/men-crying.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394782206269200130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears. Crying. Sobs. Whatever. We all know that when one is sad or in anguish they cry. I am not sure about you, but when some one tells me 'somebody' is crying, the first impression i have in mind will be a girl crying. And if you tell me, a guy is crying, the next impression i get is "OMG it must be a very serious problem he is going through." Now...that said. I can't help but feel very uneasy...and i want to ask your opinions, can a guy cry too ? Do you how much it means to a guy when they cry ?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most males has the 'if you cry you are a sissy' mentality. Sadly, I am also one of them. Which leaves me thinking, a guy can only cry if he is really in deep pain and anguish.  and if you cry because...lets say...you fall down and you hurt your knees and its very painful. Unless you break your knee people would probably think that you are a sissy or gay for crying. Which means, unless the condition of your knees is so bad that it shows out, you shouldn't be crying at all because you are a male and big boys dont cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me, i feel it is kinda stupid. It's ok to cry over losing a foot ball game but it's not ok to cry because of heart wrenching situations ? My friend told me that it's ok to cry over the lost of your girlfriend, loved ones or a foot ball game...but not over hurt feelings...etc. It's sad to see that there are invisible strings attached in expressing your emotions. Hidden rules to decide whether you should cry or not even when you are so hurt inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like tears are viewed as sign of failure, weakness, lost and utter despair. The reason why man are so against crying is because when they cry, it's a sign of lost of control and when you cry you expose your vulnerable side to others. That's why guys are so afraid to cry. Am i right lads ? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another ridiculous thing is, you are considered not crying when your eyes are watery and even when your voice is cracking. But you are crying when your are sobbing and tears stream down your face. When you hold back your tears, you are the fighter, the man. But when you cry, you are the loser. Don't you think its sad ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have friends who try so hard not to cry when bad things happen to them ( like parents pass away). I asked them  "Aren't you sad...? It's ok you know ? I am your friend. you can cry.". And they usual reply would be, "I am ok." while it's so obvious that their eyes are all red and they are fighting back the tears. During the night they wouldn't be able to sleep and they cry the whole night. Rage and depression is so common nowadays. In frustration, I seen teenagers hitting walls, throwing things around and kicking things. Basically pure destruction. In my opinion, guys need to be more honest to themselves, the depression and suicide rate would be much lower. Do you know that those that commit suicide are usually males ?  It's sad that the society judge a male based on his ability as an actor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not saying that you should start crying now and cry a bucket of tears, but to be more honest to your feelings. If you feel sad and if you feel like crying, feel free to do so. Find a friend who you can confide to. Who understands and won't go " OMG YOU PUSSY !" when you show your weaker side. But of course, cry for the appropriate reasons too...don't cry because your underwear has a hole in it. That said, i even have guy friends who cry in front girls to woo them. To gain sympathy and the girl's heart. Talk about being a drama king. Yucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I write this post out either. I just feel that I should give my view on it...So the next time you really feel like crying, when things are so unbearable and you are at wits end, look for a place or someone you trust with your life, and let it go. Which is better ? To cry alone without anybody knowing the hell you are going through or to cry and have someone comforting and holding you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-9212413382773554981?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/9212413382773554981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/crying-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/9212413382773554981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/9212413382773554981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/crying-game.html' title='The Crying Game'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/St4d1XVGFwI/AAAAAAAAARU/XmF0pv_CoWs/s72-c/men-crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-6514917787362449449</id><published>2009-10-19T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:44:07.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My birthday is gone and over with. To everybody who posted and commented on my facebook wishing me, thank you XDD I don't log on to facebook much anyway so sorry if i didnt reply...and to those who didnt wish me anything at all...I friggin hate you all. Seriously *sob* how can you forgot my *sob**sob* birthday ? *cries* i thought we were *sob* friends...*cries* arent we bff and gff ? *sob*...Ofc i am joking. Love you all wether you wish me or not&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;*i cant remember other people's birthday too sometimes.*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What you heard someone talking ? You are dreaming. Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway E message me today and wished me just before the clock strike 12am. Messaged each other. Conversation started with tension in the air but ends with tears and love (once again it's an hyperbolic statement and no we are not gay). I am glad the conversation ended well and for once no arguements. =/ I told him, to not neglect his friends, as another friend is already VERY boh song of him already. Glad he took the advice and didn't tell me how busy he is looking after 12 children, 10 cars to maintain and 20 wifes to look after all, over again (once again hyperbolic impression of how busy he is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Talking of 'boh song'-ness is it me or is the dog angry ?....well...boh song ? he looks irritated and in a foul mood when i took it's photo. gulp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StyzAInDooI/AAAAAAAAARM/SSap_RggBvA/s400/DSC00703.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394383268575683202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&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/8125754080748300900-6514917787362449449?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/6514917787362449449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6514917787362449449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6514917787362449449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to Me!'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StyzAInDooI/AAAAAAAAARM/SSap_RggBvA/s72-c/DSC00703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-6457856533762297317</id><published>2009-10-10T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T04:01:39.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='English Series'/><title type='text'>Review : Skins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StC5x8gfgLI/AAAAAAAAARE/m0Ba6kGJf50/s1600-h/SKINS+2+launch+cast+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well this series is not for minors at all. It's a British teen drama has controversial plots like homosexuality, drugs, narcissism, anorexia, stress, pregnancy, abuse, sex and the list goes on. Basically, if you are the type that goes "OMG this is so cool and I am gonna immitate it" everytime you finish a show, then please by all means don't watch it. XD It's for 18 and above. I repeat...18 and above...( not 8 years old and above ). Currently the series is divided into 2 generations. I am gonna to review the first batch first...here goes ! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCIx8NAVUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oYTsNiQ5jmg/s400/skins-logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390959145518126402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 369px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal Thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basically this series is about a group of wankers...erm i mean teenagers ( damn ! being watching too much XD ) who are going through their college life. While some of the parts are quite exaggerated, it doesn't dismiss the fact that shit can happens and it is not out of the question that it might happen in real life too. When you watch the show, you will find out that relationships are fragile, friend or lovers, people will sometimes fail you. You will also see that people, are actually very emotional creatures. They might say that they hate you, but inside they don't really feel that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For me, the reason i like this show is probably because i don't share the same life style as them. If you ask me wether I would like to have a lifestyle like theirs after watching the show, I would answer "No.". Why ? You ask ? Sure it's fun and what not. The show glorifies sex and drugs. Free sex, drugs and rave are cool. Sure maybe it's true for certain people. But what really matters is the result that follows after all the fun. Does drugs solve the matter ? No, the problem is still there and you might have even made it worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCyCyyVMcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MOWuGSKZq6I/s400/50412_skins-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391004515024843202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everybody knows sex is good. True, sex always make you feel good. But seriously, spreading my seeds around its not exactly a thrilling thing to think off. Who knows how many people your current partner has slept with. You run a risk for STD, AIDS and also pregnancy (shit happens. Condom has a hole..etc ). I rather reserve my seeds for someone I really like. Basically for me, strangers = not comfortable = not in the mood =awkward = hard to initiate love making mood. Just imagine having a classmate ( I am not talking about gf and bf here btw ) of a different gender sitting beside you in lectures and then one day you are in thrown into a room with him/her and your friends call you to sleep with him/her. Can you do it ? Well...for me...No...It will be awkward for me cause I don't even know her well. @.@ lolz and that's where drugs and alcohol come in. To make the job easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest, if you are mixing out with the wrong group and you being the only Christian, it can be pretty stressful haha. Besides, I can talk in their 'language' very well if I wanted too haha. Just that sometimes I pretended not to know to get myself out from the awkward conversations. It's like your friends would be urging you to sleep with a girl because she is all wet about you and you would be hesitating cause you know what you are doing is wrong but at the same time you don't want others to look at you as a pussy and lose your 'cool'. Worst, your friends will start to think that you are gay. Seriously, it just doesn't feel right to sleep with someone I barely know...it's like a big alarm going off in you screaming "DONT DO IT. DONT DO IT." =S But I am glad that in every situation I have went through, when I said my NOs there would always be one friend in the midst who would defend me and get me out of the mess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I still remember what this particular guy said, and I am glad he help me out. "Give him a break, he is a Christian dude. You don't find dudes like him around nowadays. He didn't force his chastity belt on you so do me a favour and stop stressing him out." I don't know if they have been calling me names like Holy Virgin Vincent or stuffs like that but I am sure they still hold respect for me and whenever they have problems they will look for me for advice. That I am sure off :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;When you watch the show. Don't watch because you think that what they are doing is cool. But watch it because you know that you should never indulge in this kind of lifestyle no matter how fun it is. When you watch and see the consequences they later face, learn from it so that you won't do the same mistake. I can somehow relate to the show...not directly but indirectly. ;) No more elaborations on that haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;The Cast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCksoJCFBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/1jzb9qLzHqs/s400/250px-Tony_Stonem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390989840558986258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tony is a cool guy and very good looking. Good in studies, sports and basically dates the head of the cheerleader type. Every girl would die to have a date with him...but don't be fool ! He is actually a very !@@$#$@% guy ! He betray friends, cheats on his girl friend, manipulate people, make a fool of people, sleep around, and yada yada the list continues. Basically he is douche bag. His character is very despicable. It was written in the actor's blog, that he was minding in his own business on the streets and some people pass by and said "oh you are the guy from Skins. You are a twat." and walk off. That is the degree of how evil and jerk-ish his character is !  He tried to change his personality to get Michelle back but failed as he was later knock down by a bus. After the accident, he suffered a huge damage to his brain. Though he survive, he suffered amnesia and has a change of personality, making him much more loveable...though at the cost of his social standing. From the coolest boy to nothing in one day. Through out season 2, he has really went through a lot. Though he is a bad ass, i really can't help but feel for him...poor dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCkswfZayI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DzVy1RlbO9M/s1600-h/Michelle_skins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCkswfZayI/AAAAAAAAAQE/DzVy1RlbO9M/s400/Michelle_skins.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390989842800274210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Michelle is the Tony's (unfortunate) girlfriend. She is beautiful and dedicated to Tony. Though Tony is a d**khead all the time. Though at later point in the series she finally ditched Tony and calls it quits. Way to go girl !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCktda161I/AAAAAAAAAQM/ByJ0snmTsgc/s400/Sid_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390989854860766034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sid is Tony's best friend. Unlike Tony he is shy and struggles in his studies. Though being Tony's best friend, Tony always exploited his soft side and manipulate him. He sees Tony as his role model and he is always there for him when he is in trouble. He has a crush on Tony's gf...Michelle. He is also trying to  lose his virginity but not having much luck due to being not popular (lolz). He later develops feelings for Cassie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCktrWrcZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vSgKyfyLOZk/s400/Cass_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390989858601398674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 138px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cassie is anorexic lass. She is beautiful but due to not taking food, she is very skinny. Her family never seems to pay attention to her needs. She is pitiful...I really find her pitiful. She has feelings for Sid at the beginning of the series but it goes unnoticed for some time. She is a very cheery and friendly but she hides her problems and battle in her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StClPuElT_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/NeDHYtzUF8M/s1600-h/Jal.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StClPuElT_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/NeDHYtzUF8M/s400/Jal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390990443446358002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then there is Jal, a girl who plays the clarinet very well. Her mother ran away while she was young. She has 2 brothers and her fathers cares for them. Not much is known about her until season 2. She becomes pregnant in season 2 because of Chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCkuLk1z0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/fRmvVvMcRU0/s1600-h/Chri_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCkuLk1z0I/AAAAAAAAAQc/fRmvVvMcRU0/s400/Chri_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390989867250732866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 188px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCktrWrcZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vSgKyfyLOZk/s1600-h/Cass_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCktrWrcZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vSgKyfyLOZk/s1600-h/Cass_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCktrWrcZI/AAAAAAAAAQU/vSgKyfyLOZk/s1600-h/Cass_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chris is the joker of the group. He likes parties. He has a very horrid family back ground though. His brother died of disease at young age, his mother left him and his father hates him. He has no place to stay and is currently living in the school dorm. His father rejects him when he tried to ask for his help when Chris's mother ran away. In the first season, Chris falls for her psychology teacher, Angie and when things fail, his 2nd love interest is Jal. He also have 2 best buddies, namely Maxxie and Anwar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StClOaDD7zI/AAAAAAAAAQk/upCoGfoXSbA/s1600-h/Anwa_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StClOaDD7zI/AAAAAAAAAQk/upCoGfoXSbA/s400/Anwa_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390990420891397938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anwar is a muslim. BUT he has no qualms on premarital sex, drugs or alcohols. D= weird isn't it. And in case you haven't notice by now. Anwar is acted by the actor in Slum Dog Millionaire. His family is very strict about sex and alcohol, but little Anwar just take it easy and of course does everything in secret. He might be open minded, but he has problem with his gay friend Maxxie until his father says otherwise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StClO8tqYeI/AAAAAAAAAQs/-J1fAEsekQE/s400/Maxxie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390990430196883938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 211px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maxxie. What can I say about him ? He is good looking and cute. I like his hair. It looks natural on him unlike those lala chai you see in Malaysia. He loves dancing and drawing and i like both his dance and drawing. So coooool ! XD Before you ladies goes GYAAAH ! and pounce on him, i might wanna add that he is gay. XD He treasures Anwar as his best friend ( he nvr has any gay interest in Anwar and neither do Anwar has any gay interest in him. Do take note. ) but Anwar has difficulty in accepting him as gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At first impression, you might find the series very shallow for your liking. Though as you continue to watch on you find that this show is a bit similar to Dawson's Creek ( Chris and Angie ) and a more mature 'version' of Friends. I am quite hook up with this series now and I hope it will continue to be good. The story line is kinda addictive is I might add. I particularly like the episode that features Maxxie and Anwar, as they struggle on the topic of homosexuality as I was afraid that Anwar and his family would condemn Maxxie for being gay. Most dramas features gay dudes as the out cast of the group,  but in this series, Maxxie is still part of the group though he is gay. Even in real life, people tend to hate gays. I have a few friends who are totally hate gays. I believe that you should hate the practise but not the person...though you should also be careful that you don't get influence by them too...&gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also like Sid. He is a very loyal friend even though Tony always exploited him. I know how it feels to be exploited by a friend and at the same time still having concern for that particular friend. It's not easy and I am happy that he was there for Tony when Tony needed him the most. Though i thought that he should have at least stand up for himself when Tony verbally abuse him. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that's all for my review. :) If you are an mature and open minded and thought you have seen it all, try this show but if you aren't comfortable with shows that has excessive swearing, drugs and what not, don't watch it by all means because you would get offended and flame my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StC5x8gfgLI/AAAAAAAAARE/m0Ba6kGJf50/s400/SKINS+2+launch+cast+photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391013021669621938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8125754080748300900-6457856533762297317?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/6457856533762297317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/review-skins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6457856533762297317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6457856533762297317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/review-skins.html' title='Review : Skins'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/StCIx8NAVUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/oYTsNiQ5jmg/s72-c/skins-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-1868271102144553929</id><published>2009-10-10T05:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T03:55:28.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update(s?) ( very short one )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;It's weekends again and vincent is free ! So it's time for updates :D yay ! I have been around KL broadening my horizon a bit. Every time I tell myself, "I surely need to blog about this when i get home", I end up sleeping instead...which leads me with so many events behind time that I need to blog about, which when i think about it makes me lazy. lol. Basically, done a lot, seen a lot and experience a lot ( mostly fun and not elaborating. XD )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway i just have my maths test. As you all know Vincent hate maths and maths love Vincent. So it's like an escapable cruel reality that i need face. How are you going to apply Trigonometry or let's say...Differentiation in real life ? Take a market place for example, "Aunty i want 2 cos 2x + 3 kos 4x chicken with a taste of the first differentiation equation pl0x ? " Try talking to the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chicken selling Ah Sam like that and see if she takes out a pen and paper and starts calculating or a "WT* are you talking about ? So you want chicken or not now ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I am watching a series called Skins which i will be reviewing in the next post :D It's not a show for everybody to be honest...and I don't really recommend the show to anybody who isn't of age. &gt;.&gt; Nevertheless I find the show entertaining. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh btw, my bday is on 19th of October. Let's see who is keeping my blog updated and who is not. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-1868271102144553929?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/1868271102144553929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-very-short-one_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1868271102144553929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1868271102144553929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates-very-short-one_10.html' title='Update(s?) ( very short one )'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-1220933860236380673</id><published>2009-09-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:14:08.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking A Break</title><content type='html'>I will be taking a break from the KL post for a while and gonna post on my visit back to my school today &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I have a one week &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; holiday and many will be wondering if i am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in jam for 8 hours while coming to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ipoh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. By the way, why can't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; learn to use come instead of cum all the time ? Anyway back to the topic. No i didn't get stuck in traffic jam. Why you asked ? cause i am smart. I skipped classes, drove back at 5am and took the old road. See how smart I am ? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mwahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here i am back at Stupid Monkey Institution, I have always missed my school and my glorious days at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I remember how my friends poor a basin of water from the bio lab on the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; floor. I remember how we hid the teacher's projector remote for 2 hours so that she can't teach since she is a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; computer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;noob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(her teaching is fatal. never mind her extraordinarily boring lectures. students drop dead stone cold on the table just by looking at her face.) . Those were the times we care little and enjoy our life to the fullest. It's sad that nowadays friendship isn't valued as they used to be and is often taken for granted. We lose more friends than we can gain at times, and this is a very hard truth to accept. But at the same time, friends might come and leave, but the footprints they leave in your heart will always remain. :D And before this gets more depressing and me sounding like an old man dying of cancer, let's carry on :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And so i was walking down memory lane and wondering how great it is to be here in my school again when suddenly something caught my eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383232907179863122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SrUVzremLFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gmrsvZMXOUE/s400/P1010162.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tears began to accumulate in my eyes as I gaze in awe of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;conteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dinding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The practice of brotherly love is still practice here. United we stand, united we fall. Ain't it lovely ? It's hard to find friendship so true. After 2 years of absence from my school, i come back and find &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;conteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of artistic value and friendship. And as i continue down the path...another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;conteng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383234479703479938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SrUXPNlcVoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fReuCpDIIwg/s400/P1010164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah freedom of speech...who doesn't like freedom? It's good to see that the present students are practising their freedom of speech well. Peter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Kiew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is our disciplinary teacher, while i have no hatred towards him (mostly because he read my essay in front of the class as an example for writing good essays. seriously it's true.) most students hate him. And look see how it beautifully rimes, Peter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Khiew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;BabiQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Isn't it beautiful ? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I also see that my school has been under renovation to improve the condition of our school. As you can see, they also added some holes to the ceiling to make it sexier. Just as guys like girls that show a little bit of their 'meat', Mr.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Phoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our extraordinary mentally challenged headmaster, thought that the same rule applies to buildings too. To be honest, the ceiling looked much more better before renovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383236898734339282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SrUZcBLV9NI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rM_ZVSpXX2M/s400/P1010163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there finally after walking down the now artistic memory lane, I saw my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt;. I missed my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;lao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;poh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I yearn for her touch and her slim figure....no it's not a human female girl i am referring to. It's my cello. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; what are you all thinking ? For those who don't know what a cello is...here is a picture of a cello. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383227702274763058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SrUREtshKTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/BrfIikTPKLc/s400/165px-Cello_front_side.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduced my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; to you. She is a very beautiful and slim as you can see from the picture above. I have been using her since day one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt; and even to the concert. I love her a lot. But one day something bad happened to her, no not cancer...and no she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get run down by a car. She was stepped by a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; junior of mine ( i was the head for the bass section and an auditor then). Literally stepped on...not stabbed. See picture below for information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383238627370679378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SrUbAo2XPFI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nnKsaU8MgPg/s400/P1010165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was taking taking a break after 2 hours of non stop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;orchestra&lt;/span&gt; action with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;. So i put her down to rest my hand, and there comes one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; barbarian from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Mongolia&lt;/span&gt; from the time of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;genghis&lt;/span&gt; khan running down the hallway. I told them to stop running around but it falls to deaf ears as he was busy playing '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;asi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;duduk&lt;/span&gt;'. So he was jumping around and wasn't looking and his right leg landed on my cello. Hence, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;tercipta&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Tapak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;kaki&lt;/span&gt; Francis Light" (he discovered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Penang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;) on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt;. It was still there, when i came back to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;wifey&lt;/span&gt; today. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need to time travel to see how my school will be in 10 years time. The future is now and i can already see it :D GO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;SMI&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/8125754080748300900-1220933860236380673?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/1220933860236380673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1220933860236380673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1220933860236380673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-break.html' title='Taking A Break'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SrUVzremLFI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gmrsvZMXOUE/s72-c/P1010162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-3042815840077142118</id><published>2009-08-19T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:06:38.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Life Part 4: The Story So Far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7JqgFerKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Gbvyhv5G4ys/s1600-h/18082009134.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7Jp59BxAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uVAvjDWuyOY/s1600-h/18082009136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7Jp59BxAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uVAvjDWuyOY/s400/18082009136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453127268189186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As soon this blog loads you see the picture of Vincent Chin Kwong Yew in his usual peace sign...Indicating he is not dead yet for those who was wondering where in nine hells he is. Being busy a tad busy in KL XD. Things are going quite well for me in KL. I have a very good start in APIIT. So far assignments have yet to begin and i thought i should post while i still have a chance. I got to know some friends in APIIT and we hang out quite often. Introduding *drum roll* ...but first, for those who can't get enough of me...here is the photo of me again ! XD&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7JpPxe1fI/AAAAAAAAAN0/FWJU-n_W_Ow/s400/18082009136.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453115945473522" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Hensemnya ! ( Anonymous:  =.= Go and die plz. I don't know you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first guy i got to know in APIIT on day 1. During the first 2 weeks he couldnt wake up for the 8.45am class. Always overslept. A christian and kinda home sick-ish fellow ( ANDY : wth ? stop typing stuffs about me! ) . Comes from Penang. A good dude and he tend to translate mandarin to english to a certain ipoh mari punya 'banana'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaron&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Specky guy who owns a psp and a friend of Tini. He is a very cheerful fellow. Likes to sleep and owns a motor. Sleeps in 70% of the class in APITT. From Kedah and his girlfren is gundam ( joking lol ). Currently playing Ben10.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7JohqPkmI/AAAAAAAAANs/q_EWxBt8uhI/s400/18082009135.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453103567082082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Aaron and Andy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The first girl friend ( as in KAWAN PEREMPUAN not teman wanita ) in APIIT. From Indonesia. She is a chinese and is quite good looking. But see see she is from Indonesia ! Well known for her '15 minute short cuts' which actually is actually a '1 hour long cut' path to a destination. ( well at least according to Aaron ) Likes jokes and spends time searching for them in google and tend to 'ter-puji' herself  and 'ter-perasan' out of the blue sometimes. (TINI : I read your blog sometimes if you hasn't notice by now.) Oh ! and she is good in maths !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A male who likes table top games and a fan of Magic The Gathering card game. Once again he looks like a chinese but actually he is a kadazan from Sarawak. ( duh. abuthen ? Hawaii ar ?) (Andy: Actually kadazan is from SABAH not sarawak. So Nathan is from SABAH. )  And according to his MSN name, "I Like Big Breasted Girl XD" . He likes girls with big breast (duh ? vincent why today you talk so much crap one. Say somethine we don't know lar ). =O so small breast-ed girls no chance to pikat him dy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7JqVRcLzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wRg0xNwVPrc/s400/18082009137.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453134601563954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7Jp59BxAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uVAvjDWuyOY/s1600-h/18082009136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7Jp59BxAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uVAvjDWuyOY/s1600-h/18082009136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7Jp59BxAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uVAvjDWuyOY/s1600-h/18082009136.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Nathan ( camera phobe ) and Tini !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Revathi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;An indian girl who is 1 year older than me. A natural 3-in-1, good looking, nice and friendly. She believe that pork is very 'kenyal' and thus she doesnt like it. She also pronounce parent as 'pah-rent'. Lives in Old Klang Road with her 'pah-rent'. Armed with the knowledge of the mandarin language, she goes in the for the kill on any chinese boys who tease her in mandarin out of ignorance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shih-Yi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No she is not a korean. And her nickname is fish. A dilligent and smart girl. Lives in Puchong. Smart and friendly. Don't know much about her yet. But on first impression, she seems to be a good girl. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;China Boy X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Andy told us a boy from China has join our group. I have yet to see him (due to being absent from one class and he it is the first time Andy see him) but according to Andy he is from Hong Zhao. He calls himself, LJ. No, that cantonese rude word that describe the condition of a certain part of the male body. It's just LJ. I know what you are thinking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monster Slaying Group&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A group consists of Tom, Dick and Harry ( AKA i dont know their name). Slaying monster that terrorizes APIIT with their laptop. Upholding their code honour with great dilligence.  Aimed with their laptop wherever they go, monsters falls by their laptop one at a time. So great is their commitment that they kill monsters during lectures, but, much to the lecturers annoyance, they call them to close their laptop and pay attention in lectures. In the end, Tom, Dick and Harry are just humans and students, they can fail. Studies comes first and monster slaying second, even if it is done out of the noblest of reasons. Basically the tar kei group, which tar kei every second you see them. They will be slaying big bad dragons in lectures while the maths lecturer is teaching us how to count.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't have the photos of the others yet :) will post once i have them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had bowling today and snorkeling in Carrefour today. Fish, me and Andy, wasn't very interested with it so we go jalan -jalan. But we did hang out with everybody and it was fun to get to know others better :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you must be wondering if i got lost in KL so far. The answer is yes. I nearly went to Seremban one time cause i took the wrong turning. D: I also learnt another something about KL, CHERAS JAM ALL THE TIME FOR GOD KNOWS WHAT REASON. Jam here, jam there, everywhere jam jam jam. Memang pek cek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I went to GEPC last friday and Grace Assembly a few weeks back. It's good to be in the presence of God and mix around Christians. For some reason it is eerily comfortable. I used to have a view on Christians being a little bit to rigid sometimes. XD Grace Assembly is ok. It's a big church and speaker keeps repeating his point over and over again, prolly because he knows most of us are half awake ( morning service). My sister call him Ah Pek for some reason. GEPC is a youth church. It's actually my first time there...and so far so good. They even have a theme song of some sort of their own. =O Prolly to men-generate semangat one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thats all the update for now :) Thx for reading XD. Will post on lecturers soon lol. Until then take care. :) I shall end the psot with the pic of a tak berapa sedap and blurry punya nasi pataya special !! Cheers~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7JqgFerKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Gbvyhv5G4ys/s1600-h/18082009134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7JqgFerKI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Gbvyhv5G4ys/s400/18082009134.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453137504185506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-3042815840077142118?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/3042815840077142118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/08/kl-life-part-4-story-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3042815840077142118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3042815840077142118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/08/kl-life-part-4-story-so-far.html' title='KL Life Part 4: The Story So Far...'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/So7Jp59BxAI/AAAAAAAAAN8/uVAvjDWuyOY/s72-c/18082009136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-6524529372181543046</id><published>2009-07-30T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T12:03:13.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Life Part 3 :The Milk Incident and God is good</title><content type='html'>Fuah God is really good lor. Today is my orientation and things are going very well ! I tell u lar, God is really really good. Why ? cause me being sakai didnt know must buy ticket for parking...OK LAR I KNOW LAR. I thought the orientation is short. So i thought jimat my money dont want buy lor. HAIZ. So that time i was still blur cause morning mar but ler i smart also. cause i know will clamp car one those buggers. So park far away from APIIT. I parked under the " AWAS ZON KUNCI KERETA " sign and I didnt notice i park under that sign until i finish orientation today lol. I was so worried my car will get clamp and i kena fine RM50. First day of college, getting fined for RM50 is not a good thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After i finish orientation ( which is 9.00 to 5.30 pm) i faster faster go down to my so call 'safe from guard's clamps' place ( which is just beneath the sign lol ) and there it was ! My kancil safe and sound. Then i noticed the sign board..."AWAS ZON KUNCI KERETA". God really good lol. Maybe He make my kancil invisible or blind the indian guard lol. HAHAHA. Really gan jiong lor cause during orientation all the speaker emphasize on the parking, ticket, clamps and the RM50 fine. I was like "OMG ! Plz keep my car safeeee !! I will spend quiet time with You longer...so plz ! Safe my poor and cute little kancil !! " LOL. Thx God I was spared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good. There. I say it again. Why ler ? cause today is my first day mar. So no new frens lor. So cham sit there in the dark corner (actually purposely one cause its in the open and the sun damn glaring) reading newspaper. then i see like other people got one gang dy...tho thats because they are from same college. Most notebly is KTAR KL branch. One whole gang of lala jai and lala mui AKA lala tui. Then dgn kesiannya i try to act a bit lar. Like very outspoken frenly and cool like that...but FAIL ! Kesian. sob sob. Nobody want to come over to talk to me T_T. Then i fall into depression. lol jk lar. not that serious lar. Usually i will go out my way to befren others who is also alone...OK LAR I ADMIT LAR. I was the only loner around that time. T_T So this time I whispered a short prayer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God. Plz send someone in my way that you think will be a good company with me...Lazy lar everytime also i go and make frens...eh but ler that guy u send ah...maybe got good looks lar...cause if like nerd and geek like that ah...boring lar if terjoin the nerd gang...and also smart lar...if bodoh ah and later he want join me for assignment ar very problem lar...aiyah whatever lar. U decide Father !"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiba-tiba, got one guy came over and ask me wether he could sit beside me. Then i thought "wah is he God-sent ar !? So geng mer !?". Then I analzye him...hmmm good looking wor....and also he knows his stuff ! Not too smart and not too stupid ! GOOD ! I was like WOW. Really that geng wor. Coincidence or what ? Though i thought its God's work :) He even suggested we look for part time together ( i was looking for part time to btw. He dont know at first ) o.0 PLUS, i found out he read manga and anime too lol. So !? God is good !! Thats more than i ever asked for lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another incident once i reached home, cause that time is peak hour already. Traffic jam. and since i live in apartment berebut parking space. So i found a nice parking space in front of the guard house and i mati mati also wont budge from that parking space. After i reach my room and took a bath, suddenly a DILEMA CAME. What should i eat ? Below is 4 choices but all 4 also got prob...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maggi Mee ( dunno what my cousin use to cook maggi )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cereal ( No milk + cant find my bowl )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order Food ( dont have number to call )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go out eat ( risk no parking space later. have to park in some dark corner later )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i was like so gan jiong. OH NOO !? AM I GONNA STARVE TO DEATH IN MY OWN APARTMENT !? Not to mention the apartment got so much maggi mee. Like one old saying goes, caterpillar surrounded by leaf die of starvation ( direct translation. Dont quote me on that lol ) I was like SOS-ing calisa wong about my dilema that time while my stomach keep screaming "OMG I AM GONNA DIE ! PLZ FEED ME !!". And then suddenly, one voice in my mind answered "Bodoh. go eat at the nearby mamak lar. Nathan's corner. Ur sis say the tandoori chicken there damn nice one." Is that God ? I dont know lol. But thx God i didnt die of hunger in my own apartment. Come out newspaper also people laugh until sakit perut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there is a Milk Incident. I went shopping with my sis, Ju. and we thought buying cereals + milk is a good choise for breakfast. We both thought that the apartment has a fridge but actually ler dont have. So happy happy take the milk back cant find fridge wor. I was looking every where..."Where is the freaking  fridge?".  Then i came to the conclusion, my apartment has no  fridge...yet ( fridge is on the way my cousin say ). My sister goes " Babi lor ! what u gonna do e milk then ?". I replied "Drink lor." She goes " You can finish mer ?".  "Can." *glug*. "OMG YOU CRAZY NOOB !!! U DRANK 1 LITRE OF MILK DOWN AR !? LATER YOU DIARHOEA LIKE FOUNTAIN THEN U KNOW !" So...later that night i got diarhoea...but it wasnt that bad. Wasting food...in this case Marigold Milk...is not good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-6524529372181543046?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/6524529372181543046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/kl-life-part-3-milk-incident-and-god-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6524529372181543046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6524529372181543046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/kl-life-part-3-milk-incident-and-god-is.html' title='KL Life Part 3 :The Milk Incident and God is good'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-2962070100967314914</id><published>2009-07-28T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T07:21:10.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Life Part 2 :Mangkuk mar. Macam mana jahit.</title><content type='html'>Today i drove to my college and one u !! OMG ! Bangga betullll !! But of course with the help of my sis sitting beside me and the ever helpful mr. gps ( actually mrs ler. cause girl voice...actually i have been thinking...wont the gps sells better if a japanese girl with a cute voice voices the instructions...like when u take the right turn it goes "Atagamaii (smart) Vincent-kun." and then when u take wrong turn "baka !". Sure sell weh.) Go One U for what u ask ? Buy clothes lar. APIIT's regulation is that every student must wear T-Shirt...no casual. Aiseh. Pretigious-nya. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did I get amazed today ? No lor. I am not that sakai ok.....What u don't believe ? Bugger. ok lar I was amazed by a water tumbler brand call sigg today. If you want a water tumbler that cost RM100+ then sigg is for you. :D Memang terkejut. I thought 10 dollar. see see its 100 dollar. Adults nowadays...got too much money to spend on. You can simply buy one good tumbler around RM15+...and if dont give a hell about quality i think RM3 pun boleh dapat one with the tweety bird design already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought 2 T-shirt, 1 pants and 2 boxers :DD. I also bought one mangkuk for eating purposes since my sister poped up the billionaire question " So what are u going to use to eat ? Your cup ? " Then ah babi. I went to buy shirt lor. Go take out the T-shirt from the wrapping. Then go cuba. Then ah...I was poke by a needle. Damn painful. I forgot that usually T-shirts have needle on them ( though i dont know why ). Then kena poke by needle lor in fitting room. Damn shok lor. I "AHH !! BABI!!!" so loud until my sister could hear me miles away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not the worst thing that happened. Something even much memalu-fying happened ( again ). I tried my pants and found that it is a bit too long for me. So my sis requested the pants to be 'modified' a bit. The malay sales boy told me to go pay for the seluar first....so i go pay lor. Then i pay jor. I straight give him the plastic bag without checking. See see...i terbagi salah. I terbagi the malay guy the mangkuk i bought. Yes i gave him the mangkuk to jahit...then he goes "Mangkuk mar. Macam mana jahit ?" as he laugh his head off. Worst thing is, another customer was passing by and he witness the scene and he join in the laughter...lol. =.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wth first few days in KL like comedy scene dy...but i am grateful that so far things have been going pretty well for me. :) Though there were a few embarressing moments but i am grateful that nothing bad happened to me XD Once again I would like to thank my sister for bring me around and most important to my Daddy in heaven who is also quite a joker at heart LOL. Embarressing moments can be good and can be bad. So far everything turns out good for me. No matter what happens, I &lt;3 Jesus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-2962070100967314914?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/2962070100967314914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/kl-life-part-2-mangkuk-mar-macam-mana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/2962070100967314914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/2962070100967314914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/kl-life-part-2-mangkuk-mar-macam-mana.html' title='KL Life Part 2 :Mangkuk mar. Macam mana jahit.'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-1737522005827005977</id><published>2009-07-27T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:08:44.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KL Life Part 1 :Bagai kancil masuk kampung</title><content type='html'>Been quite busy this few weeks. Have to pindah masuk ke dalam apartment. Memang sakit kepala @.@.  KL is so freaking big...luckily so far no sesat case lar. haha. APIIT is very close my apartment luckily. My sister is borrowing me the gps. this little guy can talk one ! fuuuyoooh ! i was very amazed by it until it lead me and my sister to my non-existent road. Like, it says, "Turn right" and then u look on ur right...it's a forest. how to turn ler mr. gps ? and if u go out of track the gps goes "Recalculating...recalculating." If the gps can load in the china man voice and slang sure funny ler. Take wrong turning and it goes "aiyohhh...left lar dear..left. u want me say how many times ?". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my sis says "dont worry lar ! i borrow my gps for u for 1 month with no interest and weekly charges !". Then oh..the kl drivers ar...more ganas then ipoh one. All  fiunnng ! here and fiuuuunggg ! there. Even ur ordinary bas sekolah bas driver is driving ala Initial D. The bas driver never use rear mirror one...the poor little kancil beside him also he summore want to cut to my lane.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My orientation is starting on 30th so i still have a few days to prepare. So i went to ikea with my sis to buy some perabot. We had lunch in ikea. Goodness ! memang like bagai kancil masuk kampung ( for those who dont know what the proverb means, it means adjusting to a new environment. not literally a kancil escape from the zoo and went on rampage in the village). Ikea's services are very 'overseas'. They are attentive to the customer's social needs. Not to mention the food there nice ler ! I had a cake ( with choc topping with nuts and wheat...whatever...) and its nice ler ! Tho its a little bit too sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i had a plate of french fries and 10 meatballs. At first i was like, "sei lor....sup lup (10 balls in canton) yi tan (meatballs) already 10 bucks...sure die of hunger weh in kl", not to mention they put one pulp of reddish reddish thing (raspberry jam. didnt know at first ) at my plate ( can hear sound "piak!") and then mix it with gravy. Basically its jam + gravy + meatballs + fries. And me being a sa kai secretly goes "aiyeeeeh so waiiii...like in army camp". But when i tasted it...nice wor ! LOL And surprisingly, i was so full that i couldnt finish the 2 remaining meat balls. So the lesson learnt is, nvr judge food by looks.  I still dont understand how 8 meat balls and french fries could make me so full though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The coffee there is nice also. You can refill it endlessy with the 'Bottomless Cup'. It's a cup where u take and they charge u more expensive for it  because u can refill it as many times as u can compared to other cups. Once again, being easily facinated and excited, the coffee maker amazed me again. U press one button and all the incredients falls into ur cup like diarhoea. Thanks to my sister for the belanja and for enlightening me that those 'reddish thingies' are raspberry jam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i went to the toilet, and i was amazed AGAIN !! The tap ! it has no knob on it to turn. Normal tap has a knob on top which let u turn and wash ur hands. this one dont have wor !! then i thought "...oh...i think is press the knob one..." *press the knob*. NO WATER WOR ! SHIT NOT PRESS ONE AR !? ( the teenager beside me was looking at me with the 'wtf is he doing' expression ) Memang memalu-fying exprerience. To safe myself from the embarrasment i pretend i received a sms and faster take my handphone to read it. Then when that teenager left...only i go examine the tap...then...only i realize. it's an automatic tap...just put ur hand underneath and water comes out. I dengan shoknya say to myself "omggg modern-nya :DDD. I just mastered the usage of a complex mechanism...happy me !" while i try not to think of what the teenager was thinking of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was walking out of the toilet and then i spotted it. The hand dryer ! its not like those hand dryer where u put ur hand underneath it and it blows hot air out. this one has a space in between and is positioned lower. then u put ur hand in the middle and suddenly the machine goes WOOOONNNGGGG and air comes out at high speed to dry ur hand. I was amazed and happy that i mastered the use of this 'modern' hand dryer. It has a sticker on it that teach you how to use it, as i was busy reading it, the guy washing hand was looking at me. I wonder why, terlalu shok kut aku. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2 and there are already so much 'adventure'. Well...i guess being optimistic is much better than condemning myself being a sa kai. But hey its a new experience ! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-1737522005827005977?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/1737522005827005977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/kl-life-part-1-bagai-kancil-masuk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1737522005827005977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1737522005827005977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/kl-life-part-1-bagai-kancil-masuk.html' title='KL Life Part 1 :Bagai kancil masuk kampung'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-4655299688450963009</id><published>2009-07-03T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:42:34.773-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J-Drama'/><title type='text'>Review : Proposal Daikakusen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5YByhiaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/pbNALvdMiQY/s1600-h/proposaldaisakusenoperationlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5YByhiaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/pbNALvdMiQY/s400/proposaldaisakusenoperationlove.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354313794755652226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Name : Proposal Daisakusen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;English Name : Operation Love ( or ProDai in short)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Genre : Comedy and Romance (more to romance)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Episodes : 11 and 1 Special Episode&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actors : Yamahisa Tomohisa and Masami Nagasawa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my first J-drama that I ever watched and the drama that got me hooked on J-dramas. If it were not for this show, I wouldn't even be watching j-dramas now or even review them. I must say, this is a very good show. It starts off slow and boring, but after episode 1, the story keeps getting good and good. I finished the whole drama in one day and I really missed it after that. I watch this drama again sometimes when I am free, and it's just a very nice drama. It also has a special episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-T0r_0_QI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0VYM1_giBQE/s1600-h/NOO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-T0r_0_QI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0VYM1_giBQE/s400/NOO.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354661015339728130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Discipline Teacher confiscate and drank his coffee milk. lol. cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What It's About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's about a pitiful guy called Ken Iwase who has a crush on a girl Yoshida Rei ( whom also feels the same for Ken). Throughout their time together, Ken never really appreciated Rei and confess his feelings for Rei. This goes on a few years, and one day Rei finally decides to ditch Ken and get married with another guy. Feel with regret and remorse Ken wishes to undo the mistakes he has done. A fairy appeared and granted Ken's wishes and let him travel back in time to undo his mistakes and change the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It has a special episode which is mainly about Eri and Tsuru. It also talk about Rei and Ken finally accepting each other after the awkward incident at the last episode.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-bM9lftDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hnGEDleA9nQ/s1600-h/DramaS_0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-bM9lftDI/AAAAAAAAAMs/hnGEDleA9nQ/s400/DramaS_0000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354669128959374386" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Personal Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ken is really an idiot. He couldn't even confess even after given a 2nd chance...and when all seems to be going really bad, he somehow makes it in time to correct the problems. Sadly, even after 10 episodes, he could never say or do something that could majorly change his future with Rei. Most of the time, the thing that changes are just Rei's complexion on the photo ( he time travels with the photo slideshow that was shown during Rei's wedding ). Like from sad to happy or crying to smiling. But despite his flaws, he is a very lovable character. Not because he is cute or because yamapi is good in his acting. But because he tries his best in all the episodes. Though he accomplishes little and even failed in some of the episodes, he gave it his best shot, and for that he earns my respect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-ePn7o-1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/uuDVznd27ZU/s1600-h/gloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-ePn7o-1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/uuDVznd27ZU/s400/gloom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354672473221167954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Photo of Rei and her fiancee. Guess who was looking while those 2 were enjoying themselves. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-eW5ufhlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R51aNNS_ulk/s1600-h/poor+pipi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-eW5ufhlI/AAAAAAAAAM8/R51aNNS_ulk/s400/poor+pipi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354672598256944722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Ken Iwase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-ePn7o-1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/uuDVznd27ZU/s1600-h/gloom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-SxjdufiI/AAAAAAAAALs/FMWRnyb05fU/s1600-h/caught.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5YByhiaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/pbNALvdMiQY/s1600-h/proposaldaisakusenoperationlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5YByhiaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/pbNALvdMiQY/s1600-h/proposaldaisakusenoperationlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5YByhiaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/pbNALvdMiQY/s1600-h/proposaldaisakusenoperationlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To be honest it's not an easy task , imagine being dump by your girlfriend and then time travel back and end up having her dump you again. Imagine that you are trying to stop the another guy from proposing to your lover, but despite the best you could do the guy proposed to her IN FRONT OF YOU AGAIN. There were a few times where he nearly gave up in his mission but in the end he didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He also has tendecy of being just in time or last minute in everything he do. Near the end of the drama, he know he was running out of time and he was failing his missions one after another. He even repeated all his mistakes and went through everything he tried to prevent from happening. Desperate. He muster his bawlz (finally) and said the 3 words, but, it was too late. The girl rejected him, walked off and left him crying. :( That episode really moved me. I found him really pathethic but at the same time I really felt for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-kEqV53OI/AAAAAAAAANM/27L83JqeqwM/s1600-h/Kenzou+Tears+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-kEqV53OI/AAAAAAAAANM/27L83JqeqwM/s400/Kenzou+Tears+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354678881959402722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 227px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Missing subtitles. But he said "I still love Rei".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As for the girl, well she is good too. The actor acted really well. One look at her during the last episode and you know Rei was having lots of emotional turmoil in her. Rei habour feelings for Ken too for a very long time. Rei is also quite a stubborn girl. In the end, instead of blaming the main char for not being doing his best, she figures that she was also wrong too. She knows Ken is shy and is really dumb when it comes to stuff dealing with emotions. Despite everything the main char does for her, she still doesn't consider it a 'confesssion'. I mean, come on, a kiss and being asked out for a date. Isn't that already quite obvious he likes you ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-pQsbDudI/AAAAAAAAANc/rHzL2LKgMDo/s1600-h/crying+maki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-pQsbDudI/AAAAAAAAANc/rHzL2LKgMDo/s400/crying+maki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354684586234460626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the end of the episode, she realizes that it wasn't Ken fault that at all, but hers ( this was only true at the end of the drama, after all the time travel) , as she was the one who gave up Ken. Ken never gave up on her. Even a day before her wedding, Ken was still trying to make her his. Despite all he has done, she still rejects him. Up until now, the story gave us the impression it was Ken's fault that it turned out this way but now the table is turned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-jMgxrE6I/AAAAAAAAANE/7lTgZDWr51U/s1600-h/Kenzou+Tears+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-o9Mz_kvI/AAAAAAAAANU/JaY2gRqj89k/s1600-h/Eri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk-o9Mz_kvI/AAAAAAAAANU/JaY2gRqj89k/s400/Eri.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354684251331597042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Rei, after coming across the wedding ring Ken bought for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This show also talks a bit on friendship. It's fun to see how  Eri, Ken, Rei, Mikio and Tsuru  spends their time together. Their conversation and the friendship is funny and yet nolstalgic. Reminds people of their school days. It's really to see that they stay together from childhood till adulthood. Though I think their friendship is kinda far from reality. Most friends doesn't stay together forever. They get a girl friend, a job and finally a family. Each live their own lifes. Growing apart is just a matter of time. Soon you will so many stuffs to think about that you won't be thinking of your friends anymore. In a sense that I do envy the friendship those 5 share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5YByhiaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/pbNALvdMiQY/s1600-h/proposaldaisakusenoperationlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5YByhiaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/pbNALvdMiQY/s1600-h/proposaldaisakusenoperationlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5YByhiaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/pbNALvdMiQY/s1600-h/proposaldaisakusenoperationlove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is a really good show. Don't let other people tell you otherwise. The first few episodes might be boring, but it gets really good after that. It's a 20 out of 10 rating for me. It's that good. It's isn't all soppy ( incase you get the idea it is from my screenshots :P) , it has comedy in it. It's a funny show but it's the romance and Ken's determination that really makes the show worth watching. I can't remember how many times I strangle my LCD monitor, shaking it up and down, and screaming "OMG JUST SAY IT KEN ! JUST SAY IT !!! SAY IT!!!"  on top of my lungs when I see how indecisive Ken can be. But as i said earlier this show is really good and the best episode, is the last episode. The screencaps for special episode is below. CONTAIN SPOILERS. so you can skip it if you are afraid of spoilers. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://img294.imageshack.us/img294/4332/pd01nt4.png" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 1550px; " /&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/8125754080748300900-4655299688450963009?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/4655299688450963009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/review-proposal-daikakusen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/4655299688450963009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/4655299688450963009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/review-proposal-daikakusen.html' title='Review : Proposal Daikakusen'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5YByhiaoI/AAAAAAAAALk/pbNALvdMiQY/s72-c/proposaldaisakusenoperationlove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-1693025396048812297</id><published>2009-07-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T11:03:41.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5DZCf59lI/AAAAAAAAALU/8CxtaUEBcvs/s1600-h/yamapi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been doing reviews this few days. Honestly, :D it's fun but at the same time, its tough.  You think its easy !? Wait till you start reviewing a film you like. You will be like sitting there..."HMMMM.....now where do I start? What words should I use. How should I describe the show..." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS EXACTLY LIKE YOUR BAHASA MELAYU AND INGGERIS ( whatever english btw) BAHAGIAN C ESSAY ! where they call you to huraikan ciri-ciri watak utama, later tempat atau nilai-nilai moral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is my want to review list &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 ) Proposal Daikakusen (drama)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 ) Eden of The East (anime)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that aside, I've been watching a few dramas with Yamashita in it (yamapi). I must admit that he has good acting skills. My sister, Julian likes yamapi too. She was like "DONT TOUCH MY YAMAPI !!!!! DONT TAINT MY IMAGE OF HIM!!!!" when I told her he got do boy boy pairing stuffs (fan service). But after a while she goes "Erm...what did he do in that boy boy pairing anyway ?" LOLOL !! What who is Yamashita you ask ? Here is his photo.  It's the only one I like, others are too 'cool' or too ' 3 cup' ( say 3 in cantonese and cup in english ) for my liking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5DZCf59lI/AAAAAAAAALU/8CxtaUEBcvs/s400/yamapi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354291104436581970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was having a chat with a japanese friend who lives in Ehime, Japan. His name is Tatsunori *something something* forgot lol. But i call him Tatsu anyway lol. He kinda very 'semangat' in his chat most the time. You can see it through his CAPS and !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : Hey you watched Code Blue ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatsu : YES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : You know, I kinda like yamapi. He is very good actor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatsu : Yeah !!! tbh i like him too !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : I want to meet him and get his autograph ! :X man if he is only my friend i will be so freaking famous XDDD Taking pictures with him, aww how cool ! XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatsu : lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : have you seen him in japan before ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatsu : lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : have u seen him before? Maybe u can go take his signature and send it to me via post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatsu : lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : so...have u seen him around before ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tatsu : lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me : ....WTH are u LOL-ing about !?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, he lol-ed all the way. I wonder why, maybe because i 'fat hou' a little back there. Anyway, i am quite surprise that their handphone uses email instead of numbers  ( or am i wrong ? ). I cant use msn to directly message his phone cause the feature is not enabled yet. so everytime i wan to tell him something, I have to open yahoo mail to sms him. =.= Vodafone....anybody heard of it ? =s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To end this post here is some random pictures i found @.@ Freaking epic if u ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5H2THNLkI/AAAAAAAAALc/G3Ri9Ghdhe8/s400/funny.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354296005159104066" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-1693025396048812297?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/1693025396048812297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1693025396048812297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1693025396048812297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-talk.html' title='Random Talk'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sk5DZCf59lI/AAAAAAAAALU/8CxtaUEBcvs/s72-c/yamapi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-9160214059063483599</id><published>2009-07-01T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T07:56:21.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J-Drama'/><title type='text'>Review : Orange Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Skt2GbO_ioI/AAAAAAAAALM/U4aCMuPiP60/s1600-h/Orange_Days_ep08.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(073180)13-44-24%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SktankxioTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eTFNQDUGGrM/s1600-h/36+orange+days+ep01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SktankxioTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eTFNQDUGGrM/s400/36+orange+days+ep01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353472217992831282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Name : Orange Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Year : 2004 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Genre : Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Episodes : 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Theme Song : Sign by Mr. Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Actors : Tsumabuki Satoshi ( as Yuuki Kai) , Shibasaki Kou ( as Hagio Sae ) , Narimiya Hiroki ( as Aida Shohei ), Shiraishi Miho ( as Akane), Eita ( as Keita)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When I saved this show from my friend's laptop, he told me its about a dumb ( as in mute and deaf...not stupid) female violinist.  I thought it will be something like 1 liter of Tears + Nodame Cantabille. I don't have very high expectation of the drama. To be honest i thought it would be a very BOOORING drama, but to my surprise it's good. What's so good about this show you ask ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sktdrm8NVoI/AAAAAAAAAKM/81jzhVytsk8/s400/200px-Orange_days_dvd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353475585828804226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 256px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What it's About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yuuki Kai is a social welfare psychology student. He is at his final year and he is in the middle of job hunting. So far he has no luck in hunting jobs. One day while he is in the campus, he came across a girl who playing the violin, and so Kai stood there listening to her violin. The girl, Hagio Sae ( unknown to Kai that time that she is deaf and mute ), held up her hand and demanded money for her performance. Having only an orange ( he stole it lol ) in his hand that time, Kai gave the orange to Sae as a payment and walks off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SktpY4LtYBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JxeV665QwlQ/s1600-h/Orange_Days_ep01.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(015693)20-41-18%5D.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SktpY4LtYBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/JxeV665QwlQ/s400/Orange_Days_ep01.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(015693)20-41-18%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353488458179239954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kai hangs out with 2 other guys, Keita and Shohei. The 3 of them, ( and later Sae and her friend, Akane) forms The Orange Society. As the story progresses all 5 of them established a strong bond of friendship with each other and they eventually became best friends. This drama talks about romance, life after college, the importance of friendship and perseverance. Life is not always simple and fun, and this drama portrays it very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It blends romance, friendship, perseverance and slice of life into one colourful combination ( not rojak ). It gives the viewer a nostalgic and warm feeling when they watch it. This drama is slow, but yet as you watches it, the story and plot slowly captures you. It isn't boring at all ( at least for me ). All 5 characters are at the turning point of their life, and each of them has a different story to tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Personal Thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Being a psychologist, Kai is good at advising and calming people down. Every time Sae is down, angry, wallowing in dirt or throwing tantrum, Kai will be there to advise her. Some of my favourite scenes are when Kai scolded Sae for being impolite and rude to her mother and when Sae opens up her heart to Kai and finally broke down into tears. He has a girlfriend whom he later broke of with due to some misunderstanding, but nevertheless, as the story progresses, he falls for Sae. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SktxsBqfF2I/AAAAAAAAALE/IuuEyMjuzVo/s400/Orange_Days_ep06.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(026303)10-00-02%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353497583234783074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Kai comforting Sae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Personally I love Sae. She is a very strong willed and stubborn woman. Despite her beautiful appearance she has some attitude problems. Ranging from smoking habit, bad temper and a vulgar personality. Lol. But really makes her shine is her perseverance. To no be able to hear and talk, its something very tough to go through (you imagine that ).  She is a musician and being unable to hear is a pretty disastrous, and yet, she didn't give up her passion for music. There were a few instances where she was very down and nearly gave up, but Kai was there for her. She communicates through sign language and she hate being treated specially ( pride )for being disabled, and when i say hate, i mean she REALLY HATES it. For example...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SktlQFRmNOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BQjRxWDerTo/s400/Orange_Days_ep02.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(031745)22-51-32%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353483909028263138" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;When called to talk about her disability on stage. She starts by writing something on board.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sktl9T4TUXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZMQYCY9z2lc/s400/Orange_Days_ep02.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(031873)22-51-36%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353484686042812786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;And ends the speech with a finger. Epic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This story focusses a lot on Sae. The most inspiring part is she taking up music again even after going through countless pains and dissapointment. Overcoming obstacles one and another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As for other characters, Shuhei is also very special to me. He is a cool looking student and also a playboy. Sleep around. Figures. He works for a photographer ( has a passion for photography) and he has somekind of scandal with the model he is working with. But the truth is he is just a poor student and he has a younger sister at home which he greatly cares for. He later falls in love with Akane and it's interesting to see how he changes from a playboy to a better guy for Akane's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SktoVPdwqmI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6EBnX7usCZw/s400/Orange_Days_ep04.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(015306)13-43-01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353487296197864034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Shohei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And there is Akane, Sae's best friend. She is very loyal to Sae. Even going to the extent of learning sign language to communicate with her best friend. She later falls for Shohei despite his playboy-ish attitude. She is pretty witty, as she is able to leave Shohei speechless everytime he tries to tease her. Not to mention that she is ALWAYS the one who catches Shohei flirting, kissing, necking...yaba yaba with girls ( AKA tangkap basah ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sktxr7E81FI/AAAAAAAAAK8/H5YsGwcvr2I/s1600-h/Orange_Days_ep06.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(068483)10-38-59%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sktxr7E81FI/AAAAAAAAAK8/H5YsGwcvr2I/s400/Orange_Days_ep06.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(068483)10-38-59%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353497581466735698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Akane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Finally there is Keita. But seriously, I couldn't relate to this character. Neither am I interested in his story. But to be fair, lol, he is a cheerful and romantic boy. Writing poems and what not to Akane whom he had a crush on early of the episode. There isn't much story about him in the drama lol, so i guess it can't be helped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In conclusion this is a superb show. I find it hard to review this show as it is 'slice of life' type of show. Some might find it nice and some might find it boring, but to me its a very nice show. Words can't do much justice on how good this show is. You must watch it to really appreciate it. Very few dramas could touch someone's heart with the abscence of speech as this show is usually narrated through sign language ( with subtitles of course to help you understand what they are speaking ). As for the rating, you rate it after watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Skt2GbO_ioI/AAAAAAAAALM/U4aCMuPiP60/s1600-h/Orange_Days_ep08.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(073180)13-44-24%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Skt2GbO_ioI/AAAAAAAAALM/U4aCMuPiP60/s400/Orange_Days_ep08.%5BRAW%5D.ITA_by_Gippy%5B(073180)13-44-24%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353502434821900930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 230px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8125754080748300900-9160214059063483599?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/9160214059063483599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/review-orange-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/9160214059063483599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/9160214059063483599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/07/review-orange-days.html' title='Review : Orange Days'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SktankxioTI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eTFNQDUGGrM/s72-c/36+orange+days+ep01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-5090382508494077093</id><published>2009-07-01T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:04:44.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J-Drama'/><title type='text'>Review : Nobuta wo Produce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sko8bCrTAkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9SjilRDQqzc/s400/275px-Nobutawoproduce.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 119px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353157542355862082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Name : Nobuto wo Produce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;English Title : Makeover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Year : 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Genre : School life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Episodes : 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Theme song : Seishun Amigo by Shuji to Akira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Actors : Kamenashi Kazuya,  Horikita Maki  (cutieeee =3) , Yamashita Tomohisa ( yamapi ! &lt;3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This show has won lots of award. According to wiki it has won like 6 awards for the 47th Television Drama Academy Awards. In this show my favourite actor, YAMAPI XD won the 2006 1oth Nikkan Sports Drama Awards as the best actor ! Now pretty faces aside, sure, the actors all looks pretty. But is it really a good show ? Lets take a peek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SkpJ2Ns_ilI/AAAAAAAAAJA/4ZJWBOtzDCs/s400/nobuta-wo-produce-36136.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353172302823393874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;What it's All About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As the english name suggest, its about makeovers. The main cast of the show, Kiritani Shuji (acted by kame), is the most popular boy in the school. To him life is a game. By maintaning his 'cool' he can get through his school life without any problem, or so he thought. In another words, he is 'fake' not really behaving naturally. Then there is this boy, Kusano Akira (yamapi), he is a very carefree and cheerful guy. He seems to be very high all the time. Always laughing his head off and doing weird and funny antics. Though he is not as popular as Shuji. And then  there is Kotani Nobuko/Nobuta by Maki. She is a seriously depress girl who always look at life negatively. She is always bullied and look down. Not to mention she looks like some one in The Ring when i first saw her. Creeepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SkpnPCksnPI/AAAAAAAAAJU/fZeW61pyDT4/s400/Nobuta+wo+Produce+01+(216).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353204615169744114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Nobuta (Yikes ! But she is actually very pretty !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The story is about this 2 guys trying to change Nobuta into someone popular. So that she will no longer be bullied and look down upon. The story is told from Shuji's point of view. As the story develops, he changes his view on life as he and Kusano changes Nobuta. This is a story about 3 friends impacting each other's life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Personal Thoughts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Seriously this is a good show.  All the actors acted the role well. Kame acted his role as a popular kid in school, and yes, he did it well. He reminds me of my school days where in a group of boys, there will be one who is particulary 'cool' and has his say. And in those circles of friends there will usually be jargons that are only understandeble by those who are in their circle. And yeah you get tonnes of those jargons when you watch the show. Through him, you can see the life of a 'popular' kid. True its fun to get all the attention but it is also stressful at the same time to always try to be 'perfect' and acceptable in the eyes of other students. As the story progress his view on popularity changes and he strives to behave more like himself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SkpmqnBEjWI/AAAAAAAAAJM/9P5oYjD96bg/s400/Nobuta+wo+Produce+01+(11).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353203989297270114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:10px;"&gt;Kiritani Shuji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Kusano Akira, oh man...how i like him. He is the joker of the entire show. The show will be very boring without him. You naturally smile when you see his funny and stupid moves. He is a very enjoyable character. In fact some of his enthuasism has rub of onto me. lol. Most of his role in order dramas are usually very serious, gloom/dark and quiet. Its good to see that he could act as a funnier and 'brighter' role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SkpoRVTyxrI/AAAAAAAAAJc/EMSySYQFMR4/s400/Nobuta+wo+Produce+01+(646).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353205754070484658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;Kusano Akira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And as for Nobuta, she is quite a cutie, but in this show she was able act as a freaky and emo girl. She rarely smiles and when she does smile, it looks like she is smirking or having a stomach ache. As the story progresses she changes into a more confident girl. Ugly Betty anyone ? Only that this Betty is very emo-ish and very suicidal. Lol. NOBUTA POWER !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Skpt_B5QgNI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/red3QIcC9rI/s400/nobuta44dp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353212036691034322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Nobuta (seriously)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As for the side kicks, the teachers especially, are quite funny themselves. The vice principal is a ninja who jumps from roof to roof to reach school because of 'traffic jam'. She is very supertitious and she laughs like a hag lmao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Conclusion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's a shame that this drama ends at episode 10. To be honest, i couldn't get enough from the trio. I really wished it was longer. I just like how those 3 have become a part of me. Since the story is told from Akira's point of view, it helps you understand each character more and helps you to appreciate the story.  It's a warm and nice drama which focuses on friendship. I would give this drama a 10.o out of 10.0. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SkptrlVdHSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/d8h6yN358Qs/s400/6a00cd973bdccf4cd500e398d1aeed0005-320pi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353211702607158562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Told you she is cute !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:7;color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8125754080748300900-5090382508494077093?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/5090382508494077093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/06/review-nobuta-wo-produce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5090382508494077093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5090382508494077093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/06/review-nobuta-wo-produce.html' title='Review : Nobuta wo Produce'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/Sko8bCrTAkI/AAAAAAAAAIw/9SjilRDQqzc/s72-c/275px-Nobutawoproduce.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-38116876280655422</id><published>2009-07-01T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T10:50:18.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand Writting Analysis !?</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt; 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But it somehow describes me well...So it works !? 0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;View Report&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Welcome Vincent Chin, here is your handwriting analysis. &lt;p&gt;Vincent is moderately outgoing. His emotions are stirred by sympathy and heart rendering stories. In fact, he can be kind, friendly, affectionate and considerate of others. He has the ability to put himself into the other person's shoes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vincent will be somewhat moody, with highs and lows. Sometimes he will be happy, the next day he might be sad. He has the unique ability to get along equally well with what psychology calls introverts and extroverts. This is because he is in between. Psychology calls Vincent an ambivert. He understands the needs of both types. Although they get along, he will not tolerate anyone that is too "far out." He doesn't sway too far one way or the other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;When convincing him to buy a product or an idea, a heart rendering story could mean a great deal to him. He puts himself in the same situation as the person in the story, yet he will not buy anything that seems overly impractical or illogical. Vincent is an expressive person. He outwardly shows his emotions. He may even show traces of tears when hearing a sad story.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vincent is a "middle-of-the-roader," politically as well as logically. He weighs both sides of an issue, sits on the fence, and then will decide when he finally has to. He basically doesn't relate to any far out ideas and usually won't go to the extreme on any issue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;People that write their letters in an average height and average size are moderate in their ability to interact socially. According to the data input, Vincent doesn't write too large or too small, indicating a balanced ability to be social and interact with others. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vincent will demand respect and will expect others to treat him with honor and dignity. Vincent believes in his ideas and will expect other people to also respect them. He has a lot of pride.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vincent is secretive. He has secrets which he does not wish to share with others. He intentionally conceals things about himself. He has a private side that he intends to keep that way, especially concerning certain events in his past.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vincent can be defiant. He sometimes has the attitude that if someone doesn't like it the way he is doing it, then they can just "go to hell!" This trait may reveal itself in a rebellious nature that is always ready to resist forces which he thinks are infringing upon his freedom of action.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vincent has an over-awareness of self. He often feels self-conscious. He fears ridicule, therefore he is careful not to place himself in a position to receive any ridicule. He wonders what people will think if he acts in a certain manner. When encountering a new group of people, Vincent may stay on the sidelines until he has the people categorized, or he may behave in a "positive attention getting" manner to assure people think good thoughts about him from the start.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the sales profession, this self-consciousness is called "call reluctance". They take the word "no" as a personal criticism. Therefore, there is an internal struggle when performing this type of work. Although this person may be a great salesperson, he still feels insecurity. He will perform better if someone else is with him because the fear of ridicule from his peers is far greater than the fear of ridicule from his clients. Many times this type of person becomes a sales trainer, because when he is training, he doesn't have to put hisself in a position of being told "no" as often as the salesmen do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In reference to Vincent's mental abilities, he has a very investigating and creating mind. He investigates projects rapidly because he is curious about many things. He gets involved in many projects that seem good at the beginning, but he soon must slow down and look at all the angles. He probably gets too many things going at once. When Vincent slows down, then he becomes more creative than before. Since it takes time to be creative, he must slow down to do it. He then decides what projects he has time to finish. Thus he finishes at a slower pace than when he started the project.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He has the best of two kinds of minds. One is the quick investigating mind. The other is the creative mind. His mind thinks quick and rapidly in the investigative mode. He can learn quicker, investigate more, and think faster. Vincent can then switch into his low gear. When he is in the slower mode, he can be creative, remember longer and stack facts in a logical manner. He is more logical this way and can climb mental mountains with a much better grip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vincent is a practical person whose goals are planned, practical, and down to earth. This is typical of people with normal healthy self-esteem. He needs to visualize the end of a project before he starts. he finds joy in anticipation and planning. Notice that I said he plans everything he is going to do, that doesn't necessarily mean things go as planned. Vincent basically feels good about himself. He has a positive self-esteem which contributes to his success. He feels he has the ability to achieve anything he sets his mind to. However, he sets his goals using practicality-- not too "out of reach". He has enough self-confidence to leave a bad situation, yet, he will not take great risks, as they relate to his goals. A good esteem is one key to a happy life. Although there is room for improvement in the confidence catagery, his self-perception is better than average.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vincent is sarcastic. This is a defense mechanism designed to protect his ego when he feels hurt. He pokes people harder than he gets poked. These sarcastic remarks can be very funny. They can also be harsh, bitter, and caustic at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Vincent exaggerates about everything that has a physical nature. Although he may not intend to deceive or mislead, he blows things way out of proportion because that is the way he views them. He will be a good story teller. This exaggeration relates to all areas of his material world. Vincent allows many people into his life because he is accepting and trusting. He is sometimes called gullible by his friends. That only really means that he trusts too many people. Vincent has a vivid imagination.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For a graphologist, the spacing on the page reflects the writer's attitude toward their own world and relationship to things in his or her own space. If the inputted data was correct Vincent has no white space or margins on a typical sheet of paper. Vincent fills up every last inch on the top, right, left, and bottom. Hmmm. If this is true, then Vincent has a very aggressive personality toward others and quite frankly lacks a bit of respect for the space and property of other people. I would be surprised if Vincent just comes into someone's home and helps himself to a drink in the refrigerator. This can be both an obnoxious personality trait and it can be assertive and effective in getting what you want. There isn't much fear of getting in trouble here, Vincent finds plenty of reasons to break the rules and get in trouble. (Okay, perhaps when he was younger, not anymore?) 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Not that I am so busy that i have no time to post. Just that things have been going quite slow. And yaaaay I change my blog template ! I accidently deleted all my widgets while changing to the new template...and i forgot to save my recent one...=.= memang bodoh indeed. Have to put every link and widgets back. Go mene ! If there are some missing blog links that are supposed to be there but ain't there ! I wonder if there are anymore people reading this lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging was always in my "If only i have more time" list...which in truth even if i have all the time in the world, laziness sometimes take over. XD Well I will cont blogging now that i have the TIMEEE. Since I am watching J-dramas nowadays, maybe i can review them in this blog. Put some gambar leng lui and leng chai so people come and read. Eh not bad ah idea ? Gotta go out a bit and take some photo too. My camera lying down there collecting dust.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna gather some materials and pics for the next post. Until then ! Ja ne ! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This post is basically about me being 'shiok sendiri'...not much to read here FOR NOW at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;EDITTED : Alamak memang bodoh lar. Terguna wrong template pulak gyaaah !! Now nav bar sudah hilang and got wordpress functions. Nvm lar dont care later only fix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-8564369364261108197?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/8564369364261108197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/06/anybody-still-reading-this-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/8564369364261108197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/8564369364261108197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/06/anybody-still-reading-this-lol.html' title='Anybody still reading this ? lol'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-3909018232778835495</id><published>2009-05-20T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:13:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What'cha doing dude ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fat Mou lor. Want ask some more ? But ler i lazy find job ler LOL. Chill first lar XDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;So what do you do when you are bored ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_9yqjbM8BwLo/ShTKkjvhxBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Q4HB7Cv1860/s1600-h/072f9137946e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/ShTKkjvhxBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Q4HB7Cv1860/s400/072f9137946e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338114187759567890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/ShTKzX2C4cI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cJLvqkmgU6M/s1600-h/db37e5cc76ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/ShTKzX2C4cI/AAAAAAAAAIY/cJLvqkmgU6M/s400/db37e5cc76ef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338114442263716290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Remnant =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Listening to any new songs ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Not exactly new...but worth a mention =P. Here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qWi7d6xsFSQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qWi7d6xsFSQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tqh2NNn8ARk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tqh2NNn8ARk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tsukiko Amano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;She is a very talented singer. Writing her own songs and designing her own costumes. Quite beautiful. Her music is haunting and her voice is clear. Not to mention her music is addictive too. But too bad she is retiring after her album Zero. Do check her out. Notable music is Koe, Utakata, Chou, Ryuu, Zero no Chouritsu and Bodaijiu.  Well for me at least =P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-3909018232778835495?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/3909018232778835495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/05/whatcha-doing-dude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3909018232778835495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3909018232778835495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/05/whatcha-doing-dude.html' title='What&apos;cha doing dude ?'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/ShTKkjvhxBI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Q4HB7Cv1860/s72-c/072f9137946e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-5907195654548275678</id><published>2009-05-20T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:25:09.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grim Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Been a while since i last updated...why so grim you ask ? Well one thing at a time, my church pastor entered hospital. w00t w00t. Complained about migraine and vormitted and was absent for church. w00t. For a pastor to be absent from church is...well not normal lol. Most of us thought he was having food poisoning. Maybe he ate a stale burger or the expire dutch lady milk from the fridge yadda yadda. but turns out it wasn't food poisoning at all. it was high blood pressure. On Monday he collapsed during dinner with his wife. damn gun cheong. i was like slaying a very big dragon (virtually of course) when sms came that pastor collapsed. Its stroke...the number 1 killer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Pastor has aneurysm. For those that tak tau what is aneurysm...and no it is not a kind old man disease or a weird fetish. Aneurysm is burst of the artery in the brain. Causing internal bleeding in the brain. Very fatal and is the number one killer. I seen lots of Christians i know that was stroked down by stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And then from there it was like the last battle between good and evil in fictional movies. Church members feel it heavily it was a spiritual battle...as pastor is going to Cambodia. Auntie saw visions of buddha ( cambodia &lt;-&gt; buddha, understand ? ) and because pastor lack of the covering of protection, ( since most of us have the, tbh me too sometimes lol. "Aiyah he pastor he will be fine lar ! I don't pray got others pray for him mar!").  it was a very critical moment as he goes for surgery. The risk was so high. The chances are so slim but thankfully God is great and faithful. That night while i was praying i got Exodus 15.26. Till now i still remember it and declare it promises. Somehow its stuck dead on my memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;But this is really a wake up call for us Christians. How long more are u sleeping ? Pastors are been attacked. My friend's father, a pastor pass away from stroke. Some FGA pastor was in coma (or so i heard), and Pastor Dian was nearly flatten by the lorry while he is on the way to our church. It's time for Christians to wake up from deep slumber and take a stand against Satan and gang. Pastors stand the front line in war. If nobody support the front liners then prolly nobody EVER will. so its time to start to pray for your pastors too ! Strike the shepherd and scatter the sheep. Its time show Satan if he thinks he can scatter us by striking pastor then he is SOOO wrong. Cause it will only make us more united. Its high time he get his and his lackey's asses of the church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-5907195654548275678?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/5907195654548275678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/05/grim-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5907195654548275678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5907195654548275678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/05/grim-update.html' title='Grim Update'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-3923515889316918764</id><published>2009-03-16T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:43:36.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Will Never Walk Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Hehe surprise by the new look of my blog ? =D Yeah a lot happened...and I am persevering. Still a little hurt but yeah trying to get over it.  And would like to thank God for being the all the time. As i was typing this post...this song came into my mind..."You Will Never Walk Alone". So this is the lyrics. =D  Gonna change my blog's skin again after everything is over. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;YOU WILL NEVER WALK ALONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.lyricsplugin.com/winamp03/javascript/plugin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="artist"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Point of Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Along life's road&lt;br /&gt;There will be sunshine and rain&lt;br /&gt;Roses and thorns,  laughter and pain&lt;br /&gt;And 'cross the miles&lt;br /&gt;You will face mountains so  steep&lt;br /&gt;Deserts so long and valleys so deep&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the Journey's  gentle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cold winds blow&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to remember&lt;br /&gt;I want  you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;As long as you have  faith&lt;br /&gt;Jesus will be right beside you all the way&lt;br /&gt;And you may feel you're  far from home&lt;br /&gt;But home is where He is&lt;br /&gt;And He'll be there down every  road&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path will wind&lt;br /&gt;And you will find  wonders and fears&lt;br /&gt;Labors of love and a few falling tears&lt;br /&gt;Across the  years&lt;br /&gt;There will be some twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes to make and lessons to  learn&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the journey's gentle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cold winds blow&lt;br /&gt;But  I want you to remember wherever you may go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus knows your joy, Jesus knows your need&lt;br /&gt;He will go the distance  with you faithfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-3923515889316918764?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/3923515889316918764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-will-never-walk-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3923515889316918764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3923515889316918764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-will-never-walk-alone.html' title='You Will Never Walk Alone'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7430137278525435398</id><published>2009-02-19T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:23:26.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Most Emo Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Hehe...a little sad now. So thought of blogging to release the frustration. First thing first, i just go to know a friend of mine dropped out of college. He is working part time at the car shop now. Known him since primary. Wonder what went wrong...he always love art. When he entered One U i was very certain he will succeed in his studies. After going to KL he got himself a girlfriend. I used to nag him once in a while, but ever since he has a GF I thought he finally had someone to look after him so I start to 'ignore' him a bit. Talk to him once in a while and he was always say he is doing fine...besides the common 'assignment piling up and exams' complaints. So what went wrong ? Sigh...it is kinda sad to see a friend you know for LONG time to suddenly you know...stopped studying and work part time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Secondly, I am little bit worried...after my final sem next year...I will go KL. With my diploma, I will be joining APIIT students at the 2nd year of their studies...I might start to sound like a  wuss now, but, I am worried whether I am able to mix in there. And my house...where and who am I gonna stay...? I am the only student from KTAR from my group who is going to APIIT(checked)...When I asked them about APIIT they give the usual response "WHAT ARMPIT !? You mean you are going to college which specializes in armpits ?" I am glad Wai Hong and Jia found a group to stay with and go KL with ( basically whole happy family )...but I am not that lucky...I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I thought i heard Eric say he will stay with me but now he found friends to stay with...so he is staying with them next month. I must have heard it wrongly...It wasn't that bad at first cause i thought he will stay with me...at least i have someone to look for when I am in trouble or anything...I don't want cause him trouble either...since I am in Bukit Jalil and he is studies in HELP...how will he attend meetings and how will he meet up with his GF ? I know some people are gonna say " SEE ! I told you de lar ! Not to be so 'tin chan' (trusting)...He will stay with you mer. Soh zai lar you." and i would probably reply with "erm...guess so...yalor. Haha..." when they see this.  Of course...I don't wanna quote big bro too...so it is ok...since it might really be ME jumping into conclusions and misunderstanding since i do so most of the time. So it is alright...I guess...=) My sisters did call me to stay with my cousins (not really close...maybe close to my sisters but not to me) at Bukit OUG while I look for a place to stay...sigh...it already sound so troublesome now...lol. Am I going to be a freeloader again ? sigh...I really don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I most probably be doing part time degree too...both my sister does part time too...so I most probably will do it too...it sucks...to do part time when you are studying...no time for myself and I knows how it felt like. I don't really want part time degree...but i don't think i have a choice...I don't mind working, but...not the type where i am 'fixed' to work all the time when i have no classes...I want to work at my own volition...not too mention I have to study for a longer period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I am trying to compare myself who is in a much more worst case scenario than me...to make myself feel better XD I guess i should start to get more independent. Sis did told me to spend so much money...well I am trying. "You will be a semi-adult when you get to KL...so don't be expect to be spoonfed." Yeah I know...I am trying. Geez...you think I feel good for being like a comatose patient? I don't feel good too now to take money from my family members. Yeah mum told me not to be shy to ask her for money when i am broke...but yeah i couldn't ask her. =p Don't even feel like visiting my sisters anymore...feel like a freeloader everytime I do so. And when I tries to help I screw up things. Don't even want to go anymore...yeah very emo now...since I pissed of big bro a big time when i emo to him and end up quarreling...so I guess it will be safe if I blog it here ( he never reads my blog anyway =p LOL). It really sucks when it feels like nobody cares and understand you...GEE I think I am having the so called 'Teenage Angst' now...and I blame it on all time KH2 emo boy Roxas for it. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So lets sign off with verse..."Don't worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself."...though it is very obvious that I am not applying what the verse is saying. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-7430137278525435398?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7430137278525435398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-most-emo-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7430137278525435398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7430137278525435398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-most-emo-post.html' title='My Most Emo Post'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7446764264293061841</id><published>2009-02-17T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T03:27:14.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful on road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SZqa4OscMzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TmvrG_iJyV8/s1600-h/32900__448x_tragedy-duck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SZqa4OscMzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TmvrG_iJyV8/s400/32900__448x_tragedy-duck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303721801990026034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Yeah...they fell down. Life sucks sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;See how dangerous it is while you are crossing the road ? This is just a random update...nothing much. But anyway, i just got back from Klang...Setia Alam to be specific. Damn sien. But I did get some nice shows...Proposal Daikusen and Rebuild of Evangelion =) On my way to get Zettai Kareshi ( Absolute Boyfriend =D). That is all for now ! More updates later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-7446764264293061841?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7446764264293061841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-careful-on-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7446764264293061841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7446764264293061841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/02/be-careful-on-road.html' title='Be careful on road'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SZqa4OscMzI/AAAAAAAAAHs/TmvrG_iJyV8/s72-c/32900__448x_tragedy-duck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-8246268570186166179</id><published>2009-01-10T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T07:56:34.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I lvled and changed my proffesion to 'Uncle'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;I got a baby niece !! XD It is a baby girl...born on 9th of January 2009. This awesome gal's name is Abigail. I was sleeping  like a dead log when I was awakened by my pee-ing sms noise. My father sent me a sms apparently. I was surprise...I didn't knew he can send a message with sms LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"Yr sis n bb fine call n cong them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What is cong btw ? No idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Officially an uncle now. I don't really like being called 'Uncle' by underage 'tau theng' and 'tau keis'. But this time it is different. :D I am not mad about the fact that i was 'leveled' to the UNCLE LVL because i got a baby niece in return. Though i do wonder 16 years down the road how she would look like ? Will she look like a model or a nerd ? Will she have short or long hair ? Will she behave like a tomboy  (CHOI !) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I still remember my sis telling me that the baby might pop out of her belly and end up ending with a kukuciao and she hasn't prepare a male name. Then we suggested some names...Checil, Seyren, Harward...etc. Notice most of the names are found in Bio Lab LOL. I asked my sis wether there is a chance that the baby might end up as a bishie (beautiful boy) if it is a boy. She said that the chances of that happening is pretty slim cause there is no bishie genes in the family...though the baby boy might inherit the father's 'beard pulling' bad habit.&lt;/span&gt;&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/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SWjCEflRPsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0QM9ILPexek/s1600-h/3184101823_9c03242908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SWjCEflRPsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0QM9ILPexek/s400/3184101823_9c03242908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691144799731394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;No. She is not a malay. Just that the room lighting is poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;THOUGH I AM PRETTY DARN SURE SHE WILL BE A GOOD ARTIST AND A GAMER. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Of course as Abigail's uncle i wish her the best in life. I won't be offering her gold, myrrh and frankincense as gift anytime soon though. XD Here is Abby's 2 day old photo. XD For some reason, I feeling all mushy inside. T_T I wonder if I should go to the nearest bookstore and grab a "How to be an Uncle for Dummies" book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SWjCoCB9VJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qqqpVlO5R1Q/s1600-h/3184896098_5048499b74.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SWjCoCB9VJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/qqqpVlO5R1Q/s400/3184896098_5048499b74.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289691755342288018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;God bless baby Abby ! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-8246268570186166179?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/8246268570186166179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-abby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/8246268570186166179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/8246268570186166179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-abby.html' title='I lvled and changed my proffesion to &apos;Uncle&apos;'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SWjCEflRPsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/0QM9ILPexek/s72-c/3184101823_9c03242908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-6859224930341485617</id><published>2009-01-08T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:33:40.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.lyricsplugin.com/winamp03/javascript/plugin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="title"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A good song...seriously, how many people can do what Jesus did for us ? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;How Many Kings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" id="artist"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Downhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);" id="lyrics"&gt;Follow the star to a place unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe, after  all we've projected&lt;br /&gt;A child in a manger?&lt;br /&gt;Lowly and small, the weakest of  all&lt;br /&gt;Unlikeliest hero, wrapped in his mother's shawl -&lt;br /&gt;Just a child&lt;br /&gt;Is  this who we've waited for? 'cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;How many kings step down  from their thrones?&lt;br /&gt;How many lords have abandoned their homes?&lt;br /&gt;How many  greats have become the least for me?&lt;br /&gt;And how many gods have poured out their  hearts&lt;br /&gt;To romance a world that is torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;How many fathers gave up  their sons for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bringing our gifts for the newborn Savior&lt;br /&gt;All that  we have, whether costly or meek&lt;br /&gt;Because we believe&lt;br /&gt;Gold for his honor, and  frankincense for his pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And myrrh for the cross he will suffer&lt;br /&gt;Do  you believe?&lt;br /&gt;Is this who we've waited for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Only one did  that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for me, all for you&lt;br /&gt;All for me, all for  you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Only one did that for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-6859224930341485617?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/6859224930341485617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-many-kings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6859224930341485617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6859224930341485617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-many-kings.html' title='How Many Kings'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7265230335974614351</id><published>2009-01-03T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:52:30.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiew Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV-IlNK5ApI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RmG_bPeTg3c/s1600-h/DSC03152a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV-IlNK5ApI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RmG_bPeTg3c/s400/DSC03152a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287094660328129170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I found this while I was surfing the net the other day. Imagine marrying into this family and the neighbors greeting u with "hi madam tiew-lei hou ma?" =p or when people ask for about your mother's condition..."tiew, nia ma hou ma ? Seriously I wonder how their kids cope with the name-calling in school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-7265230335974614351?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7265230335974614351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiew-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7265230335974614351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7265230335974614351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/01/tiew-brothers.html' title='The Tiew Brothers'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV-IlNK5ApI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RmG_bPeTg3c/s72-c/DSC03152a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-4405802326962958635</id><published>2009-01-02T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:52:47.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Wow...seriously....it has been an incredibly hectic phase for me since my last update...for those who are curious...lots of things happened....let me just summarized what I did and what I am planning to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;What I Did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4uzVuXZPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SGllIcnQkjA/s1600-h/screenZohar092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4uzVuXZPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SGllIcnQkjA/s400/screenZohar092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286714472119362802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4vOMQ5GVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lJih_2GZWWw/s1600-h/screenZohar091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4vOMQ5GVI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lJih_2GZWWw/s400/screenZohar091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286714933436291410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4wXD0J5OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EfxlJ44Jn_c/s1600-h/screenZohar024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4wXD0J5OI/AAAAAAAAAG8/EfxlJ44Jn_c/s400/screenZohar024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286716185298724066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I got to know a few online friends while i was playing RO. They are a funny bunch. Haha. Thx you guys for everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What I did recently for 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;non stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4xP2c3OKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vh9EOJWMHT8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4xP2c3OKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vh9EOJWMHT8/s400/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286717160963913890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s These comments written by droplets of blood from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Planning to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4yqqJErqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nmEHeqXcJX4/s1600-h/2008_02_26_21_17_55_32554_0_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4yqqJErqI/AAAAAAAAAHM/nmEHeqXcJX4/s400/2008_02_26_21_17_55_32554_0_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286718721027780258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4xP2c3OKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Vh9EOJWMHT8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p/s i know how addictive it is...so don't flame me. Only start during sem break =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As for new year and christmas...it is kinda boring these year. Bro and co clubbing during christmas. Gramps admitted and I was short on money that day. Don't want hutang bro lor...=P so no join...and I got emo on new year...e'nuf said. LOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; And bro became friendlier to me...I am happy XD...hope he won't revert to his ' "I am busy" sms replies' form. Not that i blame him...but it kinda sucks sometimes. But he is really sweet when he is being uber considerate and frenly than his usual, 'You like lar' form. XD LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Gosh...I am making him sound like Sora from KH 2 with all the forms LOL !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Anyway, Happy New Year to all my frens and a belated Blessed Christmas. Wait...my new year wish is belated too right ? 0.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-4405802326962958635?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/4405802326962958635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/4405802326962958635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/4405802326962958635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow.html' title='Summary'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SV4uzVuXZPI/AAAAAAAAAGs/SGllIcnQkjA/s72-c/screenZohar092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-5860646501824595232</id><published>2008-10-26T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T08:24:03.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Aching Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I am going through those moody periods again...Xing Ju calls it PMS without blood and other calls it emo. Where have all my friends gone to ? I tend to worry a lot. Thinking of the future and what not...trying to be in control of everything so that everything will happen as planned...and when thinks fails miserably i get very upset and insecure...sigh. And when that happens and friends not around, i sing Que Sera Sera to comfort myself. LOL here is the lyrics XD. Very old song i know LOL ! but i like Vonda Shepard's version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que Sera Sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When I was just a little girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked my mother what will I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Will I be pretty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Will I be rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's what she said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever will be will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The future's not ours to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When I was just a child in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked my teacher what should I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Should I paint pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Should I sing songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This was her wise reply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever will be will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The future's not ours to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When I grew up and fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Will there be rainbows day after day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's what my sweetheart said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Whatever will be will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The future's not ours to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que sera sera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;What will be, will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Que sera sera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-5860646501824595232?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/5860646501824595232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/10/aching-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5860646501824595232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5860646501824595232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/10/aching-heart.html' title='An Aching Heart'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-3912325965706530443</id><published>2008-10-20T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T08:47:40.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same Now, Then and Tomorow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;XD guest what ? It was 19th of October yesterday. It was my birthday !! XD Honestly I thought that i will celebrating with myself this year since everybody was on 'cold-shoulder mood' for the past few days...especially the youth, bro and my room mate wai hong...though i did smell something fishy about the sudden change of mood and atmosphere. I was wondering if they were planning a surprise party for me...but then i shove of the thought thinking that i am hoping for too much. Bro was kinda nasty though. Not only did he act a little bit mean to me but he didnt even tell me that he is coming back to ipoh ! /pif (RO emoticon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;And there i was going to youth feeling a little bit off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"walao they really dont know today is my birthday ar? T_T"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i thought and i felt like shouting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"SMLJLJP ! TODAY MY BIRTHDAY AR !! I JUST FAILED A SUBJECT SO STOP TALKING ABOUT STUDIES ALREADY LAR !!! MCBBBB... ".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;LMAO just joking lar.  There is no way say such vulgar things in rl...XD Some of the youth that ussually have the 'tidak-apa' attitude suddenly start asking "Eric got come back ar ?" I was still a little bit angry with big bro that time cause he no reply sms...so i went "Dunno eh...u go ask him lar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Join auntie reb for dinner before my father called me and asked me when i am going home...WHICH WAS A HUGE SURPRISE ( is he in the 'COLD SHOULDER KWONG YEW' plan too ? something is fishy..)...so there i was emo-ing as i make myself home after excusing myself from dinner...still no sms from friends...HAIZ...then i send a "...T_T" sms to big bro and he finally replied me with a ":-( "...well at least he is understand what i am trying to tell him...so i tar kei for a while to kill time while waiting for the clock to strike 12am...damn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i sound like some birthday-desperado. I was thinking of buying a muffin and stick a candle into it and sing depressing birthday-to-me-songs like those anime scene where you usually laught at if nobody wish me at 12...then suddenly at 11.20 got water dripping sound(hp message tone) ! and i thought "no bad...11.20 got people start wishing dy"...or so i thought...when i look at the message, i was distraught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hi Vincent...Penny here...can fetch me back kampar tomorow?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;False alarm. I was like "DENGGGGG"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It was 11.45 when jia called. False alarm again ? Not a chance. This time it is for real but a little bit fishy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Hey Kwong Yew ! Where are you now ? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Home lorrr..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just wanna wish you happy birthday now cause i will be very busy later. Happy Birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh thx !!! XD" (seriously i was wondering what the heck he is so busy with to the point of not be able to even to ring up a fren to wish him a happy birthday? pcc perhaps ? XD")&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It was 11.50 and I thought that i have broken the record of my life by having only one fren wishing me 'Happy Birthday' during my special day T_T. I was looking at my mini pincher and was planning to teach her how to talk hoping that she can wish and sing for me for my next birthday when she suddenly jumps off her sofa and ran to the door and start barking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Then somebody open my metal gate outside of house...i was like "hah a visitor at 12 ? wah...i am not going to get robbed during my birthday am I...? OMG a burglar with a cake !!! (joking =p)" Then see see it is Big Bro ( with the cake and candle T_T), Jia Hsin(holding my birthday gift), Auntie Reb, Wai Hong (doing monkey face), Calisa, Sze Yan, Khat and Ee Ren. OMGGGGG!!! I was soooo stunned that I dont know what expression to give. But truthfully i was very very happy...soo happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Then they start singing birthday song outside...now the whole neighbourhood knows my birthday now XD but wat touch me the most is the person holding the cake...i dont know wether he came back to ipoh or not...and i was still hoping that he will reply my message by telling me he is coming back or not and i was a little bit angry cos he is mean...when i see him holding the cake...i was very happy and touched. Really felt like hugging him but so many people there...XP so i gave it a second thought. Threw my dog into the room. Penny and Xing Ju also wish me too when the clock struck 12...XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SPyk67N_dDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YgRfnL_srhc/s1600-h/P1000573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SPyk67N_dDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YgRfnL_srhc/s400/P1000573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259259797097641010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;During my birthday...i made a wish. When auntie reb call me make wish...so many wishes came into my mind...girlfriend ( nah...expensive and ma fan), studies (nah...just be more hardworking. not worth wasting a wish), more friends? ( nah...quality over quantity)...etc and then i finally made a wish..."I wish that everybody that i ever cared for...my family members, big bro, my good frens and the same old me will be here in this room again next year to celebrate and everything now remains the same for...(er how long ar ? i actually stop and i wondered...)...er forever kuar..." then i blew the candle...i do admit that i am being greedy by saying 2 wishes at once =P. The cake was delicious. XD it is a mud cake XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SPyhl6DlxCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EH6GX3ckigc/s1600-h/P1000575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SPyhl6DlxCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/EH6GX3ckigc/s400/P1000575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259256137473442850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And this is the gift that kor kor and seem yee brought for me T_T....thanks....it fits me a little though i think it is quite exagerated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SPyl9gH1N0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/W_DuDG-bHlI/s1600-h/P1000583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SPyl9gH1N0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/W_DuDG-bHlI/s400/P1000583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259260940875282242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Later we go yum cha. Then bro fetch me home to sleep...Then later on sunday in church...they call me to go out and dedicate. I didnt cause big bro wasnt there...i was planning to dedicate to him...and then the whole church sing birthday songs for me...This year's birthday was the best...though my family wasnt around...big bro planned a very nice party for me...T_T &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;nice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-3912325965706530443?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/3912325965706530443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/10/same-now-then-and-tomorow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3912325965706530443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/3912325965706530443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/10/same-now-then-and-tomorow.html' title='The Same Now, Then and Tomorow'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SPyk67N_dDI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YgRfnL_srhc/s72-c/P1000573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-418837235857275830</id><published>2008-09-18T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T07:54:25.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good-samaritan's camera,  rubbish pile and the cam-whore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sob sob most of my friends all finish exam liao....all balik kampung jor....T_T...got 2 more papers before i am homebound...I am getting more and more tension and the rubbish pile at our dorm are getting higher and higher too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SNJosDan5OI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oCUNeE23xXA/s1600-h/P1000273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SNJosDan5OI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oCUNeE23xXA/s400/P1000273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247371621880554722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;A sign that we are eating well and healthy...w00t ! my HL chocolate milk !! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;The pile was as big as a mountain and we actually had a 'rubbish' slide yesterday nite...everybody act like they didn't heard anything and continue-ing studying...hoping that a good-samaritan-house-mate will clean it up. Well...there was a good-samaritan-house-mate (ME !! :D) but that good-samaritan-house-mate just snap a photo with his NEW PANASONIC DMC FS3 and then walked off...=x&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SNJp16S730I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fVvbzKW6ppw/s1600-h/P1000217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SNJp16S730I/AAAAAAAAAGI/fVvbzKW6ppw/s400/P1000217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247372890742710082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The good samaritan with his new honey... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Being in a 'cam-whore' lately....=x ok lar enuf crap...got to study... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Progamming paper tomorow...T_T gambatte !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-418837235857275830?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/418837235857275830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/09/sob-sob-most-of-my-friends-all-finish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/418837235857275830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/418837235857275830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/09/sob-sob-most-of-my-friends-all-finish.html' title='The good-samaritan&apos;s camera,  rubbish pile and the cam-whore.'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SNJosDan5OI/AAAAAAAAAGA/oCUNeE23xXA/s72-c/P1000273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-1384955960022581696</id><published>2008-09-04T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:43:43.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Cameron and Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SMCqckniIAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WHV_vsiqcLw/s1600-h/CIMG7195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SMCqckniIAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WHV_vsiqcLw/s400/CIMG7195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242377374101807106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;My finals is around the corner and I went to Cameron Highlands for holiday xD ...it was fun, but sadly i didn't buy any souvenirs. Eric drove us to Cameron(we did get lost a bit...=x) ...thx ya kor kor !! The weather there is so cooling !! A perfect weather to sleep ! I spend most of my free time taking photos with my k530 though xD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;check out the link if u are interested xD lots of photo xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/vincentchin/sets/72157607069332839/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;This is the first time i took photos with bro in a trip...and this is my personal favorite ! xD and he looks so happy. lolz never see him smile like this before ler...lolz  I wonder why... =x maybe because his girl is taking his photo ? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SMCpou3lgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Td5biqzyOJ4/s1600-h/bro+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SMCpou3lgmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Td5biqzyOJ4/s400/bro+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242376483500294754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-1384955960022581696?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/1384955960022581696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-cameron-and-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1384955960022581696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1384955960022581696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-cameron-and-back.html' title='To Cameron and Back'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SMCqckniIAI/AAAAAAAAAF4/WHV_vsiqcLw/s72-c/CIMG7195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7954927344822814777</id><published>2008-08-27T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:15:34.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plain weird, dirty and screwed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A SCREWED UP STAR WARS SUB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Walao...found this in my friend's blog (Old Mekk =D) ...really lor...Don't know what the hell are they talking about lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SLWHICP_WcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DQ1LeEsj3jU/s1600-h/lolstarwarszj0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SLWHICP_WcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DQ1LeEsj3jU/s400/lolstarwarszj0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239242313628080578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEIRD DANCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UbdPkygKP6g&amp;amp;watch_response&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 680px ! 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important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04674631585777319 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbdPkygKP6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbdPkygKP6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbdPkygKP6g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Personally i think she is brave and i respect her for that...so no negative comments from me...but as i was browsing through...there were some comments which were very funny lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"i got an erection."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"yeaaah you go girl, i like pregnant..."( She is fat, not pregnant moron )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"To all woman...this is what happens after you have children..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"mom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I bet this poor woman commited suicide after the release of this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"OH GOD MY EYES"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"That takes BALLS...Alot of Balls"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Is that a belly button or a second vagina???!!!!   Fuckin hell...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think that's how buddha will look like if it dances..."(The song name is Buddha's Delight)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Poor gurl...I hope she wouldn't get sad over this comments...after all she is only doing what she likes most =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOUR DIRTY MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ourspacer.com/images/graphics/sexy/your-dirty-mind,-it%27s-just-a-lamp,-what-did-you-think-it-was.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.ourspacer.com/images/graphics/sexy/your-dirty-mind,-it%27s-just-a-lamp,-what-did-you-think-it-was.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Gosh ! What were you thinking ? =x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;That's all for today. Will post if i find anything funny XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8125754080748300900-7954927344822814777?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7954927344822814777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/screwed-up-star-wars-translations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7954927344822814777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7954927344822814777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/screwed-up-star-wars-translations.html' title='Plain weird, dirty and screwed up'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SLWHICP_WcI/AAAAAAAAAFo/DQ1LeEsj3jU/s72-c/lolstarwarszj0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7171084285530523853</id><published>2008-08-27T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:26:26.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 72% dumb Cloud / Sora ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Some weird personality tests I take...XD I am addicted to them ! They are kinda fun !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizrocket.com/dumb-test" title="Dumb Test"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizrocket.com/static/images/quiz/badges/dumb/13.gif" alt="Dumb Test" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Really lor...wth lor...I am 72% dumb...just because i choose "Guys are smarter than girls"...T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTk4NDc2MzkxNzEmcHQ9MTIxOTg*NzY3MjYwOSZwPTg3MzMxJmQ9ZHVtYiZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*x.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finalfantasynetwork.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.finalfantasynetwork.com/character-test/images/cloud.jpg" border="0" height="100" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finalfantasynetwork.com/character-test" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.finalfantasynetwork.com/character-test" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Which Final Fantasy Character Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table bg=""  border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="2" style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg=""  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=24694"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 53, 98);"&gt;Which Kingdom Hearts Character are you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 53, 98);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Main Character and hero of the whole game. You should be happy. He's the one you control to save his friends and go on journies to do so. Lucky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=24694"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/full_994343418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I got kairi and sora for this test...but sora suits me more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table  style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;color:black;" bg="" border="0" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg=""  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=107233"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 53, 98);"&gt;What weapon would you be best with in combat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 53, 98);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;P90&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The P90 is a deadly SMG that handles short range battles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a target="_top" href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.cfm?action=go_detail&amp;amp;sub_action=take&amp;amp;obj_id=107233"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/images_quiz/2008/08/25/full_406932278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Hell yeah I will surely choose light weapons over heavy anytime =3 but short range battle ? I am not t00 sure about that...=( why go melee when you can kill them from a far ? =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0) ! important; margin: 6px 0pt ! important;" border="1" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 4px ! important; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50% ! important; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial ! important; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial ! important; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial ! important; text-align: center ! important;" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/2ypqN6s/Whats-Your-Personality"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700 ! important; color: rgb(0, 0, 0) ! important; text-decoration: underline ! important;font-family:Arial;font-size:15;"  &gt;What's Your Personality??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0) ! important; padding: 4px ! important; background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50% ! important; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial ! important; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial ! important; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial ! important; text-align: center ! important; color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" bg="" align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700 ! important; color: rgb(255, 155, 32) ! important;font-family:Arial;font-size:18;"  &gt;Your Shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 6px auto ! important; text-align: center ! important;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/2ypqN6s/Whats-Your-Personality"&gt; &lt;img src="http://static.quibblo.com/static/images/badge/avatar_large.gif" alt="What's Your Personality??" style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0) ! important;" border="1" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0) ! important;"&gt;Your shy. 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important; margin: 6px 0pt ! important;" border="1" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" width="300"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 4px ! important; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50% ! important; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial ! important; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial ! important; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial ! important; text-align: center ! important;" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quibblo.com/quiz/H9JksT/wats-ur-personality-based-on-the-month-u-were-born-in"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 700 ! important; color: rgb(0, 0, 0) ! important; text-decoration: underline ! important;font-family:Arial;font-size:15;"  &gt;wats ur personality, based on the month u were born in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0) ! important; padding: 4px ! important; background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50% ! 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Loves those who love them. Loves&lt;br /&gt;to takes things at the centre. Inner and physical&lt;br /&gt;beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry&lt;br /&gt;often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and&lt;br /&gt;fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but&lt;br /&gt;recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does&lt;br /&gt;not care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Kind and optimistic at times. 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 Some foreigners and volunteers from I love Malaysia join too. They are from Jamaica, Hong Kong, Korea and Madagascar ! I was afraid that it would be a seafood horror since most steamboat sessions i went to uses sea food as ingredient one. I noticed i have affinity with cockroaches...I saw the a baby cockroach on the fruits during my first visit to Grand Kampar...talk about hygience. 0.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK1Gvo2bQtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wdLnpLebNK4/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK1Gvo2bQtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wdLnpLebNK4/s320/DSC00544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236919725935248082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;            There are many more ingredients...these are just one of them XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK1ISCsPhsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5qe5Cf_OaRY/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK1ISCsPhsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5qe5Cf_OaRY/s320/DSC00548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236921416499037890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;All ingredients thrown in...notice the the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;tom yam soup was mixed with the plain looking MSG soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK1JcvraOMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rzkNSQvgsDc/s1600-h/DSC00550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK1JcvraOMI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rzkNSQvgsDc/s320/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236922699885459650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We were waiting for the food to boil when we...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2QBPXKHpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UaLBCTsp49I/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2QBPXKHpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/UaLBCTsp49I/s320/DSC00552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237000292679687826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We(I spotted it first) saw the mini 'black horror' creeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;on the steamboat stove...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2UVUeBchI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XAYVJAg2tNI/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2UVUeBchI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XAYVJAg2tNI/s320/DSC00566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237005035694551570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Spiritual Dessert #1 : Sweet and Bitter at the same time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(Chocolate Moist Cake with lots of cocoa powder) =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2VZI1IG4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5116fuQY3_8/s1600-h/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2VZI1IG4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/5116fuQY3_8/s320/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237006200801336194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Spiritual Dessert #2 : Simple and nice. Not too raw, not too cooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(Lamb Steak with mint sauce) &lt;---is that a dessert ? =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2V2dh51hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2sHKqdRZllc/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2V2dh51hI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2sHKqdRZllc/s320/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237006704574060050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The wise looking lady with specs...Chrisanne...she owns a PS3. Armed and dangerous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A female gamer who obliterates any games that stood at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;her path (hyperbolic statement =P)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MGS 4 is not exception...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-7080465520461869992?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7080465520461869992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-cockroaches-steamboat-and-spiritual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7080465520461869992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7080465520461869992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-cockroaches-steamboat-and-spiritual.html' title='Of Cockroaches, Steamboat and Spiritual Desserts'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK1Gvo2bQtI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wdLnpLebNK4/s72-c/DSC00544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-1807694095992881718</id><published>2008-08-19T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:53:19.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Midnight Car Carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;w00t ! Guest what ! I was doing my assignment at 11.30pm, when Penny messaged me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Cum to lakeside nw! gt sport car show &lt;/span&gt;! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Then i replied "Hah? You want me race ar? 0.0"...Then she said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;" No lar you idiot. Cum and see only. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Not ! The word 'idiot' is not there actually XD. Penny wont say that to me...! I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;    Anyway, the exhibition was the first of its' kind in Kampar. There were loud speakers behind cars, blasting songs with their heavy bass. The bass  is so intense that going near those speakers make your heart throb. Put your face near it and the speaker becomes a fan with  music player. lolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;    Gonna upload some photos XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Only 3 fancy cars =.= In the end, it is much more a speaker exhibition. Talking of speakers, here are some the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2a1rkg-2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RJ9VibI6NPM/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2a1rkg-2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RJ9VibI6NPM/s320/DSC00522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237012188721380194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2au41D8cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/h9_3WxN9tUk/s1600-h/DSC00523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2au41D8cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/h9_3WxN9tUk/s320/DSC00523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237012072021356994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2bw_iMpZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m8de1Hr5Nf0/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2bw_iMpZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/m8de1Hr5Nf0/s320/DSC00532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237013207692649874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2bi3TPdrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AVDMxuU1NtQ/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2bi3TPdrI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AVDMxuU1NtQ/s320/DSC00535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237012964964267698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8125754080748300900-1807694095992881718?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/1807694095992881718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/midnight-car-carnival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1807694095992881718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1807694095992881718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/midnight-car-carnival.html' title='The Midnight Car Carnival'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SK2a1rkg-2I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RJ9VibI6NPM/s72-c/DSC00522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-5290975472374236870</id><published>2008-08-17T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T11:07:59.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Somehow I found this song while playing back some old songs. It is quite meaningful and it relates to me well.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05857520646736137 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPDoY2BNAms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05857520646736137 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPDoY2BNAms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05857520646736137 visible" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPDoY2BNAms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05857520646736137 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPDoY2BNAms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-05857520646736137 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPDoY2BNAms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPDoY2BNAms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mPDoY2BNAms&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" id="lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;PHOTOGRAPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Look at this photograph&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do it makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;How did our eyes get so red&lt;br /&gt;And what the hell is on Joey's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I grew up&lt;br /&gt;I think the present owner fixed it up&lt;br /&gt;I never knew we'd ever went without&lt;br /&gt;The second floor is hard for  sneaking out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where I went to school&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time had  better things to do&lt;br /&gt;Criminal record says I broke in twice&lt;br /&gt;I must have  done it half a dozen times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if It's too late&lt;br /&gt;Should i go  back and try to graduate&lt;br /&gt;Life's better now then it was back then&lt;br /&gt;If I  was them I wouldn't let me in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh god I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory  of looking out the back door&lt;br /&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom  floor&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every  memory of walking out the front door&lt;br /&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I  was looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to listen to the radio&lt;br /&gt;And sing along with every song we  know&lt;br /&gt;We said someday we'd find out how if feels&lt;br /&gt;To sing to more than  just the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's the first girl I kissed&lt;br /&gt;I was so  nervous that I nearly missed&lt;br /&gt;She's had a couple of kids since then&lt;br /&gt;I  haven't seen her since god knows when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh god I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;br /&gt;I had the photo album  spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;br /&gt;I  found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it,  time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that town&lt;br /&gt;I miss the  faces&lt;br /&gt;You can't erase&lt;br /&gt;You can't replace it&lt;br /&gt;I miss it now&lt;br /&gt;I can't  believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to stay&lt;br /&gt;So hard to leave it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could I  relive those days&lt;br /&gt;I know the one thing that would never change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every  memory of looking out the back door&lt;br /&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my  bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;br /&gt;I found the photo of the  friend that I was looking for&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to say it, time to say it&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do it makes  me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I do it makes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8125754080748300900-5290975472374236870?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/5290975472374236870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5290975472374236870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5290975472374236870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye.html' title='Photograph'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-6950114784381518574</id><published>2008-08-13T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:06:18.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampar's First Shopping Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kampar's first shopping mall, TESCO. Walao today first day of opening. I knew it will be crowded so instead of driving myself i jumped onto Joseph's car. =D convenient ain't it ? =D We found someone leaving as soon as we enter Tesco. Lolz talk about the devil's luck. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;And so we went around exploring Tesco. And as soon as i enter a humongous Malay lady bump onto me like a rhino. Then an Indian lady with trolley ran over Joseph's toe(wearing slippers)....a typical Kampar scenario. Some even cross the road while cars are moving. I wonder if it kills to look around for a moment before bulldozing into things. To the citizens of Kampar...plz "STOP AND STARE !"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It has a magazine stall, karaoke, food court, KFC ( Another one ? The manager must be a moron), ps shop, accessories shop, bread stall...etc and the most notable of all the store is SUSHI KING. It was packed. Everybody was lining up at the entrance...I over-ordered my sushis....luckily out of the 3 only one turn up...Inari Sushi. The other 2 are Unagi...and that cost 12 bucks...yikes !! Luckily they forgot about it...=P. Due to intense hunger...i forgot to take pic of my sushi set...Will upload more pics when i am free XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Actually i wanted to upload my roommate's sour face as he sees us eating sushi happily...but he would've probably rape while i am sleeping if i do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMeJD_NGrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eir2MsCsgA8/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMeJD_NGrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eir2MsCsgA8/s320/DSC00454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234060332972710578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Packed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMesEDgF0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ijnZaGRty2Y/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMesEDgF0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/ijnZaGRty2Y/s320/DSC00466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234060934286153538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;The Black-Evil-Looking-Fish with a Crown of Blood...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMe_ylVyII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RD5aOo_RZw0/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMe_ylVyII/AAAAAAAAAAw/RD5aOo_RZw0/s320/DSC00460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234061273193629826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;They are so into the menu that they dunno i am taking their pic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMfaDoUM-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/BhdO9fwh_jw/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMfaDoUM-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/BhdO9fwh_jw/s320/DSC00465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234061724446110690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"WTF...you taking pic ar ?" It's all written on his face...as he tries to hide behind his chopsticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMf00ngmFI/AAAAAAAAABA/nSyIcLMYHZo/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMf00ngmFI/AAAAAAAAABA/nSyIcLMYHZo/s320/DSC00473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234062184272664658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My Inari sushi...T^T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-6950114784381518574?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/6950114784381518574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/kampar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6950114784381518574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/6950114784381518574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/kampar.html' title='Kampar&apos;s First Shopping Mall'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKMeJD_NGrI/AAAAAAAAAAg/eir2MsCsgA8/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-9209401365882677637</id><published>2008-08-11T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:06:13.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Problem with Pain and Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Seriously let cut the intro crap… much have happened for the past week. Besides me falling some of my minor tests…2 actually…and huge pile of assignments, a lot of things happened. Bro and SY are finally official. 0.0 Who would have thought that the girl I intro him really end up as his gf ? Seriously! And he started going to Sunday service and youth with me is just unbelievable wakakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Anyway I did talk with auntie about those love birds. Though auntie is ok with bro and SY but she did fire me indirectly…=.= for helping them. Well that’s that, you don’t expect Eric’s best friend to stop them from becoming couples do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Auntie also told me not to put so much hope into friendship… Don’t be such a fool and naive by over-helping your friends. They are not your family members. She is not the only one that said this phrase. I’ve already heard this phrase for like…10 times from 10 diff person this week…? How can I not be shaken…? As much as I hate to admit it, there is no way that what those 10 people said 0was wrong and what I said was right. So what do you want me to do? Be a good friend but, yet, don’t put so much hope unto him. Wow…that is quite contradicting isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Told her that nowadays bro seems to busy…he stopped replying sms-es…etc Auntie told me that Eric has moved on. He has his own life now. He has a gf now. Things will change. Soon things will change and he will have a family. He will have no more time for you…childhood friend or not. So it is better for me to let go of the friendship than to still cling so tightly unto it. Because if the tighter you cling unto it, the more you will strain the friendship. I know that this day will come, but still it hurts…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Personally, I think a relationship with a true friend brings more tears into the eyes than a love relationship. After the talk, I sms-ed bro, told him everything will be alright, between him and SY. But I was much shaken in return…bro called and asked me what auntie said. I was reluctant at first, but after much persuasion by bro I told him. After telling him what auntie thought of him and SY, he asked why I was angry / sad. I harden my heart and said that it was ok and I don’t want to talk about it. At that time I was thinking of walking out of the friendship. Maybe it would be better for him. He always tries to find time for me even when he is busy…and it makes me feel guilty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;And due to the recent argument with him, I thought he would forget about my problems, since he already done his job in asking what auntie thought of him. He sends me and sms and says he is sorry for the trouble he caused me. I smiled slightly; telling myself what he is doing is what every normal person would have done…to thank a person for a job well done. I didn’t reply…thinking that he probably doesn’t mean what he said. Few minutes later, he sends me same message again, apologizing again. My heart softens and I told him my problems and how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;I did hint that I want to give up on the friendship…because it hurts too much and it is not worth it. He did try to tell me what I am doing now is not foolish because I am helping a good friend. He told me to do what is right. I asked whether he is angry of me…and he told me that I did nothing wrong…and just do what is right. Seriously, he gave me a imba answer…leaving me quite unsure, but if he were to say things like “you like lar” , “up to you” , “0.0” or “=O” I would have gave up on him. From his sms-es…I can see that he values the friendship. After much thought I told bro that I didn’t do anything wrong in helping him all this while. I would have done the same even if given the 2nd chance and he would have done the same for me if I am in his shoes. He was happy and I was happy. It ended well. Lolz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In conclusion, I would keep what auntie said as advice…for now…I would just want to cherish all the time I would have with my big bro before he walk out of my sight completely. I guest I would have to reach the point where I will knock my head on the wall to really learn this bitter-sweet lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKNJzTXyt5I/AAAAAAAAACk/RKnp1dfIgDU/s1600-h/crossroad_of_life_by_grassel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKNJzTXyt5I/AAAAAAAAACk/RKnp1dfIgDU/s320/crossroad_of_life_by_grassel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234108337656870802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wonder how much longer we can continue walking hand in hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-9209401365882677637?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/9209401365882677637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/seriously-let-cut-intro-crap-much-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/9209401365882677637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/9209401365882677637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/08/seriously-let-cut-intro-crap-much-have.html' title='The Problem with Pain and Doubt'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKNJzTXyt5I/AAAAAAAAACk/RKnp1dfIgDU/s72-c/crossroad_of_life_by_grassel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-5459003256110680809</id><published>2008-07-01T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:02:08.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Smells....and it is Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, something smells. and i can tell you that it stings....i know wat exactly it is....a dead blog. Lol and so here i am again typing my blog. =D A lot of things happened since i last updated. I started on an online game called Cabal. From that online game i learned a lot things, and i made a lot of frens =D. But sadly i am quitting this game slowly even as i type this blog. Kinda sad though...considering that I would have type all my experiences in this blog if were a little bit more active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Guest wat. My best fren follows me to church =D. I forgot how long i have been praying for him.  Thank God...Having a best fren is not very different from having a gf i realized...correct me if i am wrong. Only difference is that it doesn't have that kind of "love" u have for a gf =D.  You share secrets, problems and talk in lingo others don't understand. Worst of all...they can make u sleepless and u end up pacing the floor at nite with their problems. When i cries, he listen. When he cries, I listen.  Their words can kill and build u up. But still i enjoy the friendship nonetheless. Bitter Sweet I can say. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;Now to update myself....This is wat i am doing for the pass weeks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a) Tar Kei (duh NVM2 and Cabal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;b) Self studying (some lecturers aint helping at all)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;c) Chiong Seng Yip's Omelet Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;d) Missing lects (refer to b =X )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;e) Doing assignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;f) Spamming Christian songs non-stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Wish to do List ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;a) Buy new attires (when go money lar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;b) Drink the green label Johnny Walker at home ( while dad not around XD )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;c) Dye my hair metallic bluish/ brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;d) Read the bible and longer devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e) Pray longer...no falling asleep in the middle of prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;f)  Attend lectures more fervently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;g) Find a soul mate~ XD&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/8125754080748300900-5459003256110680809?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/5459003256110680809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-smellsand-it-is-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5459003256110680809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/5459003256110680809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-smellsand-it-is-dead.html' title='Something Smells....and it is Dead'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-7935530082161395833</id><published>2008-03-03T11:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:02:42.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincedence Indeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Whew...Wi-Fi is up and running again. At least now I can update my blog now.  Guest what, I am only have English for my final exam this semester since we are exempted from Webpage Design. It's the 1st day of semester 3 and lecturers have given us assignments dy....what a party pooper ! Not to mention that I got a very noisy english lecturer. He talks so much that he gives me headache. He also waves his hand around so much when he talk until my eyes turn sore. Did I mention that he wanted out sample signature and photo so that we cannot cheat on out attendance? So strict!! The lecturer's name is Chong Sam Chon. The same name as the monk's name in Journey to the West. ahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;We celebrated 4 birthday today. I came empty handed(didn't contribute in buying presents)...T_T but well at least the birthday boy and girl didn't mind.  Anyway...it is 3.30 am and I just finish yum cha(man...yum cha every night will make me fat!!) . It's time to sleep ! tata! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-7935530082161395833?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/7935530082161395833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/03/coincedence-indeed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7935530082161395833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/7935530082161395833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/03/coincedence-indeed.html' title='Coincedence Indeed'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8125754080748300900.post-1823227556430344729</id><published>2008-03-02T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T14:03:44.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Can't believe I am blogging again...i think this is my third blog...the previous 2 died...(actually I forgot the pass and my user XD).  So....what to write as my first post ? crap......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Anyway, today is a real pain in the neck for me. I slept early yesterday...but i still woke up very sleepy. Went to church with my granny...went for worship practice. Gosh i was so sleepy that i could lie down on the piano couch and sleep the whole day off. The base guitar...like pillow liao...T_T want to sleep...Didn't even listen much to what my pastor was preaching....gosh. I wonder if he would rain down retribution on me if he found me asleep during his sermon next time. ahahaha. Went to kacau some friends during sermon time to kill the sleepiness but all of them are still asleep....and it makes me even more sleepy picturing them sleeping on the comfortable bed...crap ! A waste of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Went back to kampar after church...man...those fellows I suppose to fetch them back to kampar suddenly fong fei kei. Not one but 2 also fong fei kei. They are lucky I am sleepy today, or else i will give them a piece of my mind...I ate a fish burger to release my frustration in the 24 hours Mc Donald drive through. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;OMG OMG! My ex-classmate told me that a certain somebody is reading yaoi (maleXmale) comics! and he is a guy !!!!!!!!!! I mean it is okay if you are reading it just to see what yaoi is(out of curiosity and for the FIRST TIME)...but reading these kind of comics out of pleasure is very sick...especially if he is a guy. I mean yaoi makes me sick....I don't understand why fan girls like yaoi...I mean, why must they view friendship between guys sexually? It is pure friendship and nothing else. Most friendship ends up on bed in yaoi comics(correct me if I am wrong). The most i can tahan is shounen-ai...and it is a very MILD one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyway...I ate at 7.00 now it is 10 dy...and I am hungry liao..........me wan eat eat liao. So I am signing off now ! Go yum cha with Jo Jo and Chin...I wonder if i should poke eric to wake him up so we can yum cha together? But he will wack me if I poke him!  Choices choices...woot ! eric is snoring ! makes me think twice of waking him up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Until we meet again...hasta la vista(the terminator use to say this...I think it means 'we will meet again') ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8125754080748300900-1823227556430344729?l=vincent-koko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/feeds/1823227556430344729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-counting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1823227556430344729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8125754080748300900/posts/default/1823227556430344729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vincent-koko.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-counting.html' title='Still Counting...'/><author><name>V!nC3n+</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13410851629180476618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9yqjbM8BwLo/SKhsQ1yZJ3I/AAAAAAAAADo/ERp8i-lixpA/S220/avatar.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
