<?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-1352510842417251258</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:49:02.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALL MY CRAP!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>U'll like it if u like to hear me talk.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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finally free for 4 months and i shall update this blog soon while i wait for those photos to be up in FB by those who brought cameras =) so stay tuned for updates for my melaka trip and all those tags that had been on my pending list for SO SO long =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-4719501713433943307?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4719501713433943307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=4719501713433943307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4719501713433943307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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negative thoughts from those who think we're heavy drinkers and misbehave ourselves once we get all high... i know we can't deny the fact that we were being naughty and used lots of vulgar words during the drinking process, but hope those who find it offensive forgive us for being naive and wanting to have some fun (although we know it's not something healthy). so yea, that's all i have to say and wish that the negative thoughts on us would be reduced... thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-6757549456711329629?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6757549456711329629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2905593598997869938</id><published>2008-09-17T13:48:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T23:03:30.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drink again :D</title><content type='html'>although i think it's a little too late to blog about this, i still think i got to show everyone who visits my blog how you'll look like when you puke after over-drinking XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get it started then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a night before merdeka day, and all of us drinking pals got together at my house(again) to have a final drinking session before pg leave for UK. and we got peter to join us while asking him to get us this 9% alcohol content cheap beer lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off with carlsberg and tiger beer and pg thought it was just too dull for us just to have beer and nothing hard, so he got home to get his mandarin orange taste vodka o.O&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/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCfkCxdXnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jyJKdzWaflU/s1600-h/IMGP4555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCfkCxdXnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jyJKdzWaflU/s320/IMGP4555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246869007455051378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic 1: carlsberg, tiger, and bavaria (the whole new 9% alcohol that cost less and have around the same volume as the big bottles that i just got to know from peter XD)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCfkzdhzsI/AAAAAAAAASY/aPZQDuBwL_Y/s1600-h/IMGP4554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCfkzdhzsI/AAAAAAAAASY/aPZQDuBwL_Y/s320/IMGP4554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246869020524793538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pic 2: vodka supplied by pg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5FuBMBjI/AAAAAAAAATI/iKjkk0j0kWs/s1600-h/IMGP4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5FuBMBjI/AAAAAAAAATI/iKjkk0j0kWs/s320/IMGP4563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246967442534303282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;got bored just drinking and started watching football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg got really bored cuz he doesn't understand any shit about football, so he got everyone of us to drink down the mixture of pic 1 + pic 2 in one shot... after that shot, we got sohai-ed really really fast and felt the alcohol effects kicking in hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8344a2f9fad4371b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8344a2f9fad4371b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330256863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52907811330B5A9474A7D4F06FAA49927A2D606.2D9347A7BB1C91661A46FA0EACEB6EC3B897DCDF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8344a2f9fad4371b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOsPPVVGkqldQeSyEIoOZUOsk6jo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCfldxQg5I/AAAAAAAAASg/iOQew0tiXVA/s1600-h/IMGP4553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCfldxQg5I/AAAAAAAAASg/iOQew0tiXVA/s320/IMGP4553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246869031881835410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg found this set of chinese chess near my TV and started challenging ziyan and peter. taking advantage of the other 2 fella's after-some-alcohol-effects, he took them out with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5FbRgW-I/AAAAAAAAATA/hgqcIr2OYDc/s1600-h/IMGP4562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5FbRgW-I/AAAAAAAAATA/hgqcIr2OYDc/s320/IMGP4562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246967437502471138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan acting sohai while playing chinese chess with pg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND9niAz6tI/AAAAAAAAATg/oTFPuoq5Zs0/s1600-h/IMGP4569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND9niAz6tI/AAAAAAAAATg/oTFPuoq5Zs0/s320/IMGP4569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246972421473561298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5EsIvFrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/snDM6PEeuPw/s1600-h/IMGP4561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5EsIvFrI/AAAAAAAAAS4/snDM6PEeuPw/s320/IMGP4561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246967424849221298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;don't understand why j wong KO-ed so fast =.=' must be cuz of the vodka and beer mix...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCflxWVD4I/AAAAAAAAASo/SNdMpUGE2gI/s1600-h/IMGP4558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCflxWVD4I/AAAAAAAAASo/SNdMpUGE2gI/s320/IMGP4558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246869037137596290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tried gangbang-ing j wong while he was asleep but failed =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCfmN9FeUI/AAAAAAAAASw/omIGuNxCCA4/s1600-h/IMGP4560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCfmN9FeUI/AAAAAAAAASw/omIGuNxCCA4/s320/IMGP4560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246869044816345410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;peter who intro-ed some of us to bavaria =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16f06f27358d228b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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{}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5G83fH0I/AAAAAAAAATY/YTYHFwT2HYQ/s1600-h/IMGP4568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5G83fH0I/AAAAAAAAATY/YTYHFwT2HYQ/s320/IMGP4568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246967463700012866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5GdW506I/AAAAAAAAATQ/BbNAYpPBA94/s1600-h/IMGP4567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SND5GdW506I/AAAAAAAAATQ/BbNAYpPBA94/s320/IMGP4567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246967455241851810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's ziyan getting all fucked up... he puked while making his way from the sofa to the toilet... and i wouldn't have noticed that if pg hasn't spotted those puke... it was pretty fucked up for me to clean his puke while in a very dizzy condition cuz while they were KO-ed, i was drinking one whole bottle of tiger beer while playing dota =.=' pg was watching tv though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and behold!!! the few scenes pg took to show how fucked up ziyan became XD he was quite reluctant to let pg film this but soon i think he was kinda blur and was unaware that pg actually was filming him vomiting LOL... the next day we told him we got his vomiting clips, he was like 'huh?? when you all take it?? don't put it on your blog zs!!' hahahahaah who cares man!! i'm here to show everyone funny things so feel lucky that i'm not posting this up on youtube where everyone in the world can watch *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c48b70e96a7b28e" 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going out for breakfast and asked him to come along!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that pretty much summed up the last drinking session we had with pg around. he's off to UK to further his studies an it'll never be the same without him around for drinking cuz i guess he's the only one who can drink together with me without getting wasted so fast or vomit after drinking too much haha. wish he has a great time in UK and we'll drink again when he's back wooooot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: ziyan's so gonna ask me to remove those clips of him vomiting again lol..&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/1352510842417251258-2905593598997869938?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=16f06f27358d228b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4c48b70e96a7b28e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8344a2f9fad4371b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8762f00fac45c063&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2905593598997869938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2905593598997869938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2905593598997869938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2905593598997869938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/09/drink-again-d.html' title='drink again :D'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SNCfkCxdXnI/AAAAAAAAASQ/jyJKdzWaflU/s72-c/IMGP4555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2427179479338328637</id><published>2008-08-17T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T16:25:19.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightmare and concerns and the 2 months</title><content type='html'>damn bloody reports... monash is just trying to ruin my social life with those reports... and the problem is, those reports are insanely difficult to deal with... sometimes i wonder why do they have to mess up my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i'm a person who worries so much about everything, i tend to screw up my life and my thoughts... it's just my weakness i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 2 months :) love you always&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2427179479338328637?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2427179479338328637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2427179479338328637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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was just an ordinary morning.... waking up, then feeling lazy and wanting to sleep longer on the bed, but just couldn't do so anymore and finally woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it was almost time to leave the house for uni, i did the usual thing that i've been doing for so many mornings and wear my contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here comes the serious shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i put the lens into my right eye, OK.&lt;br /&gt;i put  the lens into my left eye, not very OK cause got air bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;so, i tried adjusting it, rolling my eyes a little bit so that it would somehow move and the bubble would escape. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... i didn't really happen, so i blinked my left eye as it was getting a bit uncomfortable. after that, i felt like it wasn't there anymore!! so i went searching for it on the floor and couldn't find it. tried rolling my left eye up and down, and i see nothing. used my fingers to try feel the lens, nothing again!!! i was thinking, 'fuck, i'm fucked up now if it gets stuck at the back of eye.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum came back, thought i dropped it and jokingly said i didn't search for it properly. but somehow, the panicked me made her change her mind and she helped me look for it. after sweeping the floor, there's just no lens found!! fuck man, i'm fucked up liao, if it gets stuck in there for too long, i might have to go for an operation to take it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried calling my optometrist but no one picked up the phone cause it was still around 9.50 am and they only open at 10 am. panicked like fuck only la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my mum's convinced that we can't find it on the floor, i went to the optometrist and she wasn't there =.=' but luckily her very skilled assistant was there and she helped me out. looked around my eye and put some solution into my eye and then she said it wasn't in there... THEN WHERE COULD IT HAVE BEEN?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit man... although i felt a little bit relieved after she told me that the lens wasn't in my eye, i was still rather concerned about it going to the back of my eye. i mean, she wouldn't be able to know if it really went to the back of my eye right?? unless she got X-ray eyes like superman la =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but fuck it la, i'll just fool myself that the lens wasn't in there anymore for the moment... if it reappears after few days or weeks or months or even years, i hope it didn't cause any problem to my eye while it was still inside there. otherwise, i'd be fucked up la...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3878671583571411865?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3878671583571411865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3878671583571411865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3878671583571411865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3878671583571411865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/08/serious-shit.html' title='serious shit...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4767536345696686658</id><published>2008-07-19T16:00:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:01:52.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drink it up!! =D</title><content type='html'>note: a goodbye to Patrick who has left for Singapore. hope you do well over there =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, let's get this started, shall we??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mission of the night: get Justin Wong (J wong) drunk and capture the video of his crazy acts XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got ourselves a bottle of 'Malibu' (which Peng Gee said i've been conned for its price :S), a bottle of beer and orange juice(courtesy of Zi Yan). with the materials required for the night ready, we began the mission "impossible".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to begin with, we played 'chor dai di' with the winner being able to choose the drinker which would need to finish off at least half a cup the liquor. and since the mission was to get J wong drunk, it was a 3 vs 1 game =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after a few rounds, to be fair to J wong, we decided to play alternate rounds of 'winner choose drinker' and 'loser drink'. although out of most of the rounds, J wong had to drink lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting bored of 'chor dai di', Gee suggested that we play differently to choose the drinker for a messed up drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st round: the person with the lowest value(2 being the smallest and A being the largest) drinks this messed up drink:&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/_22U6gScmNfo/SIJCurDuczI/AAAAAAAAARo/t6HMuPkl4Wg/s1600-h/abc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D18bf22d6354906e5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330256863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B4B9BBD72EB7A93DA46668A37EB4DE213B25CF3.44210ACA1AE2421021174F5FFEA83AF4DE44E13D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D18bf22d6354906e5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DobyyO1DckX0ls_XHH646fnCdZ_E&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the angle 'cos Gee held the camera vertically zzz nevertheless, we still got J wong's drunk movements lol. he said he won't say anything funny but for some unknown reasons (probably 'cos he was a little bit drunk), he moved his hands and legs as shown in the video haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" 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HAHAHAHA!! again i apologise for the way Yobi took the video. but we still get to see the funny part of J wong LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-957503d16164744f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db8a57ca16f374d90%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330256863%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8FA9D2BE581B511145C204EC3D9660A75EDC0B8.4F5B23D74F805FCAF8D44320494ABCA2730CDB93%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db8a57ca16f374d90%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D02JyJHG_BurdHbCfCEWLvHrFlDw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet another act from the drunk J wong which came out of no where haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, that's all the videos i had. but i still have pics =D&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/_22U6gScmNfo/SIN0AIJd2dI/AAAAAAAAARw/t4UEgOZbmdE/s1600-h/IMGP4369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SIN0AIJd2dI/AAAAAAAAARw/t4UEgOZbmdE/s320/IMGP4369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225147538215918034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ziyan sleeping after drinking. notice the armpit hair LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SIN0AaqoWdI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yY8MC5BAMIM/s1600-h/IMGP4370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SIN0AaqoWdI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yY8MC5BAMIM/s320/IMGP4370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225147543186856402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's Gee sleeping. he was saying he was very very tired and stuffs. sleeping like a pig here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after some time,  Gee left saying he wanted to sleep all the way till morning/afternoon and walked back to his house on his own :S luckily no strangers raped him or something haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SIN0A05Nl5I/AAAAAAAAASA/Se9MPG7BpHE/s1600-h/IMGP4373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SIN0A05Nl5I/AAAAAAAAASA/Se9MPG7BpHE/s320/IMGP4373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225147550227339154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and after Gee left and ziyan sleeping, the rest of us fed ourselves with wedges. before the wedges were cooked, the 3 of us(J wong, yobi and I) were playing 'chor dai di' again to decide who gets to eat more wedges... but it seems like the person with the most win (yobi) actually ate the least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SIN0BW67BjI/AAAAAAAAASI/BGsM_9FqQ7E/s1600-h/IMGP4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SIN0BW67BjI/AAAAAAAAASI/BGsM_9FqQ7E/s320/IMGP4379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225147559361316402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;J wong handling the last piece of wedges while i clean up the table. seems like the effects of alcohol had all disappeared. and ziyan is still sleeping =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after finishing the wedges, they woke ziyan up so that all of them could leave. the funny part is, ziyan complained about not waking him up to eat when we already made several attempts to wake that fella up to see him sleep back again lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's practically all there is to the night of the 5 of us guys 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8062678613947493582</id><published>2008-07-13T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:01:52.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it starts all over again</title><content type='html'>holidays are gone, and it's back to nerding =( although i had to be happy with the results i had. thank You, Lord =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it seems like i've been a lazy bum for not updating as frequently as i would in the past haha. too lazy la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the pic that i've been promising is here. finally hor?? lol thanks to jie for the pressure =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SHjhDxv1khI/AAAAAAAAARg/4dngURNr8U8/s1600-h/img133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SHjhDxv1khI/AAAAAAAAARg/4dngURNr8U8/s320/img133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222171222945927698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ok. that's the best pic i've got from the purikura machine. wonder why isn't she looking at the correct cam =.=' anyway to those who doesn't know her name, she's szee nee. good enough now?? don't complain that i didn't mention anything about her lor. very give face liao lor XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8062678613947493582?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8062678613947493582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8062678613947493582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8062678613947493582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8062678613947493582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-it-starts-all-over-again.html' title='and it starts all over again'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SHjhDxv1khI/AAAAAAAAARg/4dngURNr8U8/s72-c/img133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1591471050254061510</id><published>2008-06-18T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:01:55.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liberation</title><content type='html'>i feel like an electron excited to the n = 200000th orbital now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE EXAMS!!!! WOOOOOTTT!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna thank all of those who had wished me for a happy birthday. thanks a lot!! =) it was a pretty good one, though it could've been better haha. i'm such a greedy person XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i blog about leh?? exams?? no no no... it's over and done with and i'm gonna enjoy what i have now. though at the same time, i'm worrying about my results. hope it comes out with at least all 'D's la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should post some nice pics from japan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here they are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfuzygTzpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v_Myl2bxj-c/s1600-h/IMGP2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfuzygTzpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v_Myl2bxj-c/s320/IMGP2903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212897667202666130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfu0Q-rV4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/VGVunzf7pNg/s1600-h/IMGP2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfu0Q-rV4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/VGVunzf7pNg/s320/IMGP2915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212897675383101314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfu0zZor3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/upO233DrVU4/s1600-h/IMGP2944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfu0zZor3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/upO233DrVU4/s320/IMGP2944.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212897684622978930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfu1bjyFCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/anWm5iK1t7w/s1600-h/IMGP3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfu1bjyFCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/anWm5iK1t7w/s320/IMGP3010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212897695402955810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfu2LzKZsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/F1UNfYPDuTs/s1600-h/IMGP2697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfu2LzKZsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/F1UNfYPDuTs/s320/IMGP2697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212897708352366274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxWIgXxxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6nn5L5wTL8c/s1600-h/IMGP2725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxWIgXxxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6nn5L5wTL8c/s320/IMGP2725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212900456247314194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxXeTERAI/AAAAAAAAARA/UsnSnNLh7cg/s1600-h/IMGP2979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxXeTERAI/AAAAAAAAARA/UsnSnNLh7cg/s320/IMGP2979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212900479276958722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxX7dtSgI/AAAAAAAAARI/vOf5WYrwl-A/s1600-h/IMGP2711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxX7dtSgI/AAAAAAAAARI/vOf5WYrwl-A/s320/IMGP2711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212900487106218498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxY0uOYCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/l6w8Rm5B-Cw/s1600-h/IMGP2717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxY0uOYCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/l6w8Rm5B-Cw/s320/IMGP2717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212900502476316706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxZB6CPQI/AAAAAAAAARY/0SFL9YnZQm4/s1600-h/IMGP2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfxZB6CPQI/AAAAAAAAARY/0SFL9YnZQm4/s320/IMGP2885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212900506015513858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well what do i have here??? all pics of alcohol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss them badly =( how i wish i can drink them everyday again.... *snaps out of imagination* eh... bad for health la.... nooooo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i was thinking that my blood alcohol level must be thundering high during my stay with my host families. everyday also at least drink beer for dinner....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think that's all for now. it's a pain in the ass waiting for the pics to be uploaded. stupid speed so slow =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, those of you waiting to have a look at my gf will have to wait. cos i think that we looked quite 'dead' in the pics. 'dead' in a sense that we look so tired as a result of cramming for exams. so be a little more patient and wait for the better version to come out. i promise it wouldn't be long =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1591471050254061510?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1591471050254061510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1591471050254061510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1591471050254061510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1591471050254061510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/06/liberation.html' title='liberation'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/SFfuzygTzpI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/v_Myl2bxj-c/s72-c/IMGP2903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4074627121400370691</id><published>2008-05-18T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:02:51.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wishing for something more</title><content type='html'>yup, it's been a long time since i have the mood to write anything here as the pass few weeks were horrendous. have been occupied with assignments and essay and am still now busy with a few things. however, i can't just let this blog die off like this. if it's gonna die also i'll have to let it die slowly lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened for me to actually blog about and i have been very lazy to do those tags smacky =P see one day if i'm free then i do la haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe there's something to talk about. i actually had a great time with someone (which i won't name here just in case she visits this blog =P) yesterday and just hope something more would happen. if things go wrong anyway, i would then accept my fate of being single for the coming few years la. of course, if things go right, i would be a happy guy then =D anyway, it's just all up to her now and i'm praying for the best la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i think that's all about me now and i doubt i'll have the will to write anything about japan ler lol. yea, i'm being such a hypocrite now for saying i would blog about japan no matter what last time. forgive me la k? if possible, i would post up some nice photos la just to let any of you who wants to have a look at the place i went in japan la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's about time i stop here, otherwise i would end up talking more about 'her' which i don't think she likes me talking so much about 'her' to others... alright then, till next time i got something to talk about, signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-4074627121400370691?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4074627121400370691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=4074627121400370691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4074627121400370691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4074627121400370691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/05/wishing-for-something-more.html' title='wishing for something more'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3415219084261043202</id><published>2008-04-23T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T01:25:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barely alive</title><content type='html'>yeap i know it's kinda dead for a whole month. have been busy with so many reports and assignments which piled up over the last few weeks. ying, i'll do that tag when i'm more free i promise and the japan post would take some time but will definitely be up. i know it's a little outdated but it's about Japan you know?? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to rant a little bit, my WHOLE family is going to Japan EXCEPT ME!!!! the reason? because i've got exams from 9th of June onwards and they're going to Japan on the 28th or 29th of May for around one week plus. and so, if i followed them, i'll be back by around 7th or 8th and it'll be hell for me. but NOT going back to Japan and staying at home studying is also HELL... haih... my life sucks man...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3415219084261043202?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3415219084261043202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3415219084261043202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3415219084261043202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3415219084261043202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/04/barely-alive.html' title='barely alive'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4036858295534224479</id><published>2008-03-20T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:59:44.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tinge of disappointment</title><content type='html'>with so much workload piling up and so little time to complete them, and headaches burning out my morale, you appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i thought i had a chance, what appeared in front of me shattered my hopes to pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-4036858295534224479?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4036858295534224479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=4036858295534224479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4036858295534224479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4036858295534224479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/03/tinge-of-disappointment.html' title='tinge of disappointment'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-861492597075959094</id><published>2008-03-14T00:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T00:30:51.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted</title><content type='html'>it's only my 3rd week in uni and now i feel like there's so many things to do. quiz la, assignments la, tutorial questions la, blah blah blah... ok, it's not like i dunno how to do those stuffs, but it's just so many things coming at one go. and to add to my workload, there are reports to be completed while i'm now scratching my head all over on how i should type out my assignment for stats so that it looks presentable. and after i give up thinking about how i should do my assignments, i start to dota. by the time i finish dota-ing, it's so damn late and i barely have enough sleep everyday. everything is so messy for me now and i wonder how long i can hold on before everything goes haywire... and to add to my woes, bloody Blackboard is so damn chat slow most of the time till i feel like i wanna fuck gau all the aussie monash people who are suppose to be maintaining the system so that it can be smooth.  i wish i can go back to high school times where homeworks can be easily done and completed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-861492597075959094?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/861492597075959094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-7609086321816378595</id><published>2008-03-03T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:02:06.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan (part 2)</title><content type='html'>ok, here's part 2. this post also took me forever to post, so please appreciate it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this next part is about the camp and some visits to the town nearby, so i'm guessing it'll be a long post la.and firzen, here are the pictures you longed to see on my blog =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17/12/2007 - 20/12/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;17/12/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it started off with the whole bunch of us leaving the hotel. oh ya!! there's a part about us being in japan mentioned in the newspaper. if you don't believe, this picture below shall be proof lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R5n3kmEYY2I/AAAAAAAAALc/o1vNueldHn4/s1600-h/IMGP2457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R5n3kmEYY2I/AAAAAAAAALc/o1vNueldHn4/s320/IMGP2457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159427056195887970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say about this day except for seeing snow for my 1st time on this day and bathing in a public bath... went to many places before reaching the hostel but not worth much to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;18/12/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R6F0eGEYY3I/AAAAAAAAALk/LBGUm5vq-1c/s1600-h/IMGP2518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R6F0eGEYY3I/AAAAAAAAALk/LBGUm5vq-1c/s320/IMGP2518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161534708317184882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the view of the outside from my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after breakfast and tidying up the room, we're off to a town nearby.&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R6F0emEYY4I/AAAAAAAAALs/MkYmCugumhE/s1600-h/IMGP2523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R6F0emEYY4I/AAAAAAAAALs/MkYmCugumhE/s320/IMGP2523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161534716907119490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R6HNP2EYY5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/JWVBqUIxtQQ/s1600-h/IMGP2524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R6HNP2EYY5I/AAAAAAAAAL0/JWVBqUIxtQQ/s320/IMGP2524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161632320038921106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R6HNQWEYY6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LcJcIp0-CMY/s1600-h/IMGP2528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R6HNQWEYY6I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LcJcIp0-CMY/s320/IMGP2528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161632328628855714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;went to this puppet house and saw this performance. in my opinion, it was amazing how they can use puppet to do all these stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after watching the puppet performances, everyone was given some time so walk around the small town and experience the morning market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vLvBXmyMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/p2fCcGwZRk4/s1600-h/IMGP2542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vLvBXmyMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/p2fCcGwZRk4/s320/IMGP2542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173452605646883010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is what we saw, Japanese marshmallow. yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vLvhXmyNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MJgZFqjBRC8/s1600-h/IMGP2551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vLvhXmyNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/MJgZFqjBRC8/s320/IMGP2551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173452614236817618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after the walk around the market, it was doll-making time. above are the materials given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vLwBXmyOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/KtJt_97tRPw/s1600-h/IMGP2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vLwBXmyOI/AAAAAAAAAMY/KtJt_97tRPw/s320/IMGP2552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173452622826752226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is everyone working on their doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vLwhXmyPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tJAk8_oaq0I/s1600-h/IMGP2554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vLwhXmyPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/tJAk8_oaq0I/s320/IMGP2554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173452631416686834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;finally, my doll =D not bad right?? first time doing this and it's already so nice wakakaka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then came the night where we spend time playing with snow. we had snow wars, sliding down the slope of snow, and snowman making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUMhXmyQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nTgXye634ek/s1600-h/IMGP2557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUMhXmyQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nTgXye634ek/s320/IMGP2557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173461908546046210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's a picture of everyone and the snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUNBXmyRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pBIsb39mUwo/s1600-h/IMGP2559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUNBXmyRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pBIsb39mUwo/s320/IMGP2559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173461917135980818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the boobs are added on by the Croatian medical student. i forgot her name zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;well, that's all the interesting things that happened on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;19/12/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and this is the day everyone's been looking forward to in the camp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;skiing!!!! woooottt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUNxXmySI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6_VunDu-eho/s1600-h/IMGP2562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUNxXmySI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6_VunDu-eho/s320/IMGP2562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173461930020882722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;all of us guys having a fun time relaxing in the snow. and then some of the Japanese went and add snow for us =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;we first had our skiing lessons. and then practiced and practiced until we got the hang of slowing down and cornering. and after the lunch, we're moving to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUORXmyTI/AAAAAAAAANA/_6RAciZRM2E/s1600-h/IMGP2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUORXmyTI/AAAAAAAAANA/_6RAciZRM2E/s320/IMGP2563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173461938610817330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as you can see, we're supposed to get down from this high up. well, not using this route la... this route is for super pros la. it's too steep for beginners like us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUOhXmyUI/AAAAAAAAANI/6f6Gth3HwH4/s1600-h/IMGP2564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vUOhXmyUI/AAAAAAAAANI/6f6Gth3HwH4/s320/IMGP2564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173461942905784642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's is the detour that we're suppose to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZhhXmyVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/pzP0dRlHafo/s1600-h/IMGP2565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZhhXmyVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/pzP0dRlHafo/s320/IMGP2565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173467766881438034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a view from the first stop. we came down from the right. looks quite easy but it was actually the most dangerous of all.&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZiRXmyWI/AAAAAAAAANY/guM_-83WPW8/s1600-h/IMGP2566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZiRXmyWI/AAAAAAAAANY/guM_-83WPW8/s320/IMGP2566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173467779766339938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the second stop. i apologise for my lousy photo-taking skills. it looks too flat while it was actually very very steep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZixXmyXI/AAAAAAAAANg/V-NsEWgWQGw/s1600-h/IMGP2567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZixXmyXI/AAAAAAAAANg/V-NsEWgWQGw/s320/IMGP2567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173467788356274546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here's the proof of me reaching the second stop if some of you didn't believe i skied down without taking any damages hohoho&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZjRXmyYI/AAAAAAAAANo/BpLuiLQJ3-Y/s1600-h/IMGP2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZjRXmyYI/AAAAAAAAANo/BpLuiLQJ3-Y/s320/IMGP2568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173467796946209154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this is taken from the end of the skiing route. it was really really fun and everyone of us actually wanted to ski again. however, the coach was saying it's too late and we should head back for dinner =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, we had to do this report about the camp. felt like sitting in an exam hall while writing the report... it was just so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZjxXmyZI/AAAAAAAAANw/m2CdXk-jnkg/s1600-h/IMGP2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vZjxXmyZI/AAAAAAAAANw/m2CdXk-jnkg/s320/IMGP2571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173467805536143762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my report. see that name down there??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the writing session, it was handicraft making.&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vixBXmyaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MKUbaXv26Zo/s1600-h/IMGP2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vixBXmyaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MKUbaXv26Zo/s320/IMGP2573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173477928774060450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vixxXmybI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hzrvf6rEmyg/s1600-h/IMGP2574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vixxXmybI/AAAAAAAAAOA/hzrvf6rEmyg/s320/IMGP2574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173477941658962354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after. yea yea, i know it doesn't look very nice, but it took me ages to come up with something to write on the wood. you know la, i'm not that type of artistic person la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when all was over, the whole bunch of us guys went to have our final public bath. i must say, having a hot bath during winter is the best man. after the bath, i can literally run around without my clothes on!! my body is so warm and i don't feel cold at all even if the temperature around was only 5-10 degrees Celsius!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then, everyone headed to the common room. it was the final night everyone is spending together before we go to our hosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R8viyRXmycI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G0zgq7JnFj4/s1600-h/IMGP2578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8viyRXmycI/AAAAAAAAAOI/G0zgq7JnFj4/s320/IMGP2578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173477950248896962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gambling!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8viyxXmydI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5zi6oeBuFOo/s1600-h/IMGP2579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8viyxXmydI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/5zi6oeBuFOo/s320/IMGP2579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173477958838831570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eating and chatting!!! man, i love the food. all the girls were just chatting away while the few of us guys kept our mouth busy chewing those food the girls bought lol!!&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vizRXmyeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1KoeY30hQSI/s1600-h/IMGP2591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vizRXmyeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/1KoeY30hQSI/s320/IMGP2591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173477967428766178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Lion stuffed us guys into the telephone box 'cos we were too noisy. rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;there goes the final night and was a hell of a night XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;20/12/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day started with everyone packing stuffs and tidying up the room. and right after breakfast, we're off. goodbye to Norikura mountain and hello hosts!!&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vpgRXmyfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pGiLonHsMIU/s1600-h/IMGP2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vpgRXmyfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pGiLonHsMIU/s320/IMGP2596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173485337592646130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the manager of the hostel waving us goodbye. nice guy.&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vphRXmygI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KO5BpxnSvM8/s1600-h/IMGP2597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vphRXmygI/AAAAAAAAAOo/KO5BpxnSvM8/s320/IMGP2597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173485354772515330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one last view of the town i've been to on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after 2 hours ride on the bus, we reached the Nagoya train station and this is where everybody say their goodbyes to each other and head for their hosts' place. my host's place is very far from the main city, so i had to take a train to my host's place along with a few YEs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vphxXmyhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UIvcQ6RWuK4/s1600-h/IMGP2605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vphxXmyhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/UIvcQ6RWuK4/s320/IMGP2605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173485363362449938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as it was lunch time, this is the bento i had on the train. looks good and tasted great =D&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vpiRXmyiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tAHZ1MNp3zA/s1600-h/IMGP2606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vpiRXmyiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tAHZ1MNp3zA/s320/IMGP2606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173485371952384546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a view on the outside of the train.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vpjBXmyjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nAS7dZTKbuI/s1600-h/IMGP2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vpjBXmyjI/AAAAAAAAAPA/nAS7dZTKbuI/s320/IMGP2609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173485384837286450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a shot at the huge statue along the way to my host's place.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vvIBXmykI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NHiMzJK5N5g/s1600-h/IMGP2610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vvIBXmykI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NHiMzJK5N5g/s320/IMGP2610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173491518050585154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by the time i reached Toyama, the place where i stayed, it was around 5.30p.m. and look at the outside, it's already all dark!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;immediately after i reached the station, my host picked me up and i was rushed to a Christmas party organised by the Lion's club of Jinzu. and damn it, i had to give a speech...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vvIhXmylI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nNPbI8Ezg2I/s1600-h/IMGP2615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vvIhXmylI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nNPbI8Ezg2I/s320/IMGP2615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173491526640519762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the opening ceremony. kids lighting up candles...&lt;br /&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vvJBXmymI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OUxZePakc3A/s1600-h/IMGP2616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vvJBXmymI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OUxZePakc3A/s320/IMGP2616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173491535230454370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around me is my host and the committee member of the Jinzu Lions club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;finally, after the dinner, i get to go to my host's house and sleep at last. it was a tiring day after traveling so far. if it wasn't for my tiredness, i would've went out drinking with my host's son. well, too tired la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vvKRXmynI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HPgLUdsO6Go/s1600-h/IMGP2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R8vvKRXmynI/AAAAAAAAAPg/HPgLUdsO6Go/s320/IMGP2621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173491556705290866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my room. not bad hor?? it was very comfortable to stay in =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aahh, at last, i'm at the end of this part 2 of my Japan trip post. will come up with a part 3 later la as i'm having a lot of things to deal with at the moment. signing out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-7609086321816378595?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7609086321816378595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=7609086321816378595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7609086321816378595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7609086321816378595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/japan-part-2.html' title='Japan (part 2)'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R5n3kmEYY2I/AAAAAAAAALc/o1vNueldHn4/s72-c/IMGP2457.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3019406821378508185</id><published>2008-02-29T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T01:31:23.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there goes february</title><content type='html'>i can't imagine how fast time flew pass. just 2 months ago i was enjoying my life in Japan, then i was so busy with my reports and uni applications, and now, i'm already in Monash for 2 weeks and assignments are going to pile me up starting next week, or rather next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then my good friend weny is going to return to Australia for his studies in perhaps 29 hours time from now. (it's 1.30 a.m. 29th of february now) and when i think back about it, it felt just like he has just came back to Malaysia yesterday... if only you could stay longer la, then i'll show you level 55 in COD 4!!!! XD there goes one COD 4 kaki :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i find that i'm playing more than i should already... too addicted to COD 4 i guess. have to find my mood to study back soon or i'll lose my life in uni... so many things to worry about now la T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will try and post pictures from next post onwards. otherwise it'll be extrememly dull as it already looked like a book with only words now. @.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3019406821378508185?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3019406821378508185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3019406821378508185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3019406821378508185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3019406821378508185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-goes-february.html' title='there goes february'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8685385150373596751</id><published>2008-02-25T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T19:24:46.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new life</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i wrote something here. so i figured it's time i write something new la. have been very very busy since i started uni and now, i think the assignments will flow in soon and i'll be even busier than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, haven't find any problems with knowing people and getting around uni. though i find it hard to adapt to the new way of doing my work. during orientation, those people emphasised on 'plagiarism is a literature crime'  so much that i'm so afraid i'll plagiarise accidentally and not knowing it. ok la, the 'plagiarism is a literature crime' is made up by me... but they speak of it so seriously and like if you ever plagiarise once, you're a goner, doomed. even if you didn't know about it or perhaps your idea just somehow matched some other people's idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry firzen, no pics again. i don't have super cam like yours nor do i bring my digi cam around. my phone camera sucks. so how am i supposed to put up some nice pics?? and i'm so lazy to continue on the Japan post... if one day i suddenly got feel then i'll continue the Japan post la. it's still in my draft section anyway. but i doubt it'll be soon since i'll be dealing with assignments and quiz soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i'll be able to adapt to this new life and maintain my scholarship. and if possible, bring it up to 50% scholarship XD doubt it'll happen though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8685385150373596751?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8685385150373596751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8685385150373596751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8685385150373596751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8685385150373596751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-life.html' title='the new life'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3788520601180307917</id><published>2008-02-15T10:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:06:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything messed up</title><content type='html'>all thanks to some anonymous, i had to change the blog address, changed all my e-mail passwords, change my cbox to a new one, and make this blog private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made me do this is not because of him mocking me or insulting me, it's because that asshole fucker had to screw everyone that had defended me. what's his problem?? seriously. i got so dulan and i had to do so many things as there's nothing i can do about banning him from commenting because his IP changes all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though finally now everything seems to be back to normal, i'm still hoping that he really disappears for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... i had to find out this page that asshole made... remember my previous blog address?? that fucking bitch took that address and made a new blog. so what does that mean?? it means that fucking cibai just wanted me to change my blog address so he can take it and then make it into his own blog address and with so many other people linking me with that address, he thought he can fish up some business there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, for the moment, i letting my blog to be public again so that that bitch can come back again and so that i can fuck him once more. dumbass bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and if you're reading this anon-x, or SPLOGGER, hope you had fun harassing my cbox and screwing up my friends. using those keywords in your first post is a great idea to lead people to your blog but i think people will just pass your blog off as your such an ass to steal other people's blog address. it's OK if you want me to whine or cry. cause at least i'm a normal human who have emotions. not like you, a fucking son of a bitch with a pussy fucked by so many dogs and had finally lost your emotions. oh, i forgot you're a dog. so, you wouldn't understand what i'm saying hor bitch. hope you live long enough to be fucked by all the dogs around the world and then go to hell for fucking and getting fucked so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guys, i will get that japan trip part 2 post up asap. it was postponed because of that fucking annoying interruption by anon-x.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3788520601180307917?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3788520601180307917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3788520601180307917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3788520601180307917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3788520601180307917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/02/everything-messed-up.html' title='everything messed up'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1208144251681075562</id><published>2008-01-31T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T15:00:44.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth</title><content type='html'>just a few more months, i'm gonna bid my youth farewell and enter the world of the 20's... it's amazing how i've lived for 2 decades already and is still alive....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i think back about my teenage days or my so called 'youth', i can't really recall anything that's worth recalling.... well, not that there's none but it's not just as exciting as anyone would expect it to be... the things that i can remember is me being a nasty, foul-mouthed and naughty boy and still be so proud of it even though it's just plain idiocy... this makes me feel like my youth is wasted for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just because i've finished watching this japanese drama that caused me to feel like my youth is but just a waste when compared to the main characters' youth... i wonder why i feel that japanese have much better school days or youth compared to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's possible, i feel like going back to the past again, relive those days and create much better 'youth' memories compare to those 'youth' memories i have now. how would it be to have  bittersweet 'youth' memories... where i would laugh again with friends when we ever talk about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do now is regret that i haven't been able to do much in my teenage days... staying at home most of the time, doing housework for my mum, studying, or playing the com... i think i'm starting to get depressed after thinking about my worthless life having no significant dreams or ambition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what should i do in my life... what am i worth??? what's my purpose of staying alive?? when people ask me all these, i would just say 'eat and enjoy life'. however, when i think about it seriously, it's just pointless to live to eat... so what should i be doing?? being such a dreamless person hurts... and it hurts even more that i can't do anything significant for anyone or benefit anybody i know... i feel so useless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i think, 'there goes my youth and what should i do in my adulthood soon??' this makes it more of a headache for me.... if only i had a dream. if only i had an aim. if only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without having an amazing and wonderful youth will be my first lifelong regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited: sorry to make you all read such an emo post... maybe it's because of this song i'm listening to... i'll try to put up that japan trip post asap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1208144251681075562?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1208144251681075562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1208144251681075562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1208144251681075562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1208144251681075562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/youth.html' title='youth'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-5256429293161311296</id><published>2008-01-16T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:02:13.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan (part 1)</title><content type='html'>so finally, i got myself to start blogging about japan. here i go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15/12/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to thank weny for sending me to the airport. didn't really check the time properly and went there too early. i think i was the first YE to be at the airport... even the Lions are not there yet =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, goodbyes and bla bla bla... my family wasn't there though... say goodbye to other people punya family lol.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4RvmNvXzfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5K27KS_FyZw/s1600-h/IMGP2376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4RvmNvXzfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5K27KS_FyZw/s320/IMGP2376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153366575932755442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo of the guys sitting with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4Rr39vXzeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/csf_zlCBMXU/s1600-h/IMGP2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4Rr39vXzeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/csf_zlCBMXU/s320/IMGP2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153362482828922338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing to do on the plane. that's GRACE holding the cam there. (there, mentioned your name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just flight from malaysia to bangkok. and i must say i had a headache while the plane was landing. damn fucking pain man. i feel like breaking my head open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16/12/2007&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R4Rl9NvXzdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-Mm7iZnNMns/s1600-h/IMGP2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4Rl9NvXzdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-Mm7iZnNMns/s320/IMGP2377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153355975953468882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first group pic. that's our leader on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just stayed a while in bangkok and then we left for japan. late night flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4R6GdvXzgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/boI0YDangUU/s1600-h/IMGP2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4R6GdvXzgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/boI0YDangUU/s320/IMGP2383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153378125099814402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4R6GtvXzhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rxwEwNIN1Rs/s1600-h/IMGP2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4R6GtvXzhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rxwEwNIN1Rs/s320/IMGP2385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153378129394781714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4SCj9vXziI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yTOXd1ziIEo/s1600-h/IMGP2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4SCj9vXziI/AAAAAAAAAJE/yTOXd1ziIEo/s320/IMGP2386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153387427998977570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4SCkdvXzjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7B5KEeiydVM/s1600-h/IMGP2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4SCkdvXzjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/7B5KEeiydVM/s320/IMGP2387.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153387436588912178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R428uNvXzkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/I08etad-AaQ/s1600-h/IMGP2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R428uNvXzkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/I08etad-AaQ/s320/IMGP2388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155984650557443650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R428udvXzlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RMryRjYENL8/s1600-h/IMGP2390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R428udvXzlI/AAAAAAAAAJc/RMryRjYENL8/s320/IMGP2390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155984654852410962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up early to get shots of the sun rising. well, didn't really get any sleep also la... and to those who have went to redang with me, i think this is what you guys wanted to see. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;reached the airport and once again, my head aches like nobody's business... fucking gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so damn tired after the flight and was actually hoping for a rest at the hotel. BUT, they must have the damn speech blah blah blah... i was so tired and hungry and kept looking at my watch while hoping, "faster la, don't nag so much la... i wanna eat and then sleep la..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, it was over and lunch time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43AJtvXzmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/107tUhCpBxg/s1600-h/IMGP2400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43AJtvXzmI/AAAAAAAAAJk/107tUhCpBxg/s320/IMGP2400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155988421538729570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R43AJ9vXznI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dMx8xIYy0S8/s1600-h/IMGP2401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43AJ9vXznI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dMx8xIYy0S8/s320/IMGP2401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155988425833696882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the food looks nicer and tastier here in japan XD or maybe i'm just hungry lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;after the lunch, more events... no rest T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, 'chado'. means tea ceremony. i've already experienced it once during one of my japanese lessons in JSKL. so, it was nothing new to me, although i had to act like i dunno anything =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43EJtvXzoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/05b743VkRFA/s1600-h/IMGP2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43EJtvXzoI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/05b743VkRFA/s320/IMGP2407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155992819585240706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43EKNvXzpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/S0zDj8M7ynU/s1600-h/IMGP2416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43EKNvXzpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/S0zDj8M7ynU/s320/IMGP2416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155992828175175314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R43EKtvXzqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/StfwavQ0sdU/s1600-h/IMGP2418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43EKtvXzqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/StfwavQ0sdU/s320/IMGP2418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155992836765109922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the sweet to be eaten before drinking the tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43EK9vXzrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/A2p23E4JTlU/s1600-h/IMGP2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43EK9vXzrI/AAAAAAAAAKM/A2p23E4JTlU/s320/IMGP2419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155992841060077234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;green tea/oocha. it's not as diluted as the ones we normally have in restaurants, and so it is a little bit bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;next was 'shodo' or calligraphy. it wasn't pretty much different from the chinese ones except for the sequence of the strokes for some words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43HhtvXzsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/m-kXFrRJydc/s1600-h/IMGP2428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43HhtvXzsI/AAAAAAAAAKU/m-kXFrRJydc/s320/IMGP2428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155996530436984514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R43HiNvXztI/AAAAAAAAAKc/K9OAKAeOnQY/s1600-h/IMGP2430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43HiNvXztI/AAAAAAAAAKc/K9OAKAeOnQY/s320/IMGP2430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155996539026919122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the word she wrote. btw, she's nami. looks not bad right?? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and finally, 'kado' or flower arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43JstvXzuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QA72lXCgnSk/s1600-h/IMGP2444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43JstvXzuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/QA72lXCgnSk/s320/IMGP2444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155998918438801122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R43JtNvXzvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jLRbs40WwFk/s1600-h/IMGP2443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43JtNvXzvI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jLRbs40WwFk/s320/IMGP2443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155998927028735730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see that?? we do wan u know?? well, ok, not we la, the girls did it la lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and after everything's over, it's dinner time!!! woohooo!!! yea, i really love the food there =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43ZaNvXzwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WA4Z3dvhUvE/s1600-h/IMGP2446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43ZaNvXzwI/AAAAAAAAAK0/WA4Z3dvhUvE/s320/IMGP2446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156016192797265666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43Za9vXzxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/A2XPC6rw4zk/s1600-h/IMGP2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43Za9vXzxI/AAAAAAAAAK8/A2XPC6rw4zk/s320/IMGP2447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156016205682167570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;looking at these photos again makes me drool... =P maybe i'm just hungry now la haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, ice-breaking games, played, laugh, blah blah blah.... i'll skip this part and to the outing at night ngek ngek ngek....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43bO9vXzyI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ym7htYtlgZY/s1600-h/IMGP2450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43bO9vXzyI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ym7htYtlgZY/s320/IMGP2450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156018198546992930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_22U6gScmNfo/R43bPdvXzzI/AAAAAAAAALM/f9A7xt1v6jo/s1600-h/IMGP2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43bPdvXzzI/AAAAAAAAALM/f9A7xt1v6jo/s320/IMGP2452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156018207136927538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha... i'm guessing that i don't have to tell you where i went la hor?? hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43cANvXz0I/AAAAAAAAALU/J6FuFvc0ekY/s1600-h/IMGP2451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R43cANvXz0I/AAAAAAAAALU/J6FuFvc0ekY/s320/IMGP2451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156019044655550274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aiya, actually just went to convenient store only... not that place. that building was just next to this convenient store lerrr... how i wished i've went in there and had fun haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ok, i think that's all for now. all these only happened in 2 days... and i've already blog so much about it... i wonder how i'm gonna blog about the rest of the trip... maybe i shouldn't la. too lazy =P maybe there'll be a part 2, maybe not... see how la. if connection good, then i'll continue. if not, i'll just leave it la. even this post took me forever =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so make sure you all read everything, it took a lot of effort from me just to post this up. hope you enjoyed reading =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-5256429293161311296?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5256429293161311296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=5256429293161311296&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5256429293161311296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5256429293161311296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/japan-part-1.html' title='Japan (part 1)'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/R4RvmNvXzfI/AAAAAAAAAIs/5K27KS_FyZw/s72-c/IMGP2376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2753677476433462798</id><published>2008-01-10T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T19:37:40.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bridging the gap to the next post</title><content type='html'>i'm trying my best to get that 1st post of my japan trip up. but the stupid photos take like forever to be uploaded. so at the moment, try listening to this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMgeCcSyIGI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMgeCcSyIGI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yui. she's got great voice, the song's great, and she looks quite good too =) i think those who watch bleach most probably know this person or rather her voice. so, for the moment while waiting for my post to be up, listen to her song, CHE.R.RY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2753677476433462798?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2753677476433462798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2753677476433462798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2753677476433462798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2753677476433462798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/bridging-gap-to-next-post.html' title='bridging the gap to the next post'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-795684560365379704</id><published>2008-01-06T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T02:13:36.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tadaima!!</title><content type='html'>yeap, i'm finally back. kinda glad to be back too cause i don't think i really enjoyed my stay there fully... had hosts that weren't as generous as i thought they would be... maybe my expectations before going there is too high... though there are still some fun moments and great sceneries around, and most important of all.... LIQUOR EVERYDAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that's pretty much what i wanna say at the moment while i prepare for the massive updates. gimme some time, i shall blog about every single day that i had in Japan. so, stick around =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-795684560365379704?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/795684560365379704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=795684560365379704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/795684560365379704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/795684560365379704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2008/01/tadaima.html' title='tadaima!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-5230823348488068581</id><published>2007-12-23T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T21:22:45.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>writing something...</title><content type='html'>for nigel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the PS3 i saw was pretty expensive you know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40gb&gt;&gt; 38,800 yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20gbHDD&gt;&gt; 43,800 yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60gbHDD&gt;&gt; 53,800 yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me which one you need. then i ask my host parent to bring me there to buy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random stuffs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those handphones here are damn fucking cheap!!! i feel so tempted to buy one because they look damn nice and have so lot more better functions. but i guess it wouldn't work when i bring it back to malaysia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing that makes me regret is BUYING THE IPOD FROM THAT PC FAIR AND NOT BUYING IT HERE IN JAPAN!!!!! it's about 19,800 yen here in japan which makes it around 300 ringgit cheaper i guess??? just note that it is cheaper. that's more than enough to make me regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, I'VE BEEN ABLE TO DRINK ALCOHOL EVERYDAY EVER SINCE I REACHED MY HOST'S PLACE!!!! WOOOOOTTTT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i think that's enough. i need to get back to my room to write down what i did these few days or i'll forget everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-5230823348488068581?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5230823348488068581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=5230823348488068581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5230823348488068581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5230823348488068581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/writing-something.html' title='writing something...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2338133959148193874</id><published>2007-12-21T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T07:11:39.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the land of the rising sun</title><content type='html'>here i am in japan!!! you wouldn't know how excited i am man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a post to let all you guys out there know that i'm fine here in japan and if anyone sees this, please help me tell nigel that i'm still working on how to get that PS3 for him. and about those souvenirs, i'll try my best not to miss out on anyone. and i promise i'll blog big about this japan trip. i've got so much i wanna say but so little time. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, till the next time i get to use the com again, ciaoz. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2338133959148193874?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2338133959148193874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2338133959148193874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2338133959148193874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2338133959148193874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/from-land-of-rising-sun.html' title='from the land of the rising sun'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-6067072092954717551</id><published>2007-12-13T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T00:05:51.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an update before i go to japan</title><content type='html'>i said i'll be blogging about the shoes, hosts, and uni in the last post, right?? but i think i'll be writing more than what i planned to write earlier.... so here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first up, shoes. finally got my pair of new basketball shoes. i actually wanted to take a photo of it and show it to you guys who haven't seen it yet but the damn camera isn't anywhere to be found, so you guys will have to imagine how it looks like la =P. well, my basketball pals all seen it already though. haha. it cost me RM250 if i didn't remember it wrongly... it's a pair of Reebok shoes. i dunno why but i think i like Reebok basketball shoes. the price is reasonable and it can last for years. for example, my old pair of basketball shoes. i bought it when i was in form 2 and it lasted till today even though it has no grip anymore... but it's still usable la. just that i won't perform that well with it anymore haha. and one thing i have to say is, i feel like i'm taller after wearing the new shoes... dunno why leh... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, the letter about my hosts. for those who have been hanging out with me for the last few weeks, i think you guys can probably skip this part. i think i've told you guys before la. for those who didn't know, here's what it's all about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing- they look like they're DAMN rich... 1st host has a large tv and they really look like rich people. 2nd host looks like they have a big house or something. and a really big dog too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad thing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) both of my host parents are PRESIDENT for their own lions club in their district... so this means i'm might go to a lot of meetings to have a SPEECH or something... damn man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) both hosts are old people. my 1st host father is 72 and host mother is 66. second host father and mother is 60+. i can't remember la... but they're old people la. so, i'm wondering, what am i suppose to call them?? ojisan and obasan, or otousan and okaasan?? zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) the child of both my hosts are guys and they're also old. 1st host's son, 43 and his wife is also 43. they have a son some more which is 4 years old. the 2nd host has a 36 year old son. well, looking at the bright side, they might let me drink a lot of alcohol =P. but the bad thing here is, there's no young people!!! and most importantly, NO GIRLS!!!! ARGGGHHHH!!! you don't have daughter nevermind la, but no high school student in your family!!! i feel so sad la T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done with the family, and now to my application for uni. i was so damn blur man... only need to submit 2 pieces of paper and a cheque, and i go do so many things... damn sohai la... oh well, at least i'm finally an official university student now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the moment, i feel like i dunno what to do... i'm half excited and half nervous. my whole family are not around and i need to gau dim everything myself. that includes going to the airport on saturday... stress man... there are so many things i feel like i should bring and i also feel like i'll forget to bring some important things to Japan on saturday... fuck man... i'm damn scared that i'll miss out on something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way i'm having money problems now... my dad didn't gimme any money for my trip to Japan. so, now all the money that i'm going to spend in Japan is coming out from my account. which hurts me like crazy man... and not forgetting the iPod i bought during the PC fair. in total, i've took out around 3k plus this month itself... siao man... i guess i'm going to have to go back to yuk chai next year after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my hosts never even reply me... so, how am i suppose to know about them before i go?? and how am i suppose to know what to give them and how many gifts should bring?? damn stress la... i'm so stress that i don't know what i should do now... even owning in dota also can't release this stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyone who can gimme some advice, please do so. it may relieve me a bit. and those who wants souvenirs and your name is not in the souvenir list, let me know so i won't miss out on anyone. i'm flying on saturday, so let me know by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck on packing my stuffs guys... i really need it lol. and i don't think there'll be any post till january la. after i come back. unless they have a com over there and i may be able to update a little bit on what's happening. till the next post, sayonara!! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-6067072092954717551?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6067072092954717551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=6067072092954717551&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6067072092954717551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6067072092954717551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/12/update-before-i-go-to-japan.html' title='an update before i go to japan'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-9161641976664291212</id><published>2007-11-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:53:58.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year old</title><content type='html'>omg... my blog's one year old a week ago and i forgot about it... oh well, guess i'll have to pass the 'happy birthday blog!!!' thingy for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda busy these days so i'll probably update a bit soon but not today la. going out for yum cha session soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a brief insight to what i'm gonna blog about next time, got my new basketball shoes, got my letter of my host parents' details, and my offer letter from uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good and bad stuffs, all mixed up in those things above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-9161641976664291212?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/9161641976664291212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=9161641976664291212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/9161641976664291212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/9161641976664291212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-year-old.html' title='1 year old'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8135190015803350442</id><published>2007-11-16T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T13:06:26.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Free!!!!</title><content type='html'>woohoo!!! i'm finally free!!! at last!!! the days of being a teacher is over!!! i certainly hope i don't have to go back there again... it really is a living hell if the kids there go out of control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, my focus will shift to the Japan trip, which is about a month's time from now ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by the way, my bro scored straight As for his UPSR. that's 7 As man. congrats to the little boy and i'm really proud of him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's actually the graduation day for him today and i'd really wanted to post some photos since i haven't been posting any photos for a long time but the problem is i forgot to bring the damn camera... zzzzz..... so no photos la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even so, i'm just going to say that today's the best day of the week la. why?? 'cos I'M FREE FROM TEACHING!!!! NO MORE TEACHING FOR ME!!! NO MORE WAKING UP SO EARLY IN THE MORNING!! YAY!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8135190015803350442?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8135190015803350442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8135190015803350442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8135190015803350442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8135190015803350442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-free.html' title='I&apos;m Free!!!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3260788442833277939</id><published>2007-11-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T00:06:11.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm almost there...</title><content type='html'>just a simple update so that the blog won't look like it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days and i'm free from the misery of teaching... 99% of me is already planning NOT to go back there even if i have free time in the future. it's a living hell there taking care of children who go crazy everytime they see a relieve teacher entering their class... they're uncontrollable man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... so you guys might be thinking: 'then where does that 1% goes??' easy, if there was a MIRACLE, then i would go back to Yuk Chai to teach. simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and approximately one more month to go for the Japan trip. i dunno what i'm suppose to do now... buy jackets and stuffs for the winter?? buy something to bring over to give it to my host family?? get ready a list of what i want to do there?? get ready a 'souvenirs list'??? crap man... thinking about it now is so stress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shall start with the 'souvenirs list' la... hmm... other than souvenirs for my family, i don't think i need to get something for you people right?? i'm taking that as a 'no, we don't need any souvenirs la thank you.' from you guys since i don't hear anybody say anything now la. woohoo!! thanks!!! you all saved me a lot of money!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k la... i'm not a bad guy la. just drop your name in the comments so i will put your names into my list. only in the COMMENT part ar. not in the chatbox. and one person only gets one souvenir from me. no "can i have two or more??", or "i want to get one for my bf/gf can ar??", or "i don't like this one, can i have another one", or "why the one you gimme not as nice as the one you give him/her wan??" if got so much to complain then i'll take back what i gave you. *hardens my heart*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow... i'm such a fussy guy la haha. i'll accept your names from now till the 12th of December la. after that even if you wrote your name here, i won't bother to get you anything lor... *hardens my heart again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now i just hope no one sees this post)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3260788442833277939?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3260788442833277939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3260788442833277939&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3260788442833277939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3260788442833277939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-almost-there.html' title='I&apos;m almost there...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2721556419545060374</id><published>2007-10-26T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T00:08:52.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>children's day</title><content type='html'>yet another tiring day at the school... but i'm not actually tired of teaching... i'm tired because of eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno when's the real children's day, but the school decided to have it today. i was actually expecting it to be tiring controlling the kids, but it seems like i was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i entered one of the standard 4 classes, they were actually quite obedient. they weren't any good class but they were quite good. they discussed about how to arrange the tables and stuffs. and i helped them out arranging the tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the period is over, and after they finish saying 'thank you teacher', the monitor and assistant monitor invited me to eat at their class after recess when they actually begin the eating session. so, i pun say ok la, nothing to lose and something to gain ma. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during recess, some of the teachers also asked me to go over to their classes to eat. at that time, i thought it was so fun to have free food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but soon, i don't think that way anymore... you see, they were kids running around the teacher's office bringing their food and giving it to teachers. when some of them passed by me and offered me some food, i gladly took them. i didn't notice i took too much that after i ate all of them, i felt so full and i haven't even started going to those classes which invited me over... i began to regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i finish my rounds to those classes, i finally thought my nightmare was over, no need to eat anymore. well, as what i said earlier, there were still kids who roam around the teacher office bringing more and more food and placing them on the teachers' plates when their no there. i thought i was lucky to have avoided that as no kids went to place any food on my plate when i went to the toilet, but i was so damn wrong man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once they saw me sitting down, i knew they had their eyes set on me, as the victim, to get rid of all their food... they swarmed over me and asked me to take this take that... blah blah blah.... couldn't even reject their offer. ok la, at least some went away without saying anything, but the rest was pestering me to take their food... so damn cham man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, i was a bloated fella... ok la, i know i'm so skinny but i felt like my stomach was so big and i can't walk properly. i even have to loosen up my belt so that i won't feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least i had free lunch as there were still extra food on my plate. i tapau home to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice experience. even though i'm feel like vomiting at the end of the day as a result of eating too much. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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day'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-5278086365329504789</id><published>2007-10-17T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:32:16.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>filial and respect</title><content type='html'>first of all i just wanna say thank you to you all who had been trying to console me. i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, there's just something stuck in me that needs to be voiced out. as you all know, my grandma passed away. so, it's obviously that there's gonna be a funeral. and because the whole of the family except my family are Buddhists, we had no choice but to follow and let them have a Buddhist funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's not pleasant to say too much about other people's religion, so i'm not gonna say anything that'll anger people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since my family is the only Christian family around, we can't hold joss sticks to worship and prostrate in front of my deceased grandma. and we also didn't join the rest of the family when they're chanting some kind of Buddhist scriptures for my grandma. therefore, this caused some dissatisfaction to some of my other aunties (my father's brother's wives). i dunno if my other cousins felt the same way but i'm just gonna assume that they didn't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i heard was they said that we're not respecting our grandma and so... i didn't know who was it and no one really mentioned anything when we're there so we just let it be. unfortunately, on the day my grandmother was sent to the memorial park to be cremated, one of my younger cousin actually said that i was an unfilial grandson because i didn't hold a joss stick... at that moment, i was quite infuriated by what he said to me. how can i be unfilial to my grandmother who has loved me so much???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to slap him in the face at that very moment. but i only asked him, 'how many times have you went to visit grandma when she was still in the hospital?', 'who was the one who gave her a hug during her last moments?', and 'who was the one who dared sit beside her and hold her hand when she was about to leave us?'... and as we know, he couldn't answer me. and so, that was enough to shut his mouth la. but anyway, there's no hard feelings la. we are cousins after all... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no one dared to sit beside grandma or touch her because some 'na moh lou' said my grandma will exhale   poisonous gases when she dies. and i can't believe that the rest of them believed such nonsense...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's this one auntie who cries so badly when my grandma is going to be cremated. i'm not gonna say anything about her but if you feel like knowing why of all people and i notice her crying, you can ask me personally and i may tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the most important thing i wanna say here is, if you wanna be filial and respect your grandparents or parents or anyone, do it while they're still alive and not after they're dead. cause it's never gonna mean anything after they're dead. and appreciate their presence because they're never gonna be here forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-5278086365329504789?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5278086365329504789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=5278086365329504789&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5278086365329504789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5278086365329504789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/filial-and-respect.html' title='filial and respect'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8842545112765797725</id><published>2007-10-13T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T01:44:56.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my grandmother</title><content type='html'>this is a post specially dedicated to my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was the practically the most patient person i've ever known... she's a tough woman. she has brought up 8 kids on her own ever since my grandfather died at the age of 47. i wasn't even born then and my dad's still in secondary school, i think... anyway, it's a fact that she brought up 8 kids on her own and you know it definitely isn't easy for a woman to do that during that time, in the 70s. but, she's done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was her favourite grandson. she's been taking care of me ever since i was very young. and even after i left her when my parents took me back when i was 4, i called her almost everyday. but as time goes by, i call her lesser and lesser. i would call her only when i need someone to listen to me, when i need someone to talk to, and she's always there for me. slowly, i've begin to stop calling her. and i took things for granted. my hokkien starts to rust and soon, i could barely communicate with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, when her conditions wasn't looking good, i recall every good memories she gave me. and how she was always there for me when i need her... my tears just start to gather... but i held it in. 'cos she wasn't dead yet, i told myself, and she wouldn't want to see me cry either... i was basically the last one to talk to her before she had cardiac arrest. after the cardiac arrest, she wasn't able to talk anymore as a tube is placed in her mouth to support her breathing. her lungs were not functioning efficiently anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, my dad decided she needed to be brought back home so that she can have her final moments with us as we all know she would probably leave us soon. everyone else who couldn't hold back anymore cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she was brought back to my uncle's home, which is where she's living before anything happened, i can't help but put my arms around her, giving her one last hug. i know if i don't do this now, i'll never be able to hug her anymore. and the more i think about how she was there for me while i was younger back then, i just feel so useless. i want to be there for her. i want to hold her hand till she have her last breath, till her heart stops jumping. unfortunately, i didn't make it. the most i did was held her hand before she died and i let it go because one of my aunt said we shouldn't stay too near to her so that she would leave peacefully. all i could do was look at her breathe slowly, slowly, slowly... and finally when i thought she stopped breathing, i knew she wasn't here anymore... my grandmother is now gone, and i would never ever be able to talk to her anymore... my eyes are now blurred by my tears as i'm typing this... i can't hold it in anymore... the tears are just coming out by its own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there she goes, peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope she rest in peace. and i definitely hope she has listened to me when i told her to believe in Jesus Christ. so that at least she would be to go to heaven... but i can't confirm it as she wasn't able to speak anymore. her mouth was all spoilt because of all the ulcers. but i certainly hope she has listened to what i said... and i can do now is to believe in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who have prayed for my grandmother earlier when i sent out the message, thank you. a little miracle had happened to her because it was expected that she would die in about an hour's time after the drugs' effects wore off, but she was able to hang on for another 2 more hours. but unfortunately, it wasn't enough for my 3rd uncle to make it as he was rushing back from China... but it was good enough for us. the most important thing is that she left peacefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, and once more, rest in peace Ah Ma... i hope to see you in heaven one day and you'll always be in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8842545112765797725?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8842545112765797725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8842545112765797725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8842545112765797725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8842545112765797725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-grandmother.html' title='my grandmother'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4565766772728212625</id><published>2007-10-11T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:01:24.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>small miracle...</title><content type='html'>so yeah, things went well yesterday that i thought that everything's finally gonna be a lot better... seems like what i thought was way way wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything was well from yesterday till this afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i visited my grandma in the afternoon after finishing work at school. watched her did her dialysis and everything was OK. we talked a bit as my hokkien is already very rusty and i couldn't understand what she was trying to say that well... but i managed to make her laugh by telling her i dunno how to understand hokkien... then i left her for ICLS to register for a japanese class audrey introduced me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i went home and it was until about 6 o'clock, my dad called me. he said my grandma suddenly stopped breathing and her heart stopped beating for a few minutes... she was practically dead for a moment... i was so damn shocked man i tell you... but luckily the nurses managed to get her back and she was immediately admitted to ICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost the entire LEOW family went to the hospital to have a look at her... she was really in a bad shape... and her heart pressure just keep dropping... one of the nurse told my dad that she's now depending on a drug they used to keep her alive and the drug's effect will go off in 20 minutes time and it may be the end for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so bloody scared... i couldn't do anything but prayed for her... and finally my heart couldn't hold back anymore when i went in to look at her that i cried a few tears while telling her not to die out on me... i was her favourite grandson... and telling her that she mustn't die until she sees me married... until she get to carry my children...and miraculously, her heart beat rate increased a bit. and after the 20 minutes, her heart is still pumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really thank God for that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing i wanna say is, i hope nigel's dad will get well soon. he's dad is also having some troubles himself. hope that God would also help his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, i would like you guys to do me a favour. pray for my grandma please... and also for nigel's dad... i really hope everyone's gonna be OK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma's still in ICU and hope she gets out of there soon... God bless her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-4565766772728212625?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4565766772728212625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=4565766772728212625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4565766772728212625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4565766772728212625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/small-miracle.html' title='small miracle...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-6070323609455622656</id><published>2007-10-09T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T23:33:00.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the worst week ever...</title><content type='html'>sorry guys, but i'll have to do the tag sometime later 'cos now i think i'm having the worst week ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to begin with, on sunday, i wasn't able to bet to win 'cos nigel's in the hospital and i thought it would trouble him as he sounds like he has something to do in the hospital... i thought it's a good thing 'cos i thought at least i didn't have to lose this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it just get worse. yesterday, i was having a bad mood as my mum asked me to fetch my sis while i was playing WOW... i damn dulan 'cos she asks me to fetch my while she's so damn free there lying on the sofa. i have a game to play la and she has nothing to do. and she has to ask me to bring my sis back from the lrt station... ok, fine, i thought at least i can put my status as AFK in the game and went to pickup my sis... and the most frustrating part is, MY SIS HAVEN'T EVEN REACHED THE STATION AND SHE ASKED ME TO GO THERE AND PICK HER UP!!! fuck it la. she could've told me that my sis haven't reached the station and i can take my time. but no, she didn't told me that. she told me as though my sis was already waiting for a few hours... damn fucked up la... so, i decided that i would not go home from school until at least 5 p.m. and then came my dad, nagging me about visiting my grandma. i was in a bad mood then, and i told him i would visit my grandma till 5 p.m. at least everyday. you can imagine the way i spoke to my dad, i wasn't respecting him... so, he lectured me and then everyone got 'dulan-ed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least the conflict with my dad faded while i'm still a bit mad at my mum. it was because of her damn sloth that caused me to be frustrated and i ended up pissing off my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, today came.... i thought today would be better as i've planned to get the basketball shoe that i've been telling myself to buy for decades. but it turned out that today's a worse day than the one before... this morning, while i was dropping off my bro before i park my car, my bro didn't look back and opened the door and it hit a motorcyclist coming from behind. i was actually looking at that motorcycle coming but my mouth just couldn't get the words to my bro before he opened the door. and BAM!! my car's door hit the motorcycle and luckily, my bro haven't totally opened the door. if he had done so, the motorcyclist and his son would've flew out from their seats and an even worse thing would happen. the door hit the motorcycle's signal light casing and my car's door just got a little scratch. the fucking thing is, my bro just apologised once and he ran into the school leaving his shit here for me to solve. i was a little worried at first 'cos that man looked a bit angry and was complaining that it was my fault that i made the signal light casing break. however, i kept my cool and looked back at him and said that my car's door also got a scratch. i was giving him a mild glare just so that he wouldn't con me to pay him more for a little casing. and i also told him i'm just a teacher in the school and didn't have much cash with me. so, i ended up paying him just 5 bucks for that thing my BRO broke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i thought i'm lucky enough to have just paid so little to compensate for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came the worse part of today... while i was on my way to fetch my bro at about 7+ p.m. , my car just die out on me... i was just making a left turn at a junction and then the engined stopped. i was like 'WTF!!! the car mati engine!?!?' i tried to start the car again but it didn't work even after a few tries... so, had to get my dad to pick me up. luckily, i didn't stop at a busy road. if i was, i would be so gg-ed and causing a traffic jam and having other people cursed at me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you have it, my week is just getting from bad to worse each day. i'm just hoping that tomorrow would get better... or maybe this is what i have to go through after having winning some small money from betting, to balance out my luck... but i feel that what i'm going through these few days is a little too much... this luck better improve on the days that i'm betting or i'm going to be so dead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-6070323609455622656?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6070323609455622656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=6070323609455622656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6070323609455622656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6070323609455622656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/worst-week-ever.html' title='the worst week ever...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1838575162517254893</id><published>2007-10-01T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T14:38:07.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kelong!!! huat!!!</title><content type='html'>woohoo!!! finally!!! it's my turn to win money now!! thanks nigel!!! if it wasn't for you, i wouldn't have won those money. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all have to update i guess. otherwise, it's more of those kids stories from school. till i have something interesting to write about, you guys will have to stick with this short update. hehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1838575162517254893?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1838575162517254893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1838575162517254893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1838575162517254893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1838575162517254893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/10/kelong-huat.html' title='kelong!!! huat!!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1687356184736755572</id><published>2007-09-23T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T04:09:47.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>difficult teaching...</title><content type='html'>i suppose it's about time i updated a bit la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been so damn tired teaching kids... and i really need to mention this.... those kids are FUCKING DUMB... sorry la, i'm not trying to be mean but i really can't take it la. ok, maybe it's just 2 kids that are fucking dumb in that class, but the others are really not much better than these 2 dumb kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine, a standard 6 kid who doesn't even know how to pronounce 'da' or 'fa' or 'ga' etc in malay... that's really a disaster man... then there's another kid who doesn't even know 'ABC' well.... there's this once when i asked him to write 'V' for me... guess what he wrote... an 'L'... then when i asked him to write 'L', he wrote 'F' or something like that as long as it's not 'L'... and i have to face them everyday from 7.25 to 9.55 a.m. really vomit blood la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of those shits la. now, i shall thank jie and ping for inviting me over to the party. the food was fabulous!! jie's mum cooking really is damn nice la. anyway, the main point is, hope both of you have a safe journey to ireland and UK. and when you all come back, must have another party so i can savour those syok food again. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1687356184736755572?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1687356184736755572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1687356184736755572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1687356184736755572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1687356184736755572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/difficult-teaching.html' title='difficult teaching...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4012366037466703460</id><published>2007-09-13T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:13:34.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've made it through</title><content type='html'>after months and months of worries, I"VE FINALLY GOT MY LETTER!!!! WOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so  bloody thrilled when congning told me she got my letter and i was wondering whether i got it or not just before i went home from school. i asked my bro to look for a letter addressed to me but he only found a letter about some property which i've already saw a few days ago... then my bro said he didn't see any other letters addressed to me... i was like 'wtf!! i don't get to go to japan??!! omg!! i'm so fucking killing myself...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i had to make sure if the letter's really not there or not, i don't believe i didn't get it while the others got it. that's why i went out of the car, with the car keys still attached, and the engine still running, into my house to search for the letter properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and TAHDAA!!! the letter is apparently on the table which my bro didn't look at. to see that letter, seriously, i'm damn bloody happy. i've been wanting to go there ever since form 4 but didn't really do anything about it until my sis went last year and i've vow to myself that i'll go this year too. so, finally, i'm already virtually there. wondering and imagining the fun things i'm gonna do and leng luis i'm going to meet. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is it!! i'm gonna work hard on my japanese this time!! no more staring into thin air while the teacher's teaching and start doing the practices i have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-4012366037466703460?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4012366037466703460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=4012366037466703460&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4012366037466703460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4012366037466703460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/09/ive-made-it-through.html' title='i&apos;ve made it through'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1949173954804178757</id><published>2007-08-31T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:47:33.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new record</title><content type='html'>yet again, no redang blog... too lazy la... so i'll have you refer to li ling's blog la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is basically a pointless post. i'm updating 'cos kinz sudah complain there in the cbox... don't really have much to update actually... so i'll talk about my dota killing record la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a few hours ago, i've got a 26-7 using storm spirit. (to those who don't understand what is 26-7, it means i got 26 kills and 7 deaths)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got divine for myself and owning all the way on kills... until i got too geng, the opposition team decided they have to kill me first... being a 'taufu' hero, i didn't do anything about my hp and just pumped on damage... in the end, it got me killed and i lost the game.... another teammate of mine is having a 25-9.... so you can imagine how disappointed i was... just that i have a leaver in my team la, but that doesn't matter... it's just our teamwork sucks la, but i don't understand how we manage so many kills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that's a new record for me. 26 kills... my last highest kill was 25, so i've made a new record for myself!!! so, aren't you proud of me?? lol... and breaking my own record on national day is just amazing la, don't you think??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to real life, i'm teaching in yuk chai again... yea, you can imagine how much sleep i've lost 'cos i have to wake up early in the morning as i normally sleep at around 2... however, the kids i'm teaching this time is much more obedient. i'm teaching a standard 4 class mandarin, maths in english and mandarin, geography, and PJK and 3 standard 6 classes music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to rub your eyes... yes, i'm teaching MUSIC, and there's no typo or anything wrong with your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, gonna finish teaching on next friday. so after that, i dunno what i'm going to do again while waiting for that reply letter from the Lion's club.... i'm so damn nervous la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, Selamat Hari Merdeka!! (i'm not a very patriotic guy but have to give face la, since today is the day Malaysia got its independence.....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1949173954804178757?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1949173954804178757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1949173954804178757&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1949173954804178757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1949173954804178757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-record.html' title='new record'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-5778668256134641244</id><published>2007-08-18T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:17:05.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sayonara!!</title><content type='html'>in a few hours time, the YE i'm hosting, yumi, will be leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to be honest, i do feel a bit sad... but i hope i'll get the green light to go to japan then maybe i'll be able to visit her then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the food she made for us and the fun she brought us. it's been nice to have her here but all have to end after she leave... i certainly hope she'll keep in touch with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry to those expecting a post on redang, i'm just to busy and lazy to blog about it for now... still no mood to blog long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sorry to j wong for not being able to celebrate your birthday with the other guys... hope you guys had fun without me and happy birthday man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-5778668256134641244?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5778668256134641244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=5778668256134641244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5778668256134641244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5778668256134641244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/sayonara.html' title='sayonara!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1055547565972355006</id><published>2007-08-16T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:08:51.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed up feelings</title><content type='html'>my results were out.... looked at the results and was quite happy with it... 3 As and 1 B.... not bad eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, after calculating the total marks of my bio... i just needed 4 more marks!!! to get 4 As!!! wtf man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.... and another thing is, most of the people i know had 4 As... i feel kinda sad... 'cos another 4 more marks and i'll be happy-ing with them!!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, who cares about it now... all i hope for now is that there's a neat university that wants to take me and maybe give me scholarship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe some of you out there thinks i'm stupid to be sad over not getting my 4 As... well, when you just need another 4 or less marks to get 4 As, you won't say that anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1055547565972355006?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1055547565972355006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1055547565972355006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1055547565972355006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1055547565972355006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/messed-up-feelings.html' title='messed up feelings'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-351502966593399082</id><published>2007-08-11T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T16:09:47.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YE camp (part 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on the final day, we basically have nothing to do anymore... so, what should we do when there's nothing to do anymore and with so many YEs swarming around the whole place??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OF COURSE IS SNAP SHOTS WITH THEM LA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, the snapping session begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999391_5044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999391_5044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L to R: ryosuke, hiroyuki, hiroya, giovanni, junpei. the one behind geovanni is naoto and mikio i think...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999392_5459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999392_5459.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that's me and narumi, jung king's YE &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999396_7137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999396_7137.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i don't know the jap girls' name next to me, so i'll just leave this photo la... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999394_6285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's wendy there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999382_1167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999382_1167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L to R: me, quentin, and mark. quentin is a french, so i don't think most of you would be able to pronounce his name properly... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999384_1969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999384_1969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; L to R: me, audrey, and my sis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999388_3713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999388_3713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the crazy group of people... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999383_1577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999383_1577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i look like some idiot here... shan min in the middle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999390_4538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999390_4538.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;L to R: giovanni, JJ, ryosuke, and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then, we paused the photo taking for the prize giving ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999397_7555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999397_7555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; naoto for the best male prize&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999398_7969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999398_7969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this french girl got the best female prize. her name's axelle. (thnx shan min ^^)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999400_8760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999400_8760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mark representing his group to take the best group performance prize&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999399_8361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999399_8361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and junpei representing his group for the best group prize&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999404_394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the best group&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999412_6049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my group. only second to the group above =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;with the prize giving ceremony over, we're back to snapping shots again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999426_8366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the Leos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999424_7513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999424_7513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L to R: ayumi, me, chie. the 2 girls here quite cute leh, don't you think? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999418_6256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999418_6256.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, sue ann, sis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999416_5422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my YE, yumi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999423_7075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999423_7075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L to R: konami, me, maki&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after everything is over, we left port dickson for putrajaya to visit this mosque which i thought was a waste of time as we can't actually enter the mosque 'cos we're non-muslims. so, just stood around the outside of the mosque and took some photos of the surroundings and the mosque. nothing really special to me though. so no pics for that la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and that's all for the YE camp...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;next: redang trip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it'll take me some time to update about redang la. but i'll try my best to update fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-351502966593399082?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/351502966593399082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=351502966593399082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/351502966593399082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/351502966593399082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/ye-camp-part-3.html' title='YE camp (part 3)'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3564440043383160219</id><published>2007-08-11T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:54:56.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YE camp (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when everyone's done with their breakfast, we're had some telematch. i don't know which team really won but it was fun. don't have the photos 'cos i didn't bring the cam along with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and again after the telematch is over, we went and swim again. this time, the jap girls joined in... hehehe... not talking much about it since i don't have the photos again. i'll have to get it from the Leos yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after lunch, we had a 'wayang kulit making' activity...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the Leos demonstrated their piece of work, we're asked to make a show of our own this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;using cardboards, papers, strings and tapes, we somehow made up this wayang kulit with a storyline about doraemon... i know it's lame.... you don't have to tell me about it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, my sis forgotten to take a snap of what my group made, so i'll only be able to show you those shows made by other groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999244_5141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999246_5834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999249_6672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;not bad hor?? this is the first time everyone's making this, so if some of you think it sucked, give face a bit, don't comment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;after everyone has their show finished, we had this indian art thingy... i've forgotten what it was called but maybe some of you can tell me what it is. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll just show you the photos la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999256_8604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's my YE with her drawings ( i dunno what you call them, but i'll just call them as drawings at the moment la...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999250_6930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a Leo drawing for a jap girl. her drawing looks so pro...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999252_7462.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a Leo with his butterfly on the chest. and if you think this is funny, check out the next one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999253_7734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999254_8068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me introduce you the jap guy here. he's called Naoto and he labelled 'bahaya' himself there but another Leo went and wrote 'kecil' for him... lol. the funniest part is, he was so proud that 'kecil' was written there and went around showing everyone... =.=" ok la, he didn't understand it, so we decided to cancel off the 'kecil' later and wrote 'besar' for him. =P&lt;/p&gt;after that, everyone went and prepared for the performance that each group is suppose to show that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are some photos of the perfromance by some groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999273_5408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999269_4211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sf2p/v108/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999287_9547.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;the 3rd photo here is the performance by the Leos, and of course, it was the best among any performance by any group there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;at about 10.30, after everything's over, we hit the pool again... at the same time, there was also a prize giving ceremony going on at the side of the pool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;we were all trying to be as quiet as possible until the girls joined us again... and here comes the funny part, when the jap girls in their bikini came into the pool, i think those uncles which are at the prize giving ceremony mentioned had their eyes looking towards the pool. and suddenly, the MC said, 'uncle uncle semua, kami punya hadiah kat sini la. bukan kat swimming pool...'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;immediately, those of us in the pool who understood that laughed... and we also explained it to the japanese and europeans there. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;so, that's it for day 2. part 3 which will be shorter is coming up soon. to be continued...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(p/s: i was told by shan min those drawing things are called Henna... so when you all read, just replace drawings with Henna la...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3564440043383160219?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3564440043383160219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3564440043383160219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3564440043383160219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3564440043383160219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/ye-camp-part-2.html' title='YE camp (part 2)'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8576821045971199659</id><published>2007-08-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T14:35:36.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YE camp (part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;now that i've recharged my energy again, i'll start off with what happened at the YE camp i've went to from the 3rd to 5th of august.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with the first day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shortly after we've reached the resort, we had our lunch, unpack stuffs in our rooms and then gathered for some activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first activity of the day was: fashion show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we were asked to use newspaper, tapes, plastic bags and tissue papers to make clothes for the representative of our group to wear. the trick here is, if the a guy is representing the group, he'll have to be wearing girl's clothes and the same for a girl, where the girl will have to wear a guy's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so, after 30 minutes of hardwork by our group, we have this jap guy here wearing what our group members made him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999138_9537.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; me and hiroyuki. he was quite reluctant to be the representative actually. but after some persuasion, he gave in. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999139_9909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999140_358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;some other groups' models &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999153_5353.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; look at this girl... and what she's holding there... =.=" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after all the models have done their cat walk, we moved on to our next activity. cultural games in malaysia.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999164_8969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999162_8616.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;had so much fun playing =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then we were given time to rest before our dinner starts. so, yea, the jap guys were asking everyone to swim at the pool there. and so, almost every single guy in the camp went swimming. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;in the pool, those guys are so damn crazy.... they made several somersaults, and then some guy pretend he's drowned and the rest was planning to make tsunami by asking every single person there is at the pool to jump in together... we've even made 'the human building' with 3 levels... i don't understand why i even joined in to be insane with them.... don't have those pool photos with me though.... will get them from the Leos soon when i see them again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;after dinner, it was cultural night. not much to say 'cos i've got photos to show!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999167_161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;here, we have junpei, the samurai XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999172_2858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there's he's mark there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999168_602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;takuya next to me there. he's the only jap guy who finished the spicy soup served there. a truely amazing jap here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999173_3370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the people wearing malaysian cultural clothes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999178_5449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;funny.... they look like they're scuffling here... but actually they're just arranging themselves there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999198_3163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and some of the jap girls here =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999196_2425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me, my sis with the red shirt there and the norwegian girls.&lt;/p&gt;with the cultural night ended, we returned to our rooms. and since the japs are here, i'm not going to waste this chance to play daifugou with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999218_7607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm taking this photo 'cos i've won the game and they haven't XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-sctm/v115/42/101/568685380/n568685380_999223_9307.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;a group photo of the newfound daifugou kakis&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;since this is such a long post, i'll split it up la. to be continued...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8576821045971199659?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8576821045971199659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8576821045971199659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8576821045971199659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8576821045971199659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/ye-camp-part-1.html' title='YE camp (part 1)'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-114183445948354695</id><published>2007-08-10T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:33:02.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home (II)</title><content type='html'>so, yea... this time, it's really home sweet home.... even though i said i'll be updating about the youth exchangee camp in the time i'm back from redang, just can't find the mood la.... so tired.... so lazy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the reason i'm saying that 'this time, it's really home sweet home', that's because the trip to and from redang was so damn tiring for me... and i don't understand how those other people who went with me were so damn hyper... espescially khai xiang, yin mun and li ling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap.... now i'll have too much to post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shouldn't update at all... i'll just write 'refer to ling's or hashie's blog' or something like that la... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so damn tired....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-114183445948354695?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/114183445948354695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=114183445948354695&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/114183445948354695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/114183445948354695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-sweet-home-ii.html' title='home sweet home (II)'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8757959663255658168</id><published>2007-08-06T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:57:56.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>i'm back from the YE camp which was at port dickson. man, it was fun. seeing leng luis in their swimwear, playing games, talking shit with those YEs.... and more... it was really fucking fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just posting this up so to give you some suspense on what i've done at the camp and so that you guys won't complain that i didn't update... well, this is actually as bad as not updating though... but who cares, as long as i wrote something and posted it up, it's updated to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those pics will take me a long time if streamyx is still in it's bad shape 'cos i've got a LOT of pics to be uploaded... unless i decide to only post a few.... then it wouldn't be fun for you people anymore la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, be patient and wait for the next update. it should be full of pics, i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i'm going to pack up my stuffs ready for redang. bloody excited now even though i'm still tired from the YE camp...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, will be back on friday morning... so til then, ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8757959663255658168?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8757959663255658168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8757959663255658168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8757959663255658168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8757959663255658168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3571787063147963425</id><published>2007-08-02T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T03:46:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>here she comes!!</title><content type='html'>in about 15 hours time, i'll be at the airport fetching the jap girl i'm hosting to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, to tell you the truth, i don't really feel excited or some sort. i just hope that she'll have a nice time while she's staying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that, we'll be heading to the youth camp organised by the lion's club for the youth exchangee and the host families. due to this reason, i can't be able to attend to ling's birthday 'drinking' party.... i really feel bad to be not able to go... i really do.... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even though another part of me is just feeling bad for not being able to drink... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm just gonna be wishing you earlier, li ling. happy birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're reading this on your birthday and not today, as in the 3rd of august and not on the 2nd. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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comes!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-5112231273412976338</id><published>2007-07-26T15:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:02:14.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of being a teacher (part 1)</title><content type='html'>it's finally over!!! my days of being a malay teacher in yuk chai is gone. got my pay 2 days earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092471891227506402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RqwYNDlG9uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jn-7LuEryo0/s320/cheque.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i dunno if u can see it but it says 500 there at the cheque. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;just worked for 12 days actually and it's only half-day everytime. so 500 bucks is quite a good pay la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;very very tiring at the final minutes of my class... that's because this good standard 6 class i'm teaching just went out of control.... i shouted and shouted but none of them listened. however, i was lucky that one of the teacher from another block finally can't stand the noise and she went over to my class and all the kids in the class got a nice scolding from her. hahaha then i told the kids 'padan muka'. good thing is, i don't have to stand anymore of the noise after that cause they're all scared of that teacher already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;below shall be the photos of the kids from the class i liked. they're the best of the best in the whole standard 5. even though they're still naughty at times, but at least they're way better than any other class i taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093804808558016242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RrDUfDlG9vI/AAAAAAAAAIU/HyM6m3XVVHc/s320/small+kids+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the guys of a standard 5 class i taught.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1001/977476850_cb21de053d_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;these are the girls...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i think you know the answer to why the guys and girls have to take their photos with me seperately la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok... maybe some of you might not know, so i'll explain la. you know, kids at the age of 10 to 12 have this thought of 'guys don't get along with girls and the girls hate the guys a lot' thing. so, that's why they're taking photos seperately la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;to end this post, i'll show you the pic below which taken when i was teaching half way through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1345/977189722_a3c2873931_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;damn obidient right?? told you Cikgu Leow here is a pro even though he has trouble with kids sometimes =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;(p/s i've dated this post way back to the 26 'cos it's when i started writing about this post. but he pics just won't load... but finally got it up now even though 2 photos have bad resolution... well, who cares, as long as you can get an idea of how the kids are, that's enough.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-5112231273412976338?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5112231273412976338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=5112231273412976338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5112231273412976338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5112231273412976338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/end-of-being-teacher-part-1.html' title='end of being a teacher (part 1)'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RqwYNDlG9uI/AAAAAAAAAIM/jn-7LuEryo0/s72-c/cheque.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1627234021505269693</id><published>2007-07-22T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:58:21.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>woa... i can't believe this is my 100th post. gg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 4 days more to endure.... 4 days.... but it seems so long to me... dunno why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then another 11 more days till the Japanese girl come to my house. and another 15 more days to redang trip. just can't wait till that time comes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to plan where to bring the girl to jalan-jalan la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to update. just writing here so that i reach my 100th post. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1627234021505269693?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1627234021505269693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1627234021505269693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1627234021505269693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1627234021505269693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3075992333402806479</id><published>2007-07-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T00:01:20.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tanjoubi omedeto</title><content type='html'>if you're wondering what the title means, it means happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and who's birthday is it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's andrew's. so, just wishing him a happy 19th birthday. and thanks for asking me to the dinner. =)  (if you're reading this)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3075992333402806479?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3075992333402806479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3075992333402806479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3075992333402806479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3075992333402806479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/tanjoubi-omedeto.html' title='tanjoubi omedeto'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1690213661454977691</id><published>2007-07-16T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:22:46.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never knew...</title><content type='html'>guess what, i'm a temporary teacher at yuk chai now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what i'm teaching??? BM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you must be thinking, 'ZS!!!??? TEACHER??!!! TEACH BM SOME MORE!!??? HAHAHAHA!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea... i'm really teaching at yuk chai now. and it's damn bloody stressful. everyday have to think what to teach those young ones. and i also met a few of my teachers who taught me when i was in primary school. and the most important shit of all is, i finally knew how hard it is to be a good teacher... when i told this to some of my teachers, they laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another funny shit is, the teachers in the staff room are like....damn bitchy. lol. forgive me la. i can't really think of any word to describe them anymore. seriously, when they're in class, i always think that they're damn strict and serious. but when i looked at them in the staff room, i was like LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to suffer til 26th of july... and now, i'm running out of ideas to teach those kids... some of them are even so naughty that they don't listen to me... haiz... i guess i'm just a bad teacher...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1690213661454977691?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1690213661454977691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1690213661454977691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1690213661454977691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1690213661454977691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-never-knew.html' title='i never knew...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3679269710791283914</id><published>2007-07-14T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:02:15.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bon odori!!!</title><content type='html'>o yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been waiting for it for quite some time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm there once again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;at matsushita stadium...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BON ODORI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there more people compared to last year. a lot more. too crowded. TOO many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, was lucky to bump into cze wien, michelle and andrew. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this time, saw damn a lot of lala locals man... got nothing to say... too bloody lala.... urgh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;snapped some shots. here they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087090098490226162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Rpj5ffTqtfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/euXIS9t9Xig/s320/IMG_3205+(Large).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087703544374146562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RpsnavTqtgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FEGM1PpjTpY/s320/IMG_3218+(Large)+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087704076950091282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Rpsn5vTqthI/AAAAAAAAAH8/bIwRqPK-P38/s320/IMG_3222+(Large)+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087704497856886306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RpsoSPTqtiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/L93JtgVirxs/s320/IMG_3236+(Large)+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's it la. i didn't bring my cam so this is the most i can get. if i got my cam.... there would be dozens of pics... =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nevermind ler.... still got YE farewell dinner!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3679269710791283914?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3679269710791283914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3679269710791283914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3679269710791283914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3679269710791283914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/bon-odori.html' title='bon odori!!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Rpj5ffTqtfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/euXIS9t9Xig/s72-c/IMG_3205+(Large).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-6998882142063515086</id><published>2007-07-06T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T10:29:03.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first.....</title><content type='html'>KARAOKE SESSION!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time, i've always thought that karaoke is boring. but now, after i've tried it out, i find it extremely syok!! woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was actually a so-called farewell party for....erm....how should i say this....ok, a farewell party for 2 of my colleagues in my dad's office. well, considering that i've worked with them before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, it was just pure fun. nothing else but laughter and making fun of each other. and the food was delicious too. *&lt;em&gt;yum yum yum&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't really got those pics yet. but if i can get them, i'll post some on here la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-6998882142063515086?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6998882142063515086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=6998882142063515086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6998882142063515086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6998882142063515086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-first.html' title='my first.....'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8863166342033859197</id><published>2007-07-05T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:02:17.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom, wedding dinner ,and work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;was so busy til i don't even have time to blog about prom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why busy ar?? haiz... dad la...force me to go work... i haven't even finish enjoying my holidays!!! and he starts to ask me to work... damn tiring everyday... wanna play WOW also cannot. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, prom was....hmmmm.... great should be the right word la. i'm too lazy to elaborate though... so i'll let some of the photos here do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083731475762344722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Ro0K16pJcxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pkPDbcQld7A/s320/DSC03382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;l--r: hashie, kelvin, me , jing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083732725597827874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Ro0L-qpJcyI/AAAAAAAAAG0/vDFRiE-TTJI/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and arathy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083735362707747634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Ro0OYKpJczI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Q5Jtn2o89e8/s320/DSC03379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l--r: nigel, me, wai onn, andrew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083737583205839682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Ro0QZapJc0I/AAAAAAAAAHE/C3a1uiHIxKM/s320/DSC03383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and li ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083740125826478930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Ro0StapJc1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/gxi9dv5nRoc/s320/DSC03387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;clockwise from top left: hashie. li ling, jing, marie, jeremy, yin mun, joshua, me, zaza, arathy, zuriana, jamal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083743286922408802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Ro0VlapJc2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/N-NaWmAoTv0/s320/DSC03396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and the prom queen, sukanya&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083744541052859250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Ro0WuapJc3I/AAAAAAAAAHc/xPpT4UL_KRo/s320/DSC03532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;l--r: jing, arathy, ling, me, hashie, and oli&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i think that's all the photos i'm going to upload. it took me damn long just to upload all these... zzz...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then it's my cousin's wedding dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i guess i'm patient enough to upload ONE more photo la...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083748135940486018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Ro0Z_qpJc4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5X9u8BlWK_g/s320/DSC03443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so this is my cousin and his wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and that's it la.. working is just too tiring... i wanna WOW... T_T&lt;/p&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/1352510842417251258-8863166342033859197?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8863166342033859197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8863166342033859197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8863166342033859197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8863166342033859197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/07/prom-wedding-dinner-and-work.html' title='prom, wedding dinner ,and work...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Ro0K16pJcxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/pkPDbcQld7A/s72-c/DSC03382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1074596613964361254</id><published>2007-06-30T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:49:13.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye to 2 friends</title><content type='html'>one of them would be juzer who has left this morning for tanzania, his home country. and another is wai ee, who is going to aussie today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope all would be well during your flight and reach your destination safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to juzer, remember to get some nice stuffs from tanzania and show them to me if you have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wai ee, when you come back, even though i said hokkien mee for you, it doesn't mean u don't have to gimme anything at all. *evil grins* souvenirs la of course!!! hehe. maybe a boomerang would do. and if you happen to have a chance to go to perth, screw weny for me would 'ya?? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i wasn't a very good friend to both of you, i do hope you had fun when you were with me. =) God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1074596613964361254?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1074596613964361254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1074596613964361254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1074596613964361254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1074596613964361254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye-to-2-friends.html' title='goodbye to 2 friends'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4752172705341449075</id><published>2007-06-27T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:02:17.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very very bad experience....again.</title><content type='html'>this time, it really is bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember before this i just got conned. this time, i lost my wallet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dumb thing is, i left it in my car and forgot to take it out yesterday after fetching my bro back from tuition. and the dumbest thing is, i forgot to LOCK the car... i guess the person who stole my wallet was thinking that this is some free treat for him. i think it is la, looking at how careless i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed hard so that i could at least get back my IC and my driving license. these are the 2 out of 3 most important things in my wallet. the third item missing is my ATM card which still can be blocked to prevent that person who stole my wallet from getting the money though i think he'll have a hard time figuring out my pin code...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, while i was reporting the case at the police station, this indian man came in with my wallet. and the 2 items which i prayed hard for to be in my wallet was still inside. i really thank God for this. i'm so going to church this sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have so many bad things happening to me in this one month, it was really tough. and when i thought i was free from the shackles of exam and to have fun at last,  this happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from this time onwards, i'm not going to be careless anymore... i'll never be as dumb as i am now... to forget to lock the car and leave my wallet behind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-4752172705341449075?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4752172705341449075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=4752172705341449075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4752172705341449075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4752172705341449075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/very-very-bad-experienceagain.html' title='a very very bad experience....again.'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8214590469340527612</id><published>2007-06-26T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T03:46:37.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's over!!!</title><content type='html'>so, this is it!! i'm done with a-levels!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like a bird flying freely in the sky now,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like as if those heavy weights on my shoulders all disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm an electron liberated from the orbital after gaining enough energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the games is officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be drinking, dota-ing, sleeping, playing, and many more EXCEPT for studying. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8214590469340527612?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8214590469340527612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8214590469340527612&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8214590469340527612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8214590469340527612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-over.html' title='it&apos;s over!!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3130006856100397242</id><published>2007-06-19T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:26:11.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biology breakdown</title><content type='html'>there you go. yet another nightmare. again, it was disastrous. i can't believe that paper was so time-consuming and there's totally no time for me to think how to answer those questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i think i wasted to much time on describing the non-cyclic photophosphorylation part, i still don't think that my time management was bad. those bloody questions were mostly woth 2 or 3 marks. and to answer questions with such high marks, i need to AT LEAST write in 3 points... BUT, that is not the case for most questions. evaluation is required too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, because of this, i have to spend so much time on writing out my answers which were about 4 to 5 lines long at least. then there was this 6 marks question. how am i suppose to analyse the graph, think of my answers, and write out all my points and evaluations for that damn question in a short time?? as expected, i spent about 10 minutes on that question and noticing that i only had half an hour to answer about 3 questions behind which have so much (a), (b), and (c) with part (i), (ii), (iii) in those (a), (b), (c) questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to worsen up the matter, those bloody questions require so much thinking in order to answer them. and my time was running out, FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many questions to answer, so much thinking to do, so much to write, and the most important part, SO DAMN CIBAI LITTLE TIME LEFT FOR ME!!!! how the fuck am i suppose to answer all of those questions in so little time left??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one and only way, crap my way throughout any questions i see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz... now, i can only see my 'A' for my bio fly away. and i was actually hoping to score high for this paper as i've already screwed up my W2 paper and i'm not expecting a high figure to appear on my result slip for bio unit 6 while i need at least 70% for both papers... fuck la.... i don't think any university wants me anymore....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3130006856100397242?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3130006856100397242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3130006856100397242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3130006856100397242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3130006856100397242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/biology-breakdown.html' title='biology breakdown'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-5548344326101457568</id><published>2007-06-18T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:01:34.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellfire in the exam hall</title><content type='html'>yeah... it was hell. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; maths.... it was really a nightmare. i can't believe i actually can't find the substitute for 2^x when it was so obvious... and the bloody differentiation question was supposed to be free marks for me but i screwed the whole thing up and did everything the wrong way... thought i was correct when i finally found a way to solve the question but it seems all too wrong when i found 2 of the answers to be so far apart when they're suppose to be more or less the same... now i can only hope that my stats 2 paper can come out showing the big 90% then i won't have to worry about C4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then chem was another horrendous paper. well, it wasn't really a very hard paper but with all those careless mistakes that i've made, i don't think i'm gonna get high scores for my chem. i'm just hoping that i scored enough for the 'A' to appear in my result slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is bio... and i just hope i won't be as stupid as today to overlook so many things that will cause me to lose unnecessary marks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so stupid now...haiz....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-5548344326101457568?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5548344326101457568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=5548344326101457568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5548344326101457568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5548344326101457568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/hellfire-in-exam-hall.html' title='hellfire in the exam hall'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4758697438586660939</id><published>2007-06-17T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T16:29:20.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloody unlucky</title><content type='html'>fuck man... of all houses, this fucking man came to my house. he said i was supposed to let him in and spray some pesticide. i didn't let him in though i went out and talked to him. after talking to him, he said something about Aedes and i need to let him come in to spray the pesticide. so, ok la, i let him in. then suddenly, he asked me to sign some receipt paper. the next moment, he asked me for 80 bucks. i was quite reluctant to pay him but he keep saying about staying behind the house for 15 minutes and close the front glassdoor of my house. and in the end, i don't even know why i was so stupid to pay him that 80 bucks and let him sprayed the pesticide....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the fuck man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought every houses got sprayed cause my neighbour let him in also. but after he finished doing my house, he just left!!! fucker!!! i thought he just told me that every house here needs to be sprayed!!! and just a moment ago, i got screwed by my dad. fuck it man. i feel so dumb now to be conned by him. 80 bucks wei... that money i can eat a lot of food already, and that cibai just conned me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell, i hope he fucking got caught by the police for conning people's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting conned on a birthday, i don't know i should call this a happy birthday or not... maybe it's a mistake i had to learn from la. dealing with conmen. and what an expensive mistake it was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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unlucky'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2360625734182638158</id><published>2007-06-17T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:02:17.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will i survive??</title><content type='html'>had the YE (wai ee, if you're reading this, the YE here does not mean you) test and interview and skipped C4 extra class. and i was a bit disappointed with the interviewer... i dunno why but he only took about 15 minutes to interview me while the others was like more than half an hour. and i think that fella missed out on some questions. was it on purpose or did he just forgotten??? if it was on purpose, then i think i'm so screwed... haih.... there goes my trip to Japan.... T_T but i wanna go to Japan.... no matter what this year is the best year for me to go. if i can't go this year, i'll be so screwed up.... even though i thought i've impressed the interviewer, i hope he didn't purposely 'forget' to ask me the rest of the questions... all i can do now is pray hard and focus on my damn exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wanna thank pat, gee, yobi and j wong for getting me that shirt even though i think it's a little too tight. lol. to those who remembered and wished me 'happy birthday', thank you, even though i might not have a happy birthday for the moment as the nightmare week starts off with chem and maths....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now to show off something i'm proud of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076740633777763538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RnQ0tW0ddNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-QJjYA5amuU/s320/46+sec.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dunno if u can see it or not but i finished solitaire at 46 sec. pro leh???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and finally my birthday wish.... hmm.... i think it's best not to tell anyone eh?? if not it won't come true hor??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;will do your tag hashie.. soon... now lazy to think. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;edited: added the other 2 fellas names to the present they gave me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2360625734182638158?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2360625734182638158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2360625734182638158&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2360625734182638158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2360625734182638158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/will-i-survive.html' title='will i survive??'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RnQ0tW0ddNI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-QJjYA5amuU/s72-c/46+sec.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-5832258788531616020</id><published>2007-06-04T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:36:33.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>telling the truth</title><content type='html'>so damn bloody dulan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we're in primary school or maybe kindergarten, our teachers used to teach us that when we found something a person has lost, we must tell that person and return it to that person, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, my aunt found this dog around my area. it was a nice dog and from the look of it, i knew that the dog must've cost a lot of money to buy. so for the first few days, my parents allowed it to stay in my house until the owner passes by our house and claim it back. but there was no one who claim the dog. so, my aunt, who thought it was adorable, took it back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the problem starts here. a moment ago, a woman passed this flyer about a missing dog to me 'cos she thought the description resembles the dog which my was having. and i noticed that the flyer has Sashi's house number on it. so i called that number and told his brother (Sashi wasn't at home) that i think i found their dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my grandfather and my mum starts nagging me about this shit. said i should've called my aunt first and ask if she wants to return the dog or not. i was like 'WTF???!! like that also need to ask meh?? it's people's dog la. so just return to people la.' then my mum said that my aunt has put a lot of feelings into that dog and i should at least let her know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i called my aunt and told her that i've found the owner of the dog and i have contacted the owner about the dog. then she went, 'so?? what you wanna tell me now??' i was like 'WTF??!!' again... it's people's dog la, so can you please don't ask stupid question?? of course return to people la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she went scolding me for not calling her before calling the owner. diu, it doesn't matter who i called first right??? unless you're teling me you don't want to return the dog la, huh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it la. i'm trying to be a good person and all i get is all this bad treatment from my family. wtf is wrong with them?? i'm doing the right thing here and you're not happy with what i'm doing. then what am i suppose to do?? don't tell the owner about the dog when i know about it. let them be worried looking for it while you have all the fun having the dog. what is this??? and my aunt just beat her daughter that day about telling a lie. and now she doesn't want me to tell the truth about the dog. wtf man?? am i doing the wrong thing now??? well, to be honest, i don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why the fuck are they treating me so bad for telling the truth?? all are just fucking sohais. fucking selfish dickheads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-5832258788531616020?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/5832258788531616020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=5832258788531616020&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5832258788531616020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/5832258788531616020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/06/telling-truth.html' title='telling the truth'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-6201830930826803163</id><published>2007-05-31T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:32:36.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am i really a stranger to you people??</title><content type='html'>or was those questions really hard?? but you people didn't get 0% right?? so means my question designing skill is not bad. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i should give an easier test this time. test 2. don't tell me it's hard this time. i've spend my time thinking about easy questions this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/470896"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/470896/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, hope you recover soon yobi. (even though by the time you see this you would be well already)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-6201830930826803163?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6201830930826803163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=6201830930826803163&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6201830930826803163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6201830930826803163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/am-i-really-stranger-to-you-people.html' title='am i really a stranger to you people??'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-7421474951326795155</id><published>2007-05-29T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T22:32:23.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try la...</title><content type='html'>try those questions!! if you get 0% then you can jump down the river la... i purposely design the questions in a way that you won't be able to get 0% unless you purposely want to. well, gogogo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/463933"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/463933/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-7421474951326795155?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7421474951326795155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=7421474951326795155&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7421474951326795155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7421474951326795155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/try-la.html' title='try la...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2615809251207929893</id><published>2007-05-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:13:46.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thunder during a sunny day</title><content type='html'>haven't been really studying these few days... ever since practicals are over, i just seem to get even more lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to find the mood to study... and making it worse, a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; ADVANCE SP is in my room and it's currently distracting me. everytime i look at it, i feel like it's saying, 'come!! play pokemon emerald la!! damn fun!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it's in japanese and i don't really understand every single word, it's still so damn fun to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, received the letter regarding the person that i'm going to host....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opened the letter....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was so fucking SHOCKED to see that the girl i'm hosting isn't that leng as i've imagined it to be T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?? why??? why can't you send me a leng lui!!??? i want a leng lui staying in my house!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuck you weny, can you fucking come back to Malaysia and play dota??!! i fucking sien of noobs in bs liao la. oopss... i forgot you're one of the noobs also. HAHAHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2615809251207929893?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2615809251207929893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2615809251207929893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2615809251207929893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2615809251207929893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/thunder-during-sunny-day.html' title='thunder during a sunny day'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1840315740661654173</id><published>2007-05-22T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T00:41:17.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down and more to go!!</title><content type='html'>got over with physics practical yesterday and it was good. easy, i should say. but scary la. you know, when things get too easy, mistakes tend to appear very easily... and i fucking found out one mistake i did la. there goes my 4 marks out of 48...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was bio w2. i think i screwed up the whole paper la. bloody planning question was gay, i tell you. they give 10 MARKS for a question which i can only think of 8 PROCEDURES to write... fuck it la. there goes my w2... seokie said still got bio unit 6 synoptic paper to pull the marks up, but i seriuously doubt i'll be able to get high marks for that paper. after all, it's SYNOPTIC paper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the good thing that happened today was, I GOT MY LETTER FROM LION'S CLUB!!!!! now, i'm another step closer to my japan trip. but the shitty thing is, the damn interview is on the 16th of june... well, close enough to my birthday.... BUT SOME OF MY STUDY TIME IS GOING TO VANISH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya, don't care liao. as long as i get the 'yes' from them to go to japan, it'll be worth it to sacrifice a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NIHON!!!! BOKUWA HONTOUNI IKIMASU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1840315740661654173?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1840315740661654173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1840315740661654173&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1840315740661654173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1840315740661654173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/2-down-and-more-to-go.html' title='2 down and more to go!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1419899484438975474</id><published>2007-05-17T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:21:20.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong moments</title><content type='html'>physics practical was hell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way before the practical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing solitaire on my com. was so damn bored of studying. dunno what to study anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours before practical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch andrew, cher hao, ke yang, kah yang etc play starcraft. a game i'm damn noob at now since i've abandoned that game a long long long long time ago. it really was history. played with andrew's PSP, played ping pong with patrick, and didn't study for the practical at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during practical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite confident with almost everything i've done except for the moments question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after practical:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out i've screwed up my moments. cursing like hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back how bad i did for my practical and blogging about it while worrying W2 for bio, my chem and physics 5 practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck it la. i dunno how i'm gonna survive this time. guess my As are all gonna burn...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1419899484438975474?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1419899484438975474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1419899484438975474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1419899484438975474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1419899484438975474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/05/wrong-moments.html' title='wrong moments'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-9152996767748387741</id><published>2007-05-09T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:15:50.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood-less to study</title><content type='html'>been having bad times for the pass few days. studying like mad for mocks to see unsatisfying results.... it's so damn demoralising la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;addition to those pressure of studying for mocks, i need to find a way to win back my money... lost a total of RM 250 due to football betting. lost in every matches i bet on... damn bad luck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now, nigel asked if i want to put on getafe vs barca or not. since it feels like it's a free game, i'll just bet this once more to see if i'm really unlucky... RM100. if i lose this money again, i guess i'll be crying la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kana talked to me about my results for my mocks... she said i did badly and asked if i have any problem. my first thought was, 'shit!!! i'm doomed la...' and when i took one of the papers back today, i got 75% while they were a few of the others getting lower marks than me. so what does this means?? does it mean that they are in deeper shit than me now??? i don't know la. have to ask kana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C4 was horrendous...this is the first time in my life not getting an A for math (excluding those minor test la of course =P). and i've revised it quite hard for that mock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, what's left is to get ready for my finals which begins on next wednesday starting with physics practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news is, i've deleted DOTA just so that i can focus on my studies instead of sitting in front of the com playing DOTA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bad news is, i can't seem to find the mood to study... i don't know where to start. it just seems like i've got a lot to study and i just don't feel like studying now. i feel like lazing around and doing anything except studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it... i need my bloody mood now to study. if not, i'll end my A-levels with no As at all... serious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time just passes too fast la. it feels like i just finished SPM now enjoying my great results one second ago, and after a blink of an eye, i need to study for A-levels exams now... damn stress la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just hope i get back that study mood to get everything started fast or i'll just collapse in the exams hall during my exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-9152996767748387741?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4070930700107855427</id><published>2007-04-24T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:26:46.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what can i do??</title><content type='html'>a song suddenly came to my mind and i got curious about the singer... i didn't believe that she has such a sweet sound. so i went to youtube and found this song sang by her but named as her group's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zG3R8nBw4cg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zG3R8nBw4cg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i do? by nan quan ma ma&lt;div 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do??'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1356154809333286378</id><published>2007-04-23T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:22:23.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfriendly neighbourhood</title><content type='html'>parked my car at the housing area near college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was on my way to park my car, i saw this car with a piece of paper on it saying that he's parking illegally and stuffs. so i thought the paper was just held with the wiper as i didn't go close enough to see things properly. i ignored that car and the paper and parked right behind this car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 2 hours plus, i saw a paper on my car from far. i was thinking ' wah, you people so hardworking wan?? i park there also wanna give me paper ar?? haha.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? i should be crying instead of laughing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; resident actually pasted that paper on the front window of my car. and when i have a closer look at the car mentioned before this, i noticed that the paper was actually also glued to the window....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;WTF IS WRONG THESE FUCKING RESIDENTS?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quickly tear off some of the paper and 'cabut-ed'. went to another place to remove the pieces of paper glued to my window as it's blocking my view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid thing is, i don't have any liquid around me to wash the glue off. oh, did i mention that it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;U&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; glue?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcb... i've got no choice but to use my &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;saliva&lt;/span&gt;. yes, you didn't read anything wrongly, i used my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saliva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell....my right thumb got blister now because of rubbing off the paper... i'm gonna throw fire crackers to that cibai house the sohai resident is staying in. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BURN THAT FUCKING HOUSE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1356154809333286378?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3527583941155466433</id><published>2007-04-22T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T12:24:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday night FEVER!!</title><content type='html'>oh yeah!! can get fever man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this is becoming a normal routine for every week---drinking at pg's hse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been 3 straight weeks that the bunch of us drinking alcohol at pg's place. and it was damn dumb yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg called to ask me to bring ice over to his house. when i was walking out of the house holding the plastic bag full of ice, my mum stared at me. she straight away asked me, 'where are you going bringing that bag of ice?? go 'yum zao' (drink alcohol)  ar??' i was like 'wtf man!!!' when i heard that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told her i was going to pg's house and she asked me is pat the one who called me over. i was like, 'how the hell you know wan??' and she asked me to call pat. i called him and pat sounded nervous when i told him that my mum wants a talk with him. lol. sorry la. i'll tell her that you're not involve in anything next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at pg's house, we did nuts... and we didn't drink much alcohol as well... i think i only had half a cup of vodka and a bit of the beer they bought. most of what i drank was gas drinks... that's what i think it is la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home and continue studying my bio while worrying the MU's match. damn dulan la. fucking match ended at 1-1. cibai. score one more la!!! then i'll get my money adi. deng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first time betting on football and i lost. fuck it la. i think i'll never ever bet in football again. cibai MU and middlesbrough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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FEVER!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-7642909146535477321</id><published>2007-04-20T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:02:20.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON WEDNESDAY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;since we had only one class for the day, hashie has planned for a class lunch at pizza hut. well, it was supposed to be an outing but we had to settle for pizza hut at PBD as we couldn't decide where we should go for the outing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had a great time chatting. and we were damn noisy la. haha. i noticed the whole place was quiet except for the place we were sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are some of the photos. have a look la...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055448727340930978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiP1SVbV6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/iGXtVi0Rykc/s320/214887899l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;jing and me and a part of yi ping's finger????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055448946384263090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiQCCVbV7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/6VKGmOWmc1Q/s320/250756112l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the whole group of us trying to put a serious face...and hashie's making a very 'wtf' face. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055449083823216578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiQKCVbV8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/RaFx9i6hmCE/s320/281073866l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me and my food!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055452021580847058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiS1CVbV9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/JRnjsNN2a5U/s320/399121792l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;group pic. all smiles. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055452137544964066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiS7yVbV-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/1jcws_4HRDk/s320/519938346l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;frm l to r: sukz, hashie, and ju-jer. hahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055452274983917554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiTDyVbV_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/KxxCcMAXRLs/s320/593915848l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;that's hashie and suk again. munirah on the left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055452502617184258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiTRCVbWAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HfZ-x-5ZA3U/s320/796213739l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the smart and diligent girls. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055452652941039634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiTZyVbWBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/dHPORndROW4/s320/842591120l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;another group pic and jing's covering his mouth with his 'V' sign???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055452837624633378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiTkiVbWCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/h7H_Vj3OUpA/s320/894336864l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i'm being blocked by jing!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055453215581755458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiT6iVbWEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3aC5KN6hpTo/s320/900964338l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sheng jie, the 'alien' who joined us for the class luch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;that's all i have. the rest go get from munirah for those who doesn't have the photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-7642909146535477321?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7642909146535477321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=7642909146535477321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7642909146535477321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7642909146535477321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/lunch.html' title='the lunch'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RiiP1SVbV6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/iGXtVi0Rykc/s72-c/214887899l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1423081268180924883</id><published>2007-04-15T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T22:35:35.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lights off!!!</title><content type='html'>i must blog about this la, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was having dinner at a new (i think) japanese restaurant at ss2. the food was quite nice but the price is a bit high. maybe it's just my unagi bento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, the lights went off!!! luckily i finished off my food already. otherwise, i would have to finish my food in the dark... at the same time, i was thinking, ' wtf???!! no electric??' haha. no electric means no need to pay, right?? XD could've just sneaked out of the restaurant and ran to my car. haha. but still got pay in the end la. i'm not a bad person, you know. actually it's my mum who's paying. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the whole ss2 commercial area was dark. compared to normal la. was on my way home and saw another few parts of ss2 housing area without lights. the taman S.E.A. area too. when i reach the ss4d area, the whole place was damn dark man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what?? my area is still as bright as normal. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way to buy fried rice for my bro, i saw the houses around siew's place was dark. and at that particular moment, i know that her place also kena la. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was complaining that it was unfair that my area has electricity and her place doesn't. haha. life is unfair already la, ah girl.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, too bad it only lasted a while. a moment ago i saw her online again. means no problem already la.... if not, it's gonna be a warm, warm....no, HOT, HOT night la. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1423081268180924883?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1423081268180924883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1423081268180924883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1423081268180924883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1423081268180924883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/lights-off.html' title='lights off!!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-7460658119478448207</id><published>2007-04-15T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:19:16.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sikit-sikit jadi bukit.</title><content type='html'>the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sikit&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sikit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jadi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bukit&lt;/span&gt;' here is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;referring&lt;/span&gt; to my money... instead, my money is not increasing but my homeworks are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had so damn many homeworks that i didn't complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stats, chem, phy, and bio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't have the mood to finish them off la. perhaps later la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a drinking session again at pg's place. but this time, there was no 'gambling-til-morning' again.... 'cos i'm running short on cash and my parents are around this time, so it's just drinking pat's vodka and guinness stout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i'm still feeling a bit dizzy as an effect of drinking a lil' too much. played a little bit of 'big two' and then left pg's hse 'cos he said he wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i'm afraid now is the toxic of those alcohol will 'sikit-sikit jadi bukit'.... i guess i should drink less next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-7460658119478448207?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7460658119478448207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=7460658119478448207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7460658119478448207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7460658119478448207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/sikit-sikit-jadi-bukit.html' title='sikit-sikit jadi bukit.'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2242536055240415539</id><published>2007-04-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:48:29.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my messed-up day</title><content type='html'>yesterday, woke up at 7.15 a.m. and rushed to college for the parents lecturer meeting day as i still got 12 more hours to go. had some good breakfast there and it was damn tiring la. i think i've been standing there for a long time and i can feel my legs aching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to mr. lim and found out that he has a 4-year-old daughter!!! and i thought he's still single!!! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begged yin mun for almost 4 hours for the parking coupon. and the result, free parking. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everything's over, brought her and oli to kl sentral station and got lost after that.... it was seriously damn dumb la. i've actually been to that place for quite many times before but i can't remember how to go back after leaving that station... and when i've finally found my way out of kl, the damn federal highway must be jam....bloody hell.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, at night, yum cha at bangsar.... it's really stupid la so don't ask why we go there la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to peng gee's house to watch 'borat'. (is this how you spell his name??) it was a freaking dumb show man. laughed til stomach ache. lol. had some liquor but didn't had much vodka 'cos i thought i was supposed to fetch justin home and if i had a lot of vodka, i would be drunk. so, had a little bit of it and a can of guinness stout only. and because of the guinness stout, my whole body feel like burning. i was damn feeling damn hot man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after finishing the movie, the few of us gambled. pat need to go home as usual 'cos it would be bad if his dad don't see him at home when he returns. so, it was me, justin wong, peng gee and zi yan gambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you wouldn't believe this man, we all gambled through the whole night. never sleep at all. and that bloody zi yan was winning like nobody's buisness man.... but the worse was j wong. he lost about 28 bucks to ALL of us there. notice the 'ALL'. yes, it means the 3 of us 'robbed' him although i didn't win much la... just 1 buck.... zzzzz.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most important thing is, I'VE STAYED UP FOR MORE THAN 24 HOURS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf man...was fucking tired and just collapsed on my bed after brushing my teeth. i was going to sleep when everyone else in the neighbourhood was waking up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and at 3.30 p.m. and had a basketball game at 5p.m. it was fucking tiring la. even though i've just played a few games.... must be caused by the 'gamble-til-morning' session la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i've never felt so tired for so long and it didn't feel any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, the problem now is that i've got so much homework to finish and a damn physics test to get ready for. i dunno if i'm gonna make it safely through this week la. damn stress and tired now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2242536055240415539?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2242536055240415539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2242536055240415539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2242536055240415539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2242536055240415539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-messed-up-day.html' title='my messed-up day'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-546457644699890001</id><published>2007-03-30T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:09:41.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one step closer!!!</title><content type='html'>one step closer to where or what you may ask....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've submitted the youth exchange form!!! and i'm one step closer to japan now!!! woohooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i submitted the form, i've actually missed one part....i didn't get one more signature from the witness.... the first thing i have in mind is 'fuck!!! like that i sure cannot go to japan already...' but i was lucky that the woman who took the form said it was ok. phew.... if not, my dream to go to japan will vanish. just that instant....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i only hope that they'll send me the letter that tells me to go for the test and interview. that'll be my second stage. and then the most important letter will be the last and final letter which will decide whether i'm going to japan or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been waiting for this for a long time and this will be my only chance to go to japan as i'm going to apply for university next year and may not have time to spare for this kind of trip next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, wish me luck. i'm gonna pray hard for this....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-546457644699890001?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/546457644699890001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=546457644699890001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/546457644699890001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/546457644699890001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-step-closer.html' title='one step closer!!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-107327902958019519</id><published>2007-03-28T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:01:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post la...</title><content type='html'>1) wei jin told me he's got a dodgeball team. the funny thing is, that fella is super big size and fat. so, it questions me how is he gonna dodge those balls during the competition... and he told me, 'i have the 5Ds-- dodge, dive, duck, dive, dodge.' or something like that la. wtf is all these??? really lol la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) hashie is trying to 'rehabilitate' me from cursing by asking me to use substitutions for words like 'fuck, cibai, sohai'. the substitutions for those words mentioned are ' sugar, salt, flower'.... i mean, wtf is all of these???? why the fuck do i have to change all my cursing like 'fuck you' to 'flower you'??? or 'cibai' to salt??? wth???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) i learnt a new serve for ping pong today!!! it's called the 'chiabai' serve. lol. it's so damn stupid that it makes everyone 'windy'. for example, 'forehand' chia is very geng in forehand returns. but when i serve the 'chiabai' serve, 'forehand' chia becomes 'windy' chia. same goes for 'magic' chong to 'windy' chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) me and cheng wei have became the deadliest pair for ping pong. you know why??? 'cos we've developed the '8-mile' and 'far stairway to heaven' combos. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is meant to be read and understand by only those involved in today's crazy incidents. most of you who read this post will not understand what i'm talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-107327902958019519?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/107327902958019519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=107327902958019519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/107327902958019519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/107327902958019519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-post-la.html' title='random post la...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-6597803328364068242</id><published>2007-03-23T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T20:48:54.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's done is done.</title><content type='html'>i've finally overcome the bloody 'D' factor... who cares if i'm gonna get B for physics, i'm not going to pursue physics related degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you to those who tried to encourage me, it helped out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA SCORE 100% FOR THOSE PAPERS THAT I'M GOING TO TAKE THIS MAY/JUNE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as usual, basketball was fun. espescially beating up those people at pat's court. but the best was last week's full court match la. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw some A50 juniors at DSA. don't really have a lot of 'edible' girls but ok la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt a new way to 'gangster' ping pong tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody: can borrow bat play a while ar??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei ru: ya ya, a while only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; andrew: ok lor....but we playing match wor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melody: nevermind la. we play a while only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and andrew hand over our bats and let the 2 girls play ping pong..... gg la. the new 'gangster'-ing way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-6597803328364068242?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6597803328364068242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=6597803328364068242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6597803328364068242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6597803328364068242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/whats-done-is-done.html' title='what&apos;s done is done.'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1771492225969919109</id><published>2007-03-14T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:41:16.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the aftermath of the horror</title><content type='html'>it's just one day after it happened..... where those terrifying results dragged me to hell for a day... at least i feel better now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;managed to laugh like normal again but there are still times when i feel like drinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dettol&lt;/span&gt; each time the letter 'D' appears in my head....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haih&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's useless to regret now, but it's still saddening to me, you know.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always tried to be the best i can and i was really delighted when i saw satisfying scores for my mocks and for some of my results in the a-levels exam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the letter 'D' for my physics unit 4 will always come and haunt me.... perhaps i have too much pride in me which i couldn't let go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since form 4, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always maintained my position in the top 5 and it was good, really good.... to see my wonderful &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; results, i really felt like i was in heaven....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it's all in the pass now.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not the old me again, a bloody smart-ass they called me once upon a time.... and my glory period is over now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; devolved back to the lower stages again... not knowing when i will step back into this higher level again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just like a wheel of fortune. i had my lows during my primary and had my highs during my secondary. and now, perhaps, it's time for me to go back to the lows again. not knowing when is the wheel going to bring me back up to the top again.... perhaps never ever again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i have to buck up. i know i have to cut down on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dota&lt;/span&gt;. and i know i have to focus on my studies. but it all seem so hard to me again. in the pass, it was never a problem for me to focus on my studies. but now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am depressed now. even though you still see me laughing and cursing like nothing ever happened, it's just the surface.... underneath it all, i'm still feeling the pain of the 'D'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank those who tried consoling me. i appreciate your solicitude. i really do. but it's all up to me to get myself out of this misery... i know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least my other subjects are ok. if not, i guessed you wouldn't be seeing me for the rest of your life again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1771492225969919109?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1771492225969919109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1771492225969919109&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1771492225969919109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1771492225969919109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/aftermath-of-horror.html' title='the aftermath of the horror'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8552147736449183528</id><published>2007-03-13T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:47:34.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my As burned...</title><content type='html'>results are out today and i fucking screwed my exams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a fucking D for physics unit 4....A FUCKING D!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually got 90% for my mocks and see wat came out?? A FUCKING D!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others are more or less ok but i'm not satisfied with my physics results....and chemistry unit 4. i don't understand why i can answer all those questions with confidence in my answers and come out with bloody low marks. at least give me an A la.... and i was quite confident in my answers for chem unit 4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so damn dulan of myself now.... i don't understand why did i screwed up everything???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i have to fucking retake 4 papers....chem 4, phy 1, 3, and 4. was deciding to retake maths C3 and not phy 3 but lim chee seong insisted that phy 3 will have a better score after i retake and he said C4 and S2 will not be a big trouble for me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i'll follow he's advice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as the dates for my papers are spreaded out properly, i think i can do well in the next exam la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to cut down on dota already. one week once!! and that's it. don't try and tempt me into playing more than that, i'm sorry, but i swear i'll fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8552147736449183528?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8552147736449183528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8552147736449183528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8552147736449183528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8552147736449183528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-as-burned.html' title='my As burned...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-7686443959026538889</id><published>2007-03-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:19:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sis gg-ed....and i'm next!!!</title><content type='html'>spm results out today and my sis didn't really did well. in my point of view la.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for my parents, they're cool about it. not really nagging about the 6 A1s, 2 A2s, and 4B3s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it was me, i would've killed myself. though a part of me tells myself that at least she didn't beat me this time..... hahaha. she beat me flat in pmr though....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it's time to face the truth tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S MY TURN TO GET THE RESULTS.... and i don't think i'm gonna get those results that would make me jump with joy.....instead, i feel like i'm gonna get all my As burned....seriuous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Lord.... please make miracles for tomorrow....i don't want to get bad results....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-7686443959026538889?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/7686443959026538889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=7686443959026538889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7686443959026538889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/7686443959026538889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-sis-gg-edand-im-next.html' title='my sis gg-ed....and i&apos;m next!!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8823867400389047237</id><published>2007-03-11T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:00:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there goes 8 hours!!!! +1 hour!!!</title><content type='html'>got 9 hours off my internship today!!! woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be just 8 hours since it's from 9a.m.-5p.m. but because me and cher hao fetched kam lin and mr. loh to the LRT station, we've got another additional 1 hour off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn nice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my first time calling so many people in one day. 100+ phone numbers that i've dialled but about 70% of them were not answered. and it's pretty frustrating to have people not answering the phone you know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people who can't confirm things at the moment we called them also make our life miserable 'cos a lot of things need to be settled and by not giving a confirmed answer really makes things worse... and like what kam lin said, ' now you know how i feel when i try to call people to work off those hours of internship la. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally understood la..... it's damn bloody frustrating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was actually quite fun since i really did much.... all i've done is only calling people.... but it was already bad enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good thing today was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) there's only 22 hours left for my internship!!! a bit more and i'm free!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) got free drink from kam lin who decided to 'feed' us with those coins she's accumulated and was supposed to donate them to the orphans in phillipines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to her, 40 cents is enough for those orphans to survive for one day... and we've spent RM9.40 on all the drinks we had there. so, count for yourself for how many days that those orphans can survive with RM9.40..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i apologise to those orphans there la. but i needed the drink more than you all. i guess there's gonna be a lot more people who are going to donate money to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for some shitty reason, i'm addicted to pokemon again....wtf is wrong with me man??!?!! i've got my physics to study!! if this goes on, my A for physics will surely 'burn' la....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8823867400389047237?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8823867400389047237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8823867400389047237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/8823867400389047237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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for pn ting's house. on the way there, yoong bing discovered that his ang pau doesn't have any money inside... lol. my mum actually forgot to put money in it. this is the first time la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at pn ting's house, oei han joined us to go visiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was jun king's house after oei han's. there were a lot of people when we reached there. lost a total of 10 bucks at jun king's house. damn sad la....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then an yi was so kind to drive a few of us to sook teng's house even though it was less than 15 metres to her house. an yi reversed her car to sook teng's house. damn chun wei. for her to do that just after a few weeks of driving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was pete's house.... that fella ar... asked us not to disturb his parents 'cos they're reading newspaper peacefully wor.... bloody hell. this is actually the first time i've not get an ang pau after visiting a house.... his parents also no iniative wan.... nevermind la. collecting ang pau is just a secondary objective. primary objective is to consolidate the friendship. i know you'll never believe this phrase la. i also don't believe myself saying this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened at zi yan's , yobi's and justin's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the night came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to an open-house party of my dad's friend. the food there was below average la but i don't mind as long as it's swallow-able and it can fill up my stomach. the wine they serve there was, hmm..... should i say, terrible. not good at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10, went to pat's house for a gambling and drinking session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had vodka for the first time and it was actually as concentrated as whisky but it didn't taste as strong as whisky. in other words, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i actually got drunk a little. lol. i can still remember myself acting like an idiot.... peng gee and justin's face was bloody red man.... and i won back some to cover my loss for the day. so, my total net loss of the day was 2 bucks. not very bad la. but i think i was really 'high' that time. really crazy la. i talk like an idiot. act like an idiot. and i only had about 3 cups of vodka. lol. i suck la. a bit only can feel dizzy already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a miracle that i succeeded in driving peng gee and myself home in one piece. i was really dizzy that time. i've finally understand the feeling of dizzy from drinking alcohol. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a great day. hope to have days like this more. and i want to thank sook teng for organising the house visiting for us and patrick who hosted the drinking session. the vodka was damn nice la. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-5828320413965973476?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2927032025784051513</id><published>2007-03-01T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:48:13.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not 'ONG' enough...</title><content type='html'>today, there's another gambling session with the gambling kakis. haiz....i don't know if it's me or what but i can't seem to win money from jie today.... he was the 'chong' for today's game again and the place where we gambled was eunice's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we all left college for eunice's house, everyone was so damn excited. bloody hell, if the stupid ping pong room wasn't filled with those noobs, i wouldn't have went gambling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the whole bunch of us gambling kakis went to eunice's house, this jie damn fast take out all his money and put them all at the table. and just as the game started, that bloody jie get blackjack.....wtf!!!!! but i was lucky enough to get a 15 and escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as the game proceeded, jie was winning like nobody's business.....and the rest of us was losing like nobody's business except for damien and i. my money was actually going up and down. losing and winning. but soon, i started to lose. when i was at negative 3 bucks during one round, i managed to get 5 cards 21 combo. i started with a 2 and a 4. then i drew both 2 and 3. how to lose??? 4 cards and just 11, of course i go for a picture la. and as i wished, i got a picture. was feeling damn good that time 'cos how often do you get a 21 with 5 cards when u wanted them???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, this round was all just for show....the next round, that bloody jie got a double ACE....and i got a picture as my first card. so, of course i was hoping for a 5 la. and as i opened my card, i saw 2 sides. that told me that i still have hope to escape....but after the card is opened, it has to be a 4....fucking unlucky la!!!! there goes my triple winning from the previous round....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after that round, it was just normal "who's bigger who win" or "blackjack double money come" or "21, pay me double"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, at the second last round, i'm on positive 1. and that stupid jie has to get a 20 while i have to get a damn 16....no choice lor, lose back money to him and i don't lose or win....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due to the zero losing factor, i decided to stop. kelvin also stopped. but jie said we can play even without money. so, played la. and at this damn round, the both of us who stopped got 21.....wtf man!!!! why now only give me 21???!!!! why don't give it to me the round before this????!!! mcb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz.....fuck it la. maybe today i'm not really 'ONG' enough to win jie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, everyone except me, jing and i think damien didn't lose to jie.....fucking lucky la, that fella....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2927032025784051513?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2927032025784051513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2927032025784051513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2927032025784051513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2927032025784051513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/03/not-ong-enough.html' title='not &apos;ONG&apos; enough...'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3337292809539095618</id><published>2007-02-28T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T00:08:14.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad shape la...</title><content type='html'>my life in the morning is just so miserable....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i broke a freaking bulb of a lamp. then i lost 18 bucks to sheng jie(correct me if i spelled his name wrongly). fucking bad luck.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had bio lab today and i was actually having fun playing with the lamp by spraying some water onto the hot metal piece behind the light bulb. then, it all happened to quickly. while i wandered to zur's place, of course, i played with water again. and it just happened that the fucking water drop landed on the hole on the lamp metal piece where there's a hole. this water drop went through the hole and the first thing that went through my mind was, 'fuck!! i have a bad feeling about this....' and right after that thought came out, the fucking bulb exploded.... hailat la. there goes my 10 bucks. down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it was gambling time. i was deciding whether or not to gamble 'cos it's not quite right for a person to gamble after he/she broke something.... however, i couldn't resist the temptations of gambling and i went collecting people to gamble.... since DSA is a very dangerous place to gamble, the whole bunch of us (who decided to gamble) wanted to move to the usual place where we gamble without any risks....well, minimum risk la.... and it was so fucking unlucky for us that the stupid room was locked. so, no choice la. have to move to E&amp;C...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, E&amp;amp;C is a fucking cursed place. the whole lot of us who gambled there all lost money to sheng jie. it was really jinxed. mcb. almost every round i get 13 or 14. and almost everytime i get a fucking 10 or picture.... while jie was fucking lucky that when he got 15 with 4 cards, he got a 6 for the fifth card and sapu everyone of us triple. lost total of 18 bucks 'cos i raised my stake to 9 bucks in the last round hoping to cancel off my debt if i won....niama. and i get a fucking 17 while jie got a 20. lost like fuck la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing 18 bucks in 1 hour... damn bad shape la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was lucky to win back 19 bucks after that when the gambling venue is changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the venue for the second gambling session was at level 9 wisma help. except jing who was so damn 'WONG' that time, every other people at the gambling session lost their money to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the grand total of money that came out of my wallet was 9 bucks excluding lunch money. well, i got nothing more to ask for since i've been able to reduced my lost today to 9 bucks...not really bad hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion: if E&amp;amp;C is selected as the gambling ground, i'm so not gambling there man....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3337292809539095618?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3337292809539095618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3337292809539095618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3337292809539095618'/><link rel='self' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036201114826513938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/ReQuOyKpHhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WnvDZw6z2no/s320/11.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;of course, my dinner must always come with a glass of wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it was a fine wine. really. it wasn't very bitter and the taste was very nice. and the alcohol concentration was just perfect for me. i love it la. &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036203215065521698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/ReQwJCKpHiI/AAAAAAAAADA/1Y2e3TUnrr4/s320/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then it was the soup. i had some vegetable soup.... it tasted pretty much like those vegetable soup my mum made frankly speaking....didn't find it very special at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036205693261651522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/ReQyZSKpHkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/hD8QawBLZzU/s320/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and here it is, my main course. it really was a small serving. but it filled my tummy as though it was an extra-large serving. i was already 75% full when i finished this. it's some kind of mutton with rice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036237699357941442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/ReRPgSKpHsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Cw9tf2NMja8/s320/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my sis had this rice with minced mutton. she was so full when she was half way through that i, being the 'rubbish bin', had to finish off her dish for her and i became 80% full....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036204726894009906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/ReQxhCKpHjI/AAAAAAAAADI/GFMonH7jsWg/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and finally, it was dessert. among the 2 desserts, i had the on above, 'The Arabian Delight'. it was sweet, so i enjoyed it pretty much. =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036234413707959986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/ReRMhCKpHrI/AAAAAAAAAEg/J7fn2x0XcuA/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the other dessert which my mum and bro had. it's some kind of pudding with lots, and i mean LOTS, of oats inside. luckily, i didn't choose that. if not, i'll be struggling to finish it off. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036227043544080002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/ReRF0CKpHoI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CvwaBVXDZ0U/s320/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the coffee and tea came together with the desserts. the tea was a lebannese tea while the coffee was a turkish coffee. i had coffee and it was fantastic. it's such a nice coffee!!! and notice the small stick with crystals at one end on the side of the tea cup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036229487380471442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/ReRICSKpHpI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/xdXycy31Ktg/s320/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is the one. i was told by the waiter that it was imported from lebannon. it's so unique....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okie dokie. i'm getting sleepy 'cos the wine i had really starts to do its job now. nitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1157054234051623778?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1157054234051623778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1157054234051623778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1157054234051623778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1157054234051623778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/food-god-is-with-me.html' title='the food god is with me'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/ReQuOyKpHhI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WnvDZw6z2no/s72-c/11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4351701783569914600</id><published>2007-02-22T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:38:02.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an average CNY</title><content type='html'>this years CNY really is boring to me... balik kampar (my mum's hometown) also damn sien.... in the past, i used to play fire-crackers with my cousins. but this year, i felt like saving up my money for other uses. 'cos playing fire-crackers is like burning money. even though they're cheap, it's still BURNING money... wanted to go to those CC in kampar. the enivronment of those CC are quite good actually. but my dad won't let me drive the car...damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, still collected some ang paus from relatives and played with my cute cousins. they're all so damn young.... i can imagine by the time i'm in my 30s, they're only starting to go to college. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the most important thing i must say, during my grandmma's birthday ( her birthday is the second day of CNY according to the lunar calendar), we had dinner at this lousy restaurant. who cares about the restaurant.... anyway, the most important thing is, i saw this damn bloody pretty girl. i was like 'OMG' when i saw her. fucking pretty. i told my cousin to look at her, and he stunned. lol. i told him to take a photo of her so i can post here and show you all how pretty she is. but we're fucking unlucky... she always looks away from the camera...if only she was one of the guest my grandma invited, then it would be good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my cousin has given up on taking the photo, i suddenly noticed the girl sitting next to the pretty girl i was mentioning looked at me. at first, i thought maybe it was just coincidence. then when i try and look again, she was looking at me again.... wtf!!! then she looked back at the leng lui sitting next to her. and they bisik-bisik and then laughed. my first thought was, ' gg la, she must've noticed my cousin trying to take a photo of her and then suspecting me as the plotter behind this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i pun pura-pura nothing happened. and minutes later, i accidentally saw her staring at me... 'wtf??!!! she interested in me now???' maybe 'cos i was damn leng chai that day, so she stared at me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than the story above, nothing interesting really happened... and then i had to rush back home 'cos got stupid bio class on wednesday.... just for one class you know.... i could've enjoyed one more day at kampar. bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it wasn't something bad. at least, i get to visit an yi and collect ang pau from her mum. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for your hospitality an yi. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the bad thing is i had to lose 15 bucks to kah yang....the 29 bucks i earned now only got 14 bucks left. i'm not going to gamble this CNY anymore man. i feel like my luck had been going down this CNY. maybe i was too lucky before CNY. now the wheel of fortune spin to unlucky section....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MORE ANG PAUS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited: i forgot to say that there are new daihugou kakis now. hehe. kah yang, andrew and an yi. nice game, wasn't it?? =D except for an yi la.... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i need to express: shoji-kun, bokuwa gambarimasu!!! i will spread the daihugou culture to everyone around me and hope it will spread out to others and make a society who knows how to play daihugou!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-4351701783569914600?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4351701783569914600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=4351701783569914600&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4351701783569914600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4351701783569914600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/average-cny.html' title='an average CNY'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3821672928821676517</id><published>2007-02-17T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T11:36:02.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taggy</title><content type='html'>got tagged by marianne chung..... i was lazy to do this but since i got tagged... no choice la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1) hmm...what should i say?? i've been starting cursing since std 6 i think?? the weird thing is, i seem to curse at everything when i'm talking. i used 'fuck', 'tiu', 'mahai', 'sohai', and bla bla bla like nobody's business. but once i'm at home in front of my parents, all these words seem to be trapped in somewhere and they won't come out. even though sometimes the words slipped, i don't think my parents ever noticed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i don't know if this is true but i think i can influence people if they're close to me. let's see....i've influenced a few people to curse. for example, jing. he was the one who didn't like me cursing during the first sem of college. but somehow, he started cursing now... what's this wei??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) when i was 14, i can touch the basketball rim when i jumped. in form 2, i was able to pull the rim down. but as time goes by, i slowly jumped shorter and shorter. and for the last 2 years, i can't even touch the rim. however, just recently, i've been able to touch the rim again....but i still wanna dunk!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) my weight can never pass 65kg for my whole 18+ years of life. that's the maximum. i've been eating so much for the pass few months and my weight never increase. on the contrary, i've lost weight instead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) when i was young, i ate a lot of bread. a lot means, every morning i have bread as breakfast. every recess in school, i only eat bread. for 8 years!!! and even when i'm in form 2, i still ate a lot of bread. on the other hand my younger brother did not ate a lot of bread. he seldom have bread as his breakfast. and the difference between us is, i'm so fucking tall and his so fucking short. wait, i know you're gonna say it's because of our age. ok, i'll make this comparison in terms of age. when i was 12, i was 160cm tall. and my brother now is 12 years old, and he's only 150 cm tall. why got 10 cm difference wan??? is it because of the bread factor??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) when i was 3 or 4 years old, i broke a stone with my head. serious. no joke wan. i accidentally fell into this stone and broke it with my head. of course i cried la. but how does my head, with soft bones at that age, broke a stone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't make up those weird stuffs. it's all true. no fakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, my turn to tag people liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see, i tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) hashie&lt;br /&gt;2) wai ee&lt;br /&gt;3) siew yen&lt;br /&gt;4) patrick ( you better do it, 'cos you've never updated your blog for a long time)&lt;br /&gt;5) smacky, if you see this.&lt;br /&gt;6) anyone la....i dunno who to name already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3821672928821676517?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3821672928821676517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3821672928821676517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3821672928821676517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3821672928821676517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/taggy.html' title='taggy'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3928455705607269684</id><published>2007-02-14T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T17:51:02.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentine's day???</title><content type='html'>first of all, happy valentine's day to those celebrating it with your special ones. but just don't think that this is the only day for you to appreciate your special one. after all, it's just another day for those businessmen out there to earn more money since it's considered as a special day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, in college, can see many girls holding flowers. then there's this one guy who suddenly wanted everyone's attention and talked about something regarding valentines day. too free la that guy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me?? i was gambling. haha. won 29 bucks but my target was 30..... nevermind la. i'll gamble again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my tears surpass the great amount of sadness i feel...just so i can meet you, my special one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;special one eh?? hard to find la. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3928455705607269684?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3928455705607269684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3928455705607269684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3928455705607269684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3928455705607269684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day???'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-4629753617958788978</id><published>2007-02-12T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T06:02:24.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mai otome</title><content type='html'>woot!!! i've just finished watching mai otome recently and what a anime it was. such great characters and storyline. the drawing of the characters are also nice. i just like the part where those 'otome' materialise their robes. so damn cool man!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's a short description on this anime,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otome - they are elite ladies; on oneOtome - they are elite ladies; on one hand, they are guards of important persons such as royal families and presidents, and on the other, they are the brains and advisors of politics. To become Otome is the dream of girls all over the world, and Garderobe is the academy that has introduced numerous Otome into high society.The main character, Arika Yumemiya, is a 14-year-old girl. She came to Windbloom Kingdom to look for her mother, who used to be a Meister Otome. When she arrived there, she saw Shizuru. Upon seeing her graceful manner, she made up her mind to become Otome. However, in order to become Otome, she has to graduate with honors from Garderobe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is rough description i copied from a website. those who didn't watch it and if you're free and have nothing to do, i recommend you watch it la. just download the torrent from baka-updates or you could get it from me since i'm still having it, for the moment, or you could go and buy the dvd from video shops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just watch it, it's nice. i give this anime a 8.5/10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by the way, the opening and ending themes are also nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some screen shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030583040433759394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RdA4n0IopKI/AAAAAAAAABk/aRrunG4XWnw/s320/mai+otome+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030584556557214898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RdA6AEIopLI/AAAAAAAAABs/DnqFeXJ6k1Q/s320/mai+otome+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030587829322294482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RdA8-kIopNI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vp4p7tZunQ0/s320/Mai-Otome%2520-%252007%2520-%252020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the main character materialising the robe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030587898041771234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RdA9CkIopOI/AAAAAAAAACE/fuQ5-3YTBZE/s320/Mai-Otome%2520-%252025,%252026%2520-%2520Large%252069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;extended level punya robe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030586424867988674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RdA7s0IopMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gGlwA4h8r6o/s320/mai+otome+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030588168624710898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RdA9SUIopPI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y0vG6nRqn6M/s320/Mai-Otome%2520-%252017%2520-%252005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030588233049220354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RdA9WEIopQI/AAAAAAAAACU/0-pQ9y1TwX8/s320/Mai-Otome%2520-%252017%2520-%252006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and the above 3 pics are the materialising sequence of the principal which i find very yeng...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;you must be thinking that i'm some anime female character freak now.... well, i'm not. i just like this anime and i really find the way the principal materialising her robe cool.... damn nice la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;anyway, just watch it. then you'll understand what i'm talking about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-4629753617958788978?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/4629753617958788978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=4629753617958788978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4629753617958788978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/4629753617958788978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/mai-otome.html' title='mai otome'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/RdA4n0IopKI/AAAAAAAAABk/aRrunG4XWnw/s72-c/mai+otome+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-6100255078332582843</id><published>2007-02-10T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T17:50:39.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye, weny.</title><content type='html'>there....my best friend just left m'sia about 50 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our last yum-cha session together at william's yesterday and the final dota after that. since he's not going to be able to play dota at aussie, we decided to make this game a memorable one before he comes back from aussie for holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what a game it was. from losing, we won. woot!!! and i showed my skill before he leaves. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to send him off at the airport but he said no need. even though he said no need, i actually wanted to send him off. but my parents need me to help them do those housework since their very busy this few days. so, no choice but to message him earlier to send my regards to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, this is suppose to be a special post for him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, there's one person less for basketball, dota, yum-cha, and for me to seek computer help. and last but not least, one less friend to talk to when i'm depressed and to curse with. he's been my cursing buddy ever since form 2 when i influenced him into cursing like nobody's business. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you soon weny!! remember to practice your dota skills there in aussie so that when you come back, you won't be a feeder. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy yourself studying there and have a great time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-6100255078332582843?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6100255078332582843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=6100255078332582843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6100255078332582843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6100255078332582843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodbye-weny.html' title='goodbye, weny.'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-6192272578109134022</id><published>2007-02-07T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:41:14.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye, chung wye</title><content type='html'>today, is the day one of my good friends is leaving malaysia for studies. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, it's a special post for him. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*although i doubt that he'll be seeing this...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one less friend for basketball and one less friend for dota. he's been a fun guy. although he's sohai sometimes but he's definitely a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll board the plane in about 2 hours time from now. i pray thet he has a safe journey to holland and hope he'll not forget us good friends that are still here in malaysia. i also hope he can study hard and smartly and achieve good results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope to see him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, my friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-6192272578109134022?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6192272578109134022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=6192272578109134022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6192272578109134022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6192272578109134022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/goodbye-chung-wye.html' title='goodbye, chung wye'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3814124061968084590</id><published>2007-02-06T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:40:51.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>did i drive them nuts??</title><content type='html'>drove to college today and found this place where jing said was a nice place to park and won't kena saman. the best thing is it's free!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after i've parked it at that housing area and waiting for the class to be opened at level 2, jing came in and suddenly told me that he kena saman at that place he told me about. i was like 'omg!! i've gotta get my car outta there fast!!' so, rushed my way to the car and after i reached my car, i suddenly noticed that i'm not wearing my glasses....wtf!!! but didn't care and just drove without my glasses. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drove to another place where jing said it's safe to park 'cos no yellow line there. after parking the car, walked all the way from my car to college. it was dan bloody far but it's worth it la. saved 3 bucks. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after finished college, have to fetch 4 people home. you all know who you are la. anyway, i actually wanted to be nice and drive my car to LC so that they can wait there and don't need to walk so far. but wai ee and siew yen was so DEMANDING and GEH PO. wanna know where got free parking also wor... so, they had to walk VERY far with me la. before this say wanna see where got free parking, after walking a few minutes then complain say 'wah, so hot, so far, walking uphill so tiring.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, while i was driving a bit faster, wai ee was scared liao. lol. please la, it was only 110 km/h on a highway... sook teng also never complain about me driving that fast. never complains about my speed. how nice of a passenger to have. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i think the ones that gone a bit nuts about my driving is siew yen and wai ee la. haha. sometimes, i just wanna look at their 'scared' face and laugh. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i know you all worry i'll hit any car but don't be so scared la. after all, i've been driving for more than a year liao and my 'P' license is going to be 'leveled up' to CDL. must trust my driving skills. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a ball game with pat, weny and j wong. played against good skilled people. unlike those at the ss4d court....all also dau gei and all also damn noob...i'm not trying to be lansi but i just don't like the style those dau geis are playing. play with them no feel wan. win also no syok wan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, listen to this song people. this chinese song is damn nice. it's from a taiwanese 'idol drama'. (translated from chinese la, i don't know what you call them in proper english since my english sucks.) this song has been stuck in my head for a few days and i will feel uneasy if i don't hear it for one day. SERIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/11/24/415191/e%20zuo%20ju%20-%20wang%20lan%20yin.mp3"&gt;王蓝茵-恶作剧&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen first la. then you tell me nice or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3814124061968084590?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3814124061968084590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3814124061968084590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3814124061968084590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3814124061968084590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/did-i-drive-them-nuts.html' title='did i drive them nuts??'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3575846334109725687</id><published>2007-02-04T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:05:02.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the busy day.</title><content type='html'>yesterday (since i'm blogging this after 12 am), was the 2005 5 jasmin reunion and a sort-of-farewell -party for weny who's leaving on the 10th of feb...means next sat...how fast...and i've haven't even dota with him enough during my holidays....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was supposed to meet up at 12 but i know for sure no one will turn up that early, that's why i purposely went to 1U late... lol. i was already 1 hour late after some trouble getting the car from my dad and fetching edmund, weny and eng loon, and when we reached 1U, we still couldn't decide where to sit down and eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally decided to go to chili's after weny suggested it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate my VERY big burger and i was so bloody full man....you should look at the burger....it was freaking BIG. chit-chatted with those i've never met for ages. and i just love to hear those craps from edmund and eng loon la....i just couldn't find those type of crap in college....nobody can beat them in crapping la. laughed about those things we did during form 5. gossiped with marianne they all....and it was PURE gossip. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pics 'cos i lazy bring camera. i MIGHT post it here if i get those pics and IF i'm free.... notice the MIGHT and IF. i'm a lazy person la. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to play pool but the place was flooded with people as the arcade closed down due to some reason. so, me, weny, simon, edmund, and eng loon went to clutch gamers for a dota game and then fetching eman home 'cos he's not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the convo between me and ed in the car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ed: after we 3 team (me, ed, and weny).&lt;br /&gt;me: wah... you sure or not?? simon and eng loon damn geng wan wor...&lt;br /&gt;ed: nevermind. i wanna see simon's face when he kena kill.&lt;br /&gt;me: ?? oh ya, damn funny wan, and he'll curse about his teammate wan.&lt;br /&gt;ed: that's right. my purpose now is to make him angry and see his funny face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol man....edmund is still as crappy as ever. so, it was us 3 against simon, eng loon and some other guy... in the beginning, we were basically losing. but soon, after my CHAR becomes gay, we begin to kill them. not to mention weny doing his freeze job. nice one. ;) then here it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simon: mahai!! i ask you hex why you didn't hex?? the vs also sohai wan lor. buy deso for what??&lt;br /&gt;eng loon: he so far, how i hex wor??&lt;br /&gt;simon: you dunno how to go in front and hex wan ar?? and that sohai vs, the swap for display wan ar?? when i tell him that, he go simply swap and make me die. if i see him, i'm gonna wack him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this moment, edmund found out that the vs fella was actually sitting next to weny...lol...and simon was cursing about that guy so loudly.... and i pity eng loon...kena scolding from simon. haha. and the way eng loon reacted. it was damn funny la. and one more thing, soon after the game ended (we won, XD), the vs fella left his com damn fast...lol. i think he scared kena wacking from simon la. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that game, fetched ed and weny home. and i went home to rest a while before going to chung wye's farewell party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at chung wye's place, had some food and then chatted for a while before we start our gambling. momo was unlucky la. he lost money to everyone when he was the 'chong'. i was supposed to get 2 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; hours of free game at cyber from him since he lost 5 bucks to me. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after one hour of staying in chung wye's house, we all went to CC to dota again...(those fellas la. i said don't want but they gila want to play....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time was 5 on 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentinel: me, weny, jason, kuan ting, and wilson.&lt;br /&gt;scourge: simon, j kon, khai ming, tsing yoong, and momo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. the fun begins again. simon was blaming tsing yoong for all those msitakes and then he was complaining about kuan ting's character's ulti. lol. the whole time, we, on the sentinel team, were laughing away in the chatbox. it was damn funny la. and of course, we won la. haha. i'm on a winning streak la. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz....now, weny and chung wye's leaving to study. i wonder when can we actually sit together again and have those fun we had. espescially dota. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day, after we finish studying, we can all have dota again. and not to mention the reunion. it's not quite complete this time but it was considered to be successful la. if compared to last time...lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the holidays, we must all have this reunion again la. mun yi, although i doubt that she'll be reading this, you must organise the reunion again la. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITED: i forgot one more thing, it was the funnest day during my 1 week break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3575846334109725687?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3575846334109725687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3575846334109725687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3575846334109725687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3575846334109725687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-day.html' title='the busy day.'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-6540768829426555213</id><published>2007-02-02T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T23:04:13.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what the fuck is wrong with streamyx!!!???</title><content type='html'>for the past few days, or rather weeks, my downloads have been really slow...and my bleach and naruto are starting very very slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because sohai streamyx is closing all those p2p ports and we are having difficulties in downloading them. i've already tried the ways suggested by some forumers in BS3 and weny even gave me a link to the lowyat forum which has the solution to the ports problem. it worked in the beginning as some of my downloads weren.t even moving in the beginning and they finally started to move. but bleach and naruto is still starting very very VERY slow....normally, i have to wait for about 1 or 2 minutes for the download to start but now, i have to wait for a few hours and it was worst the week before last where i have to wait for almost 6 days then only the download starts... why the fuck is this happnening to me even when i've did all those things the forum suggested?? weny can download naruto at 100+ kb/s but mine is still at 0%...why??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all the fucking streamyx punya fault...they give us a laggy connection already and now they even wanna stop us from downloading animes....bloody fucking dickheads....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-6540768829426555213?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/6540768829426555213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=6540768829426555213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6540768829426555213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/6540768829426555213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-fuck-is-wrong-with-streamyx.html' title='what the fuck is wrong with streamyx!!!???'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2760103072887575517</id><published>2007-02-02T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:35:38.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unlucky chung wye</title><content type='html'>had a basketball game at ss2 yesterday. we were all having fun until something bad happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chung wye's phone got stolen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, i thought he was just joking. so, i called his number and try to find where he left his handphone since he said he put his handphone next to mine. when i called his number, a woman picked up the phone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: who's this??&lt;br /&gt;woman: what??&lt;br /&gt;me : oh...can i speak to chung wye, please? (after realising i said something wrong...)&lt;br /&gt;woman: chung wye ar? he went to play basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i thought he left his handphone at home la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he kept assuring me that he left his phone next to mine....so, i checked the number i've called just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called his house phone just now.....shit, i'm damn bloody blur la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this time i really called his handphone number liao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the number you have dialed...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gg la. at that very moment i heard that phrase, i know his phone is gone. his phone got stolen...and all our phones are lying just around his phone. weny's, yobi's, daniel shane's, siu sin's, j wong's and mine!!! all our phones are just lying around his phone!! wtf man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately after we knew what happened to chung wye's phone, we kept all the phones in bags. not to mention our wallets too...our wallets are also lying near our handphones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pity chung wye...this is like dunno how many time he's lost his phone...and we all felt lucky that his phone was nicer than ours...if not...it would've been our phone being stolen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2760103072887575517?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2760103072887575517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2760103072887575517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2760103072887575517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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girl with us today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, during this break we had, peter suddenly asked me why didn't i yell 'hallelujah' when people shoots the ball. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*is that how you spell it??*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i telled him i've stopped doing that a long time ago...cos' it doesn't really work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then all these funny memories came back....we recalled what happened during form 2. there was this one teacher who entered our class and she told us to be quiet. she even said she don't want to see anybody show their teeth to her. and during that time, i was sitting next to pete and we were playing 'truth or dare'. so, the pen happened to point at him at that time. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*we used a pen as a roulette* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and being the evil me, i dared pete to smile as broad as he can and show all his teeth to the teacher. when the teacher saw him, she thought he was being funny and called him to stand in front of the class. i was laughing like shit during that time. lol... then teacher gave him a chance and told him to go back to his seat. then, we continued out game...it happened that the 2 of us are only playing the game, so it's kinda unfair for him if the pen keeps pointing at him. so, this time, it's my turn to be dared. pete dared me to say 'hallelujah' loudly so that the teacher can hear me. i tried to keep my voice as low as possible so that when the teacher heard me, i wont be caught. but pete said it's not loud enough, so i went 'hallelujah'-ing repeatedly and each time, my voice gets louder and louder. at the mean time, weny was sitting in front of us and he was playing 'chi-ku-pak' with someone...(i don't remember who).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes the funny part, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the teacher heard me. and she saw weny and the other guy playing 'chi-ku-pak'. so, gg la. she called weny and that guy to go to the front. at the same time, me and pete was laughing like shit, again, at our place and we were trying to hide our faces under the table so that the teacher wouldn't see us. wtf man. and then the teacher told weny and the other guy to do this stupid movement using their hand. you know, like when you try to roll something big and long using both of your hands. i don't know how to describe it here la but it was so fucking funny. they were like clowns in front of the class. lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this will stay in my head forever la. it's so damn funny that when i think back about it now, i can laugh til my stomach aches. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-5598250366384713910?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-7899331734785108413</id><published>2007-01-29T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:12:29.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is bad....</title><content type='html'>i don't know why but today is just bad....first, my com has this stupid problem called 'stop error', then it keeps on restarting by itself... why the fuck is it like this?? this com is just a few weeks old and this happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after this com problem, then came my parents. i don't fucking understand why but they seem to hate seeing me enjoying myself. everytime i play com and was enjoying myself, they have to come and spoil everything. my mum scolds me for not doing this or that, my dad will walk over to me and ask me to let him check his e-mails. for goodness sake, i'm in the middle of a bloody dota game!!! and if i quit, i'll be banned!!! and i don't want to be banned!!! i told him those reasons, and he talked back to me, 'now the com is controlling you, cos you can't stop when i tell you to stop. i know you won't listen now cos you're being controlled by the com. can all these playing let you earn money?? if can then you continue playing la...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how dulan i am or not??!! i just played dota for like an hour or so and he starts saying that i shouldn't play. after all the stress i've taken during my exams, he wants me to stop releasing my stress. and i've even helped my mum cleaning up the TV room and wiping those windows this afternoon, and both of them wanna spoil all my fun like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?? is this what you should do when you become a parent?? don't let your child have fun at all?? don't let your child enjoy themselves at all??? i finally understand why some kids go to cyber cafe everyday even though they have a computer of their own at home...cos their parents are so bloody naggy. and all their parents know how to do is to stop their children from enjoying their games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time, when my results were very very bad, they don't let me play the com, i understand. cos my results are bad and if i played more, my results will be worse. but when my results can be considered good, they still say not good enough. finally, i've got staight As for SPM, and they've got nothing to say. but still, they find a way to stop me from playing the com. why?? why?? perhaps, this is my fate...forever doomed to suffer from stress and not releasing it. forever suffering from the nagging of my parents. forever trapped in this gloomy world. and i can't do anything about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-7899331734785108413?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-8847835790677364896</id><published>2007-01-28T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T18:51:24.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my muscles are aching!!!</title><content type='html'>it was my bro's birthday yesterday. the whole family had dinner together and my dad even called some of his friends to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. back to me. i was damn bloody tired yesterday. had futsal and basketball in the same day. i was surprised to see imran at sports barn. he's still the good ol' cheerful guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at mcD with weny, yobi and zi yan. we were refilling our drink like mad. actually, it's my drink and weny's drink. zi yan and yobi are the ones leeching from us. the rate where we refilled the drinks was damn fast. after about 5 minutes, i have to go refill the drink again. but somehow, the rate slowed down as time goes by la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, it was basketball at 5 pm. i was already tired, but no choice la, i've already promised j kon to play basketball with them this time. so, it was basketball again... da bo some lansi fella who onli knew how to call foul. that guy was a retard. he was charging into j kon when he was doing a lay-up but when the ball didn't go in, he yelled foul. and j kon was just standing in front of him... idiotic noob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the basketball game, i'm so damn bloody tired. it's been a while since i've felt this tired...i guess i'm old already la..T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, after the dinner, went to my mum's friend's house. i was damn sien until they brought out the whisky. had a glass of it. and finally, i know the taste of whisky. lol. never tried whisky so far. it was gila concentrated. 43% alcohol. bloody hell, when i swallowed the whisky, my throat was damn warm. but it was nice. even so, i didn't had another glass of it. i guess it was a little to concentrated for me at the moment. still not used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having the whisky, i fell asleep so easily... i was like lying on my bed after brushing my teeth and *puff* i'm asleep. haha. maybe i should take alcohol next time when i can't sleep la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-8847835790677364896?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/8847835790677364896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=8847835790677364896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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a busy day for me. after finishing my exams, i feel so free. i'm like a bird who just got away from its cage. like an electron liberated from a metal....shit, the effects of too much studying....still talking about physics here....screw it!!! it need to take a break from all these facts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, was busy today. sorry to justin kon who ajak-ed me to play basketball and then go da gei. just can't make it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to college to actually get back my library card from jit but he still need the mechanics 3 text book for a while so i didn't get back my library card today. played ping pong with jing and andrew. and we met this A49 guy. he was good. he beat me and jing. lol. but anyway, both of us wasn't really in good form, so, yeah, we lost la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then left college for midvalley which i went to pick my sis up and joanna, a friend i made when she visited my house when i was hosting shoji (the japan guy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jalan-jalan in OU for 3 hours... did some shopping and bought a birthday present for my bro. his birthday is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my family, together with joanna and her mum, had dinner at oversea restaurant. chit-chatted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to miss the times when shoji was here and the four of us (me, my sis, joanna and shoji) played daihugou. it was a game i saw the characters on school rumble 2 played. and shoji was there with me so i asked him to teach me how to play. then me and shoji taught my sis and joanna how to play. and the four of us spent the whole night playing daihugou. it was a bloody fun game. damn fun. shoji even told me to teach others how to play daihugou. but somehow, i don't think many people i know will want to learn la. i remembered teaching oliver, arvin and jing's bro how to play during the party at jing's house. i dunno if they still remember how to play now or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post photos later....blogger is laggy i think. or tmnut's problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;added:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025026959180813090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Rbx7ZUi70yI/AAAAAAAAABU/pcdiQqNORm0/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;me and joanna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025026134547092242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Rbx6pUi70xI/AAAAAAAAABM/bcfdum0RG8E/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the three daihugou kakis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i wished there were more people who know how to play daihugou...it's a damn fucking nice game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1295030312105312483?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1295030312105312483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1295030312105312483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1295030312105312483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1295030312105312483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/friend-from-terengganu.html' title='a friend from terengganu.'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22U6gScmNfo/Rbx7ZUi70yI/AAAAAAAAABU/pcdiQqNORm0/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-3980425214477903558</id><published>2007-01-24T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:34:36.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19/19</title><content type='html'>woohoo!!!!! at last!!! it's here!!! the end of my exams!!!! it's finally over!!! i can finally stop nerding like mad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and bio 4 wasn't as hard as i've imagined. i mean, it's ok. it wasn't really hard to me cos i can really answer all the questions and i'm quite confident with my answers. and this is all because God has helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog about the 3 new stuffs i got this month. now, the most important thing to do is to DOTA!!!! my hands are damn freaking itchy la. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-3980425214477903558?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/3980425214477903558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=3980425214477903558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/3980425214477903558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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God has answered my call for help!!! he really helped me for chem unit 4!!! im quite confident with my answers today. unlike yesterday, today was almost perfect for me. and all these is with the help from God. all the glory goes to Him. i just love Him la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, time to face the hardest paper of the week. bio unit 4. although i've flunked physics unit 4, i still don't think it's freaking hard. but bio unit 4 is gila. way gila compared to bio unit 4. got so many things to study. but i know God will help me too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2460033829024995801?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2460033829024995801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2460033829024995801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2460033829024995801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2460033829024995801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/1819.html' title='18/19'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-2840881055655071775</id><published>2007-01-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T21:40:01.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17/19</title><content type='html'>haiz....i'm fucked up in physics unit 4 la....i fucking screwed that paper up. and i have no one to blame except myself...i don't fucking understand why i can't see 'mass of electron' (m&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) in the list of constants...until the last few seconds when i noticed those few words, it was too late...and that question is worth 5 MARKS!!!! and another question below it was asking which wave is that electron associated with and i can actually answer that fucking question without doing that 5 MARKS question but i was fucking sohai again at that time and ended up leaving that question blank. so totally i've lost 6 MARKS!!!! which is equivalent to 10%!!!! and i've lost those 6 MARKS which is so fucking easy to get and so fucking important to me!!! MCB!!!! I FUCKING DULAN MYSELF NOW!!! WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T I SEE THE FUCKING MASS OF ELECTRON!!!! WHY????!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fucking thing is that i actually got a 90% for physics unit 4 for my mocks and now....i don't think i can even get a 'B' cos the answers for a few questions i gave was not perfect. i wasn't confident with those answers..and this illustrates that history do repeat itself...i've flunked my C3 and now physics unit 4 is the next one on my 'subjects flunked list'...i hope chemistry 4 and biology 4 will not be the same... oh Lord, i've already helped myself, can you help me now??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-2840881055655071775?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/2840881055655071775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=2840881055655071775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2840881055655071775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/2840881055655071775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/1719.html' title='17/19'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1352510842417251258.post-1786022141344539853</id><published>2007-01-19T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:11:32.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't study!!!</title><content type='html'>this whole day. i didn't study. never even touched a single note. and the killers are coming in a few days time. the killers' names are: bio unit 4, chem unit 4, and physics unit 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since the C3 incident, i've lost all my confidence in getting 90%...for C3, i got 92% for my mock but now, my 90% is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the similar thing is that my physics unit 4 mock was also 90% and bloody hell, i don't want the same thing to repeat. i don't want to lose my 90% when i should be able to get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worse thing was, i was supposed to study for bio unit 4 today and i just don't have the mood to study and even though i woke up early today, i've just wasted my time checking out my new phone and learning the functions and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so fucking afraid now but i just can't find the mood to study. everything just won't get into my head if i tried to study. and even worse i finally can play dota. it was supposed to be good news to me but i find it to be a bad thing that happened now... cos of dota, i have no mood to study already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna be all over for me now...both exams and my As for each subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1352510842417251258-1786022141344539853?l=imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/feeds/1786022141344539853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1352510842417251258&amp;postID=1786022141344539853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1786022141344539853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1352510842417251258/posts/default/1786022141344539853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imnotdatmalicious.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-cant-study.html' title='i can&apos;t study!!!'/><author><name>zhansheng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10513469696248983347</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
