<?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-7264290771365073331</id><updated>2012-01-29T06:12:31.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UnknoWn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-4819747791478029657</id><published>2012-01-25T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T06:12:32.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;Sup....just back from celebrating Chinese New Year...and just survived 3 days without internet....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkD0K-hoWiQ/TyGEBa0UtOI/AAAAAAAAALo/CjA8LtH4ApQ/s200/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701983763141276898" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what i got as my big angpao just before CNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well after cny...its a new start for everybody....i was just wondering about new year resolutions... Many people are making themselves new year resolution...guess i should make 1...at least i have an aim... Well mine is not about getting good results and scoring in exams.... Mine is weird...like i told my friend... The next girl i like i will put in all effort to get her....well weird ... Its just so hard to like a person...TROLL....#justsaying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many nice girls out there....and everyone of them should find themselves a good partner....mine is out there somewhere...or maybe she is already in my life i just didnt realize yet... You see, i don't want to miss out the chance to be with her... that's why for the time being...i must prepare myself so i won't miss my chance... I've let a nice girl slipped out of my hands once...i don't want it to happen again... At that time, it was still my first love...gotta admit she is a nice girl and deserves someone that treats her well... I wasn't ready by then... I was an ass thinking back from now... was damn naive and cannot provide her what she need... Unless i m ready and have full confidence......then i will go for the girl i like...but for now...#waitAndSee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year was ok i guess...lesser relative came home because they are studying overseas or not free... So hung out with the usual cousins i hang out with. So...baby nephew...kinda cute though..i guess err 10-11 months old? That's when i asked my cousin the feeling of being a father...he said i will know when i get there... #_#... Babies had the best smile ever... Well...at least their smile and laughter is 100% real...  Some people outside...ya they smile...but its still 30% sarcasm?? I mean its not real... For a baby...when they are happy, they smile...when they are sad, they cry... The worst case is people in the real world...laugh and smile with you when they are the ones who hated you... Scary shit...aint nice... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is bullshit...i guess from now on gotta count on myself to do everything huh? Had problem with my scalp...my parents said it was my diet problem...became vegetarian for 2 weeks...nothing happen..still the same.. When i asked them to bring me go see doctor...they don't want... i mean seriously? Fine...shall do it alone then... When i start working i will get my scalp checked... using my own money...zzz.. I always wanted a puppy/dog...since i was 7 years old...got a first puppy from the streets, ran away.... Got a dog from spca or paws i cant remember... They inject the puppy when he was still too young...Died...thanks...zz.. After that i keep on asking for a dog... The only answer i get is our house is not big enough... So i waited...10 years passed....i've moved to a new house... And i asked again... they say the house is not big enough... I was like WTF...seriously? I bet our house has more space than those rich people who tie their dog and giv their dog a small amount of space... Wth man... i've waited 10 years and still can't get a dog..zz.. Fine...i shall move out from the house after working for 1 or 2 years and get myself a dog... No help needed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through humor, you can soften some of the worst blows that life delivers. And once you find laughter, no matter how painful your situation might be, you can survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;我不管你用任何眼光看我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; "&gt; 我都不会选择放弃&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;我要坚持到底 忽略那些冷言冷语&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Used err...5-6 days to finish 1 post...so the time abit not right....#youdontsay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-4819747791478029657?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4819747791478029657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4819747791478029657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4819747791478029657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-start.html' title='New start'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nkD0K-hoWiQ/TyGEBa0UtOI/AAAAAAAAALo/CjA8LtH4ApQ/s72-c/DSC00408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-3843385106118241974</id><published>2012-01-14T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T07:35:14.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Hey...sup bro n sis... what up? Mah blog is soo dead right now...had a boring holiday and spent all my time on going out with friends, assignments and gaming of course...xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I once saw a picture on 9gag or other websites saying that children born after the year 1996 is a disaster... Is it true? whats your opinion? For me, i guess its freaking true!! I mean based on my personal experience...Yeap they are a disaster and hell of a pain the the arse... For me, my parents don't teach them the basic manners that they taught me last time when i was still a children.. What? Do they actually do not care now? When i was little, one small mistake i will be scolded badly with no mercy... Well typical chinese family... But now, my parents don't scold my siblings anymore... ==... Which is so not freaking fair... There is a few times where i HAVE to fetch them out with me for dinner and lunch... They sat at the back seat.. I was like WTF... So now i your driver? #assholePlease ... Even if its my parents fetching them, they will still be sitting at the back seat... Then 1 day i asked my mom Y SHE NO teach them basic manners? I think that 1 day when i can't take it anymore i will freaking shout at them... I not their driver k! Only my gf deserves me to drive them around..not them...zzz..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;OK back to normal life not family life.... Family life is boring and has nothing special... Tomorrow my mother coming back from china... end of my free life...crap... So...what i think is that some people nowdays like to show off their family fortune huh? That is what i think after they take money as something easy to earn in front of me... Well...thats not your freaking money ...d-u-h... You want to show me you are rich? Earn money yourself and not taking your parents's money and flashing out everywhere like you own it... Its kinda boring and lifeless when see people does that... Lets say i earn 60 bucks a day...i m still richer than you....#inyourface... all your money come from parents...whats there to show? I see many friends say wah people drive what car what car... I said...so? not their money anyway...they are just showing that their parents are capable of earning money and can afford to spend xpensive things for them... Please... i have rich friends too...and they do not rely on their parents for money ...duh... They work their ass out to pay everything... Car, petrol, food... yeah you heard that right... Car..although the car is not big..but at least they are earning the money themselves... That i salute... If its that easy, i might as well take my parents money and donate to orphanage or beggers..then i m doing a good deed...Hell no..zzz... I m just taking my parents's money and donating it away...zz....#lifeless...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Have you had the feeling where you wanted to do something important... But everything just turn their backs on you? Everything just doesnt go smoothly for you... That is the most bullshit feeling ever... I had my experience too though... Well.... i emo for awhile and said... Well this is not working out...I should find other solutions rather than sit here emo... Its a waste of time anyway....might as well try to save the solution, at least giving it a second shot its also worth it.... Just to say, if somethings didnt turn out as smoothly as you expected... Maybe they are not suppose to happen? And any effort done is into the garbage bin... For me, i often accept negative results that are not according to plan... Well...who doesn't...LOL..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;For one human being to love another that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof; the work for which all other work is but preparation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;      ~ Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Love is the emblem of eternity: it confounds all notion of time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;      ~ Germaine De Stael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, verdana, helvetica; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-3843385106118241974?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3843385106118241974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/01/crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3843385106118241974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3843385106118241974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2012/01/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-3490393099928904471</id><published>2011-12-25T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T06:33:00.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey!</title><content type='html'>So boring...never liked holidays...rather spend my time with friends....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Went Petronas Science center...saw 1 girl...reminds me of my x crush... I think this girl is secondary school if i m not mistaken...really looked like her... :) Well that reminds me of the time when i m in high school...Form 4...I am in the "newspaper delivery" service with my friends...so during assembly we can walk around the school where everybody else stone there listening to principal "singing"... So that time i had my eye on 1 girl...she was a school prefect and she is in charge of a specific spot in the school... So during one assembly...i wanted to talk to her, so my 2 best friends accompany me to find her...She was at 1 end of the corridor and i was at the other...Walking towards her...the feeling is damn special... Its a mixture of nervous and "IDK what to say"... So was walking walking...half way i wanted to turn back...But i guess its weird for a guy to walk half way n turn away... Owh and FYI...i don't know this girl, so its like i m approaching her to get to know her kind of stuff...Never tried that before though...and i know Asians don't really does that i guess? Owh well...When i approached her, there's no sense of rejection so i manage to vomit out a few questions... Yeah she was shy n i was like damn nervous...please...lol...First time man...Scary... So yeah that was a scary experience when i was in high school...this girl from the science center reminded me of her...Owh well...xD *sweet memories... i still remember the moment where i punch the wall because i was too scared... *my approach wasn't once...its like more than 7 TIMES! and i only get 1 correctly...others i freaked out and walked away...kena scolded by my friends...xS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Owh well...i guess the opportunity to approach the girl that i like which i don't know is not gonna happen again? After high school...its more complicated..you can't go and approach and girl and talk like that... You will be given one tight slap.... And its straight forward.... If the girl doesn't like you...there will be a big red light there...and maybe you will b turned down right on the spot... (Wootz? Why today so got feel to write love stories..xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Owh ya...anybody has the feeling of being liked by the person that you wanted to be only friends? So...interview session..how's the feeling? good or scary? Why is it good? Because you have the attention? How is the feeling of being liked by a person nice again? Please...If you don't like him or her...just tell them man...dont freaking waste their time and energy...they are better of with somebody if its not you... Some like the feeling which i think the feeling is very scary! You can see their every moves...everything they said then you will have a picture of them liking you in their mind...WTH...scares the shit out of me...Aint nice Aint nice...dont like... Thats why when you like someone...DO NOT show it out...i repeat DO NOT show it out...it will turn out negative if that person don't know how to handle the feeling...Owh well..xD...thats life...damn interesting...thats the risk you gotta take....awesome shitz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my post all the things are #JUSTSAYING!! I REPEAT #JUSTSAYING....doesn't apply to any individuals...awesome shitz eh? but seriously its #JUSTSAYING! don't take it personally...#truestory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been laying here all night, listening to the rain. Talking to my heart and trying to explain. Why sometimes i catch myself wondering what might have been. Yes I do think about you every now and then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-3490393099928904471?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3490393099928904471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3490393099928904471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3490393099928904471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey.html' title='Hey!'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2506339313883763255</id><published>2011-12-17T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T06:44:45.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>Sup guys...have been quite some time i didnt update blog...Lazy to write anything...When i have the feel...i wasn't with my computer...so just screw the updating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...how's life? Pfft...what a bad starting line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is female and male that different? Why the stories i heard from my female friends always give me a nice shock... Saying that their other female friends treat them this n that way... Ain't female and male the same? I mean no offence some say female are abit more complicated than men... #truestory? It seems like female's friendship...got abit complicated... Maybe i m just hearing one side of the story...i haven heard the worst in males..but so far that i can see...male friends are more...true? Like in movies and shit...female friends always backstab female friends and have problems with female friends...well for guys...when they have issues....its mostly about girls...aint that right? So back to topic... When female are with female...idk...they seem abit fake with each other...not being their true self and talk what they don't feel like talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me..my guy friends are like all my bestie...With them i can talk crap and shit stuffs...Guys and guys can talk for hours on craps and shits... And they dont backstab their friends and are true to their friends....(or is it the male friends i mix with are just awesome?) Me and my old school mate...although didnt meet for many months because he is busy...when we hang out...we can talk for hours and still thinks the time is insufficient... Guys and guys don't need what high-tea...go fancy restaurants to have a drink and chat... Like what me n my friend did last night was 2 guys i was fetching him home...so in the car we had a nice conversation also....#easypeasy... Even when i reach his house...we can sit in the car and chat for awhile because we don't know when only we can have the opportunity to have a nice conversation like this...We were like old school mates...but the friendship there is still like normal...like how we act in our high school life... And its funny though...in my high school life...we all had issues among each other....always have fights and arguments....now we all hang out...its like all best friends...although some haven change...still that bit bit sarcastic and monkey-like...but yeah they're just aww-sum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see....the thing is....i don't know if in the future i can have these awee-sum friends with me... In my working days....when we're still all single...maybe come out mamak stores to chill and talk about shit stuffs in our high school life and complain about our love life...xD I don't know how long we have the opportunity to have fun like this... I can't imagine when we all get married...xD ....the gay guys talk will be much lesser....because we all need to focus on our families...children and wife... :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The way i look at things is the way things happen around me...If the things happening around you is not the same as me...then dun blame me for stereotyping...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night...me and my friends go to this competition at this small shopping mall? Basketball competition...well... This awesome girl..she is there...:) talk to her alot that night...have funny conversations and stuff.... When i got home...i was like...re-call the moments we had... Only i realize...nah...i do not like her ... Well i think i like her because she is nice and friendly...although she don't look hot...but personality that matters right? So i was like acting "myself" in front of her...haha...which is not the normal thing i do in front of the girl i like.... I was comfortable in front of her...can talk many crap and shit like i used to...and enjoyed the moment... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is it all guys will act differently in front of the person he like? Or is it all human beings are like that...Well for me if i act normally in front of any girl...means i don't like them... I wished its easy to like someone new...:) then the pain would be less... But i couldn't...i envy people can recover from a break-up in like days and going out with another girl already?  Owh well...guess its just old-fashion-me... :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated because I can't tell if it's real. Mad because I don't know how you feel. Upset because we can't make it right. Sad because I need you day and night. Angry because you won't take my hand. Aggravated because you don't understand. Disappointed because we can't be together, but still I'll love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out Yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2506339313883763255?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2506339313883763255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2506339313883763255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2506339313883763255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-3035153568033047275</id><published>2011-12-11T06:23:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T06:16:21.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Combination of 3 days</title><content type='html'>OkOk..where do i start? I try my best to remember the things that I've done...This is gonna be like a freaking diary....:(   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Okay... Last Friday, was the a memorable day...THE DAY THAT I STOP BEING A VEGETARIAN.... *proud... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Then its Saturday...Morning was boring because i slept until 11pm because i played Pokemon with Eric until err 2pm? LOL...Lifeless...Then woke up at 11 played nba until 1.30pm. Then head yi jun's house to fetch him and go eric's house to fetch him and went to sunway club gym. Yi jun was like wondering "eh, gym got leng lui?" LOL...Me and eric stared at him...haha...we know he was joking...What to do...boys...:p... After err lets say 1 hour of gym? i think less than that...wasn't in the mood...:(...Then 3 guys went in the steam room to chat...Yi jun..because he is the new guy... We close the door hardly and let the steam water on the ceiling fell on him....and no joke..its damn hot....haha..Thats what eric did to me last time....:( After that we plan to go pyramid find for part-time job de...but then saw the parking all like alot of people...So many cars parked beside the road...And i think was drizzling...so aiya..went back.... Go home do stuffs and 7p.m. go pyramid because i told my parents i wan find job...*desperate for part-time job...:P   Once i reached pyramid...i seriously go ever level to find for jobs...and i think i walked the whole pyramid? Or at least also got 80%... and was texting eric blabbing about how pissed i am finding for jobs... Some shop can like put vacancy on the window...and when i go ask..they say the job is taken... AT LEAST TAKE DOWN THE PAPER DAMMIT... Was so excited when i saw vacancy-part-timer.... I mean there's a few more shops that have vacancies...but i didnt went inside to ask... I didn't want to do the jobs that i dont like for example sell shoes...shirts... I went to the Digital Centre to find...no job...:( Then went to those stalls like Hot&amp;amp;Roll, Sno, Moo Cow and many more... Dont't have... Its shocking to know that finding a part-time job can be so hard..... Then went to arcade to shoot a few hoops...and daytona for 1 round and went home...empty handed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Next is today...Morning went to a RM2 shop to have breakfast...although its cheap...but its damn nice....vegetarian shop...xD...After that, went to IDk what place to see some Buddhist thing...They release the fishes into the river something like that... And listened to a few interesting stories... The sentence i remembered most is "once you meet difficulties, stay calm" and another is "There's no miracles in life" I am not that spiritual la...but i DO believe in miracles...thats what made my day everytime... Later on head back home and my family went to IOI mall to shop but i stayed at home... Around 2pm, they called and call me to go eat lunch by myself.... Thats the hardest part...i don't want to go far, and i want something cheap.. Well the pan mee shop didnt open to went to this Taiwan restaurant.... Ordered Chicken chop rice and Lemon Juice...damn nice...RM12.50..WTH...expensive....==...simply eat can go up to RM12.50...not nice...Then at night went to pyramid again because my mom wanted to Universal Traveler to buy some shirt or duno jacket and stuffs... She is going to Guangzhou to accompany her sister to do surgery there i think? Well at least 2 weeks she go there... Then I was like walking around the whole pyramid to find for a nais place with strong Wi-Fi...But failed...so headed to arcade and wanted to shoot some hoops...But stopped at the Midnight arcade machine to watch one malay and one chinese kid playing the game... I was in their shoes once..but now i don't really fancy arcades...go once in a while is ok...Because last time i m really addicted to arcades.... Well the malay children won...lol..Syok sendiri...then he versus ghost mode...==...he is so into the game until he pointed middle finger at the screen.... Which is LOL! Then walked around the arcade...lazy to play and game...so stopped again at this dancing machine to watch the guy dance...NOT bad... Few minutes later my dad called me to meet up....we were going home... Then he told me its time to go buy new clothes for chinese new year... NOOO....buying new clothes is like my worst nightmare....&amp;gt;&amp;lt;... I hate buying new clothes...so i told him..."If i got time i will buy...currently lazy to buy now..." And yeah went home and thats the end of my day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Owh well...jobless asshole down the street...cannot work....might as well study...Girls don't like guys that are less clever than them...:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace Out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-3035153568033047275?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3035153568033047275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/combination-of-3-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3035153568033047275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3035153568033047275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/combination-of-3-days.html' title='Combination of 3 days'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-4878165252467578852</id><published>2011-12-10T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T07:01:10.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad case</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hmm...watched you're the apple of my eye yesterday... And i have to admit that the movie was awesome...Lol..i so late only start watching... Well the movie is really sad la...then ending....i heard people said that its unexpected.... But too bad while i was watching the movie...i skipped the ending...which starts from the wedding... I just closed the window and do my stuff... I guess i just don't have the courage to watch the ending? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My friends say that the main character's life is almost like me... i said...naaahh... he has courage and I don't have courage... Well i guess because its a movie...the story line is scripted and mostly is not the same as real life i guess?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Well, movies and videos really inspires me... Well if my friends think that the story line is like my life, then i SHOULDN'T let the ending come true.... Hey come on...although the story line is almost same as my life...doesn't mean i will end up like him... I WON'T let that happen! Watching the person you love marrying another guy? And congratulate them but actually you're not sincere? That is like worst than dying... No man..that aint nice... Never let the person you love go with other person... Once you have the chance just tell her....or worst comes to worst accept the rejection and move on....( i know its hard...but this is life... :'(  )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-4878165252467578852?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4878165252467578852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/sad-case.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4878165252467578852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4878165252467578852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/sad-case.html' title='Sad case'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2246187232323997830</id><published>2011-12-03T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T06:31:50.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Peasy</title><content type='html'>Hmm...yesterday was interesting.... i was having fun for the whole day... Nothing went bad...well.. got la..but i dun think that as too bad...(idk what i talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...start off by going to the temple in bangi... My mom force me to go...so i drive go lu...although this is damn lame..but its the first time i drive 120km/h.... dont care la...myvi drive so fast for wat...not same at all..after praying n all those...went to the restaurant in the temple... Ordered Wantan mee...and it was like the best wantan mee i've ever tasted.... :)...Then went home after lunch... OTW, i hear like my car got abit problem...then stop by the side to check...lol...idk what fell off and keep hitting the tayar... Then thats why my wife masuk hospital for fixing and service...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my old house there de shop to fix my car... I was thinking..since so long din come back ad...so i just talk a short walk around the place... Hmm....not any obvious changes here and there...i still see familiar faces and familiar cars... The childhood i had growing up in this neighbor hood...hmm...it also smells like home..:)... I thought of the future...hey i might move back to my old house here though..when i had a steady job or something...then have 2 dogs... I mean that neighborhood has all the things i need... Have petrol...restaurant...7-11...car shop...clinic...barber...pharmacy... I dunid to go anywhere though...its so convenient...IDK la...for some people...they can dai living in that environment...I mean its simple though...although i gotta admit that place is abit dangerous la...but now got guards already..should not be that dangerous gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like the house i m living now...On top of the hill...yeah i admit the scenery is nice...can see sunway from my house...But the people here not same lo...Not all la..but i feel like kinda... I duno how to express this feeling ... Around my old house when i take a walk, the best car i see is err...benz? or bmw? And majority of the cars is proton? perodua? not alot of fancy cars... Like my house here...zzz..easily u can find a sports car...porche? ferrari? lancer? r35? Hummer? got 1 guy ownes 3 hummer...zzz.. Not that i envy or what, but they work hard, so they deserve it... and myvi is like normal car here...lol..haven get to see 1 car is not as good as myvi...  Aiya...now the car my parents buy de...what for compare...Lol..(talking to myself) My friend from highschool keep compare my car and his...and i keep say...all now buy car is parents money wad...care so much for what...nxt time we ownself earn money buy car then only got meaning ma...now got car can already de la... Rait? :)   IDK...i think simple life suits me more sia.... ^^&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night, me n my friends celebrate a friend's birthday...but b4 that went basketball first.... lol..boys...hahah...Had fun though...gotta talk with my old friends...and knew my friend's sister...lool.... But mostly our gathering is chatting la...not spending time eat or watch football... Then its time for da cake...whee...damn excited...coz first time make...dun know what will ppl think that cake taste like... All see the cake...then say its buy de...lol...coz the design really nice...by my friend's mom...fruit cake that i ate the past few days.... My friend cut the cake and divide to all...giv me first..then i go giv her younger sister...lol....all BOO me....haha...After all eat the cake..all also say nice...wheee...and really dun believe that is we make de...haha... U gotta see the face of the birthday boy man...haha...damn epic...his face was like stunned...haha...well at least i think like that.... I mean i dun think got ppl ever bake him a cake for his birthday b4 la...maybe got..but so far i dun think so...this is the first time...and the first time for me to bake a cake for a GUY! *gayism... ^^   Well...thats the most i can do for a best friend rait? Coz b4 this all wan buy him another thing...so i was like...his family quiet rich de also...what for he needs those things...lets get him something he cannot buy...and poof...a cake which contains alot of "sweat"and heart.... You got money also cannot buy a...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x471BqLZat8/TtuENBrSyEI/AAAAAAAAALc/aTOiqEpNN_A/s1600/cake.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x471BqLZat8/TtuENBrSyEI/AAAAAAAAALc/aTOiqEpNN_A/s200/cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682280714181199938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Da cake...nice? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2246187232323997830?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2246187232323997830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/easy-peasy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2246187232323997830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2246187232323997830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/12/easy-peasy.html' title='Easy Peasy'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x471BqLZat8/TtuENBrSyEI/AAAAAAAAALc/aTOiqEpNN_A/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-5758693951806292075</id><published>2011-11-28T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T04:44:32.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sien</title><content type='html'>Sien....really damn sien...no life these days...finished the game my friend gave me... luckily manage to download nba 2k12...awesome game.... Now my blog topic ideas come from my daily driving...me driving alone..then can think of any blog topics..if not my blog will be so dead...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This world seriously change alot already....hmm...and its getting more complicated and complicated.... I just wished for a simple life....but i think that my wish wun come true...coz humans are unpredictable...they can do things that we can't imagine... Now do everything also need to becareful... I dont know la...i cant even reconize my real friends now...the ones that grew up with me...they can change in a split second... some aren't true friends anymore...sien lo....they had become friends-for-benefit... my primary school friends...some really change until i dun dare to imagine...looks like the the world is changing very fast and i m slacking behind... I m just too naive and simple minded...the things that i think of is for short-term...not long term.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real friends are hard to get...and i know who la... i know la...some people...don't want to be themselves...when they want to know a new friend... They be the person that other people want them to be...not being theirselves....i see also sien...how can a human being be fake like this.... seriously.... You want people to be real to you...you must be real to themselves first ma... I see you want attention...Sien man... you got 1 true friend that is loyal to you...at least she is true...but you dump her and go with new friends.... I see also sien! got someone too good for you already..you dont want..you want "something new" zzzz.... duno how to appriciate...when he/she leaves you...then only u cry like a .....IDK...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some people....they hide their flaws...to be with their friends.... What for o? you are sked that they will hate you for your flaws? Then their are not your friends already lar... everybody has flaws ok...zzz...if u dun hav 1..you're not even human... For me...i take the chance to show all my flaws...sometimes i even overshow...show those flaws that dun hav in me....i want to see who are my true friends.... if you can take the "worst me" then you're my real friend...coz actually i m not that worst la...just i add on my flaws to see anybody out there that is real to me...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know already 1...i write this blog..sure got people will beh song... What can i say...true friends tell the TRUTH...and truth are not meant to be music to your ears....zzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I write this blog base on my understanding....if we are not on the same page...then thats not my problem..:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-5758693951806292075?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5758693951806292075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/11/sien.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5758693951806292075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5758693951806292075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/11/sien.html' title='Sien'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2267638232039264485</id><published>2011-11-18T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:59:08.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>shit man...sick...got the whole package...flu...fever..sore throat... I m just dayum lucky... Well thats what you get for walking under the rain for 2 days.... Actually its quite nice though...xD...walking in the rain...makes you think of stuffs....lol..just joking...actually its kinda romantic walking alone... but its better if you have a friend walking with you la... a friend that can chat any kind of stuffs....and won't backstab you back.... which is really shitty&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally relieved....because now i know the requirements for degree in IT.....i asked information center...they said at least need to pass.... Getting in is no problem...coping with the sylabus is a problem only....if i can do it then its no problem....:)....relieved that i dunid to retake....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So long didnt blog already lo....cant find a good topic to blog....not emo nowdays...how to blog...haha...which is good....i emo i waste time...might as well go play game...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know myself very much de....these days i game alot...hard to control myself....but how also must control abit...i keep saying to myself... But it doesn't help...i got resit this friday...n i haven study...sien....need to study tomorrow onwards....#hopemywishcomestrue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IDK....suddenly i have a feeling of how lucky i am... Being blessed with so many things and i still want to FML? Tak Payah la...and other individuals outside also...must learn how to appreciate what God gave you... Have you ever imagine if God didnt give u a set of eyes? God gives you face, nice body.....but takes away your eyesight... Would you exchange with them? What if you don't have a chance? Do you know how lucky is it to have a set of eyes? I m not in the position to speak la..since i have vision.... But i know its scary to lose your eyes... Imagine you can't see the ones you love, your friends, etc... Same goes to voice... As you know, i talk damn alot...and if suddenly God takes away my voice...i don't know how m i gonna accept that fact for the rest of my lives... Cant speak means you cant express your feelings and what you opinions... I mean you can, but its alot harder to use sign language all those... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagine that you want to say something...you're so used to talking...and when suddenly you can't talk...how u gonna express your feelings? Its very suffering....you can't say the three letter words to the one you love... But actually that doesnt really matter rite? :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL...seriously duno what thing to post...not emo anymore...LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2267638232039264485?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2267638232039264485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2267638232039264485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2267638232039264485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-7753771058997255942</id><published>2011-11-09T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T05:13:35.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+_+</title><content type='html'>Had 2 awesome days of my life... &lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my extended family gave me a surprise party...at that time i really don't know how to react.... This is the first time i got a surprise from my friend.... Usually i so-called celebrate with my family? Which is so damn boring n pointless i guess? Didn't believe that my extended family would stay back to celebrate with me...their class ends at 3.15 i guess? and they waited until my class end... Words cant describe my feeling... Brenda tweeted that i got no reaction....haha...its because i tak tau how to react...takkan want me cry right? :P  One friend even went to pyramid today just to buy me a slice of cake...which i really didnt expect.... The cakes that i eat this year has more meaning and are the best cake that i've ever tasted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that went home n stone... After dinner...randomly my mom asked why today so late go home.... I said celebrate birthday la...she asked why your friends so many birthday 1....HELLO...there's no rule saying that my friends cant have many birthdays....zzz... Then i told her its my birthday celebration...zzz...And she said that i keep go out la this la that la... And said i cannot go out already....i was like wtf...so now you're reducing the times i spent with my friends? This freaking timetable is already crappy enough...and now i cant go on outings? Eff....  You can do anything to me...but don't do things that relate to my friends...you involve them...you die... After that was damn pissed...so wanted to use the laptop.... My mom was holding it since she just finished using and was watching TV... I went and take the laptop...she dun wan give...she pull back... So i just pull la from her....don't need give face to her 1.... She dominate too much already.... So i just pulled...and walk up straight to my room.... In your face ! Later chat with eric about it...he said that i still can put smiley face even when i m pissed...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I m glad that I always have my awesome friends with me.... When i m down...they will always be there for me.... ( ok seriously i m bad in acting....saw something on facebook and now i no mood to blog already)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i should learn william though....He have a headphone over his head everytime....and listens to emo songs when he is emo....At least for that few minutes he is in his own world... For me...only rap or rnb music can take her off my mind for a while... Everytime thought of her...my mood really can change 360 degree... Until i put on my headphone only she will be off my mind.... My friends call me to do some other things to get her off my mind... If i can i early already do la.... :)  But i know that this method only can be used temporary....it can be used forever...i still need to find a solution to get my ass out of this shit....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cant wait for my hair to grow long...gonna do something new to my head...gonna make a big difference in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I m bad at lying...its too hard to tell a lie that you're ok when you're not....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW..thanks to all who wished me...:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-7753771058997255942?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7753771058997255942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/7753771058997255942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/7753771058997255942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='+_+'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-5840455538605441667</id><published>2011-11-03T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T05:52:32.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzz life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Made a video about the times we had as an extended family...Well...the xpiry date is gonna be in another 10 more weeks or less? Then we will all be separated.... Making the video....even the computer so beh song me...so many technical problems...Until i have to find other alternative ways to finish the video...At this kind of time...Windows...Seriously? Do you hate me so much... Is the video nice? Because of this video making...duno i emo for how many days already... Finding pics is easier than putting all the pictures together... Blindly looking at the fun times we had...knowing its gonna end soon...and i can't do anything about it..sucks! For the third semester...i scared later while i m doing the vid i will cut myself n die in front of the computer...LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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-d10b06ef5e9726eb" 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://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd10b06ef5e9726eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D602FC2D173DC58C7621D31750459782D106FA1EB.1FB9D3BB27F6FF3B79594A31BE2DCF11274A6611%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd10b06ef5e9726eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmJKKG0J1Aws0TybkYpZ55D-HC3M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd10b06ef5e9726eb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331253368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D602FC2D173DC58C7621D31750459782D106FA1EB.1FB9D3BB27F6FF3B79594A31BE2DCF11274A6611%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd10b06ef5e9726eb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmJKKG0J1Aws0TybkYpZ55D-HC3M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the vid i made...enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day before i take the timetable...seriously prayed to god that i get a nice nice timetable...but when i got the timetable...WTH man...zzzz....Thanks god..thanks.....Start the third sem for a few days and i feel that it sucks already... How m i gonna continue for the whole semester? Thanks to my computer science subject...now seriously is 100% separated from my friends... I think...well nvm ba...its already so dead...i cant change anything... Haiz...the first class in malaysian studies...already have an asshole lecturer...zzz...first day he already made me bom him in front of so many ppl... He suggested that our class go on lawatan sambil belajar...thats what made me f-ing pissed...I told him that whats the fucking point of going if all of us will be in our own gangs....We wont socialize at all...ZZZ.....Ever since I took my timetable...like everything goes so not according to plan... Everything is like going against me...WTH man..gime a break! In class is like freaking #foreveralone man... Now everyday in class...sit alone...you guys know how damn boring is it? Other people who say their class sucks! Think again man! WHOSE CLASS LAGI SUCK! I told my friend...at least you guys are in the same class together leh... He/She dun appriciate it! You guys come try being alone in 1 class lo....see whats the feeling...talk so much... Damn freaking sien...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday found out that i failed my maths...the feeling of fear is not there... Like in the first semester...i fail 1 subject...like very scared and nervous...but this semester...that feeling is gone already.... I dun feel scared no more... My feeling is like fail then fail lo...retake la.... I miss the feeling back in sem 1...at least i have a direction and know the fear of failing... This sem...haiz...not scared of failing already...There's no more common sense in me anymore...Can somebody know some sense out of me? I really like bo rasa already... Owh well...my timetable already suck this bad...what could be worst right? Add 1 more subject only ma... I think if i fail other subjects...i wun show any reaction already...Whats that to show? My mood already is like that...sien...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i understand why I m so afraid that i close my eyes today...and wont be able to open them up the next day...because i have my friends all...and the person i cherish...I wonder...if i didnt have them...i might lost interest in living... Maybe thats what that keeps me alive for so long...HMM...problems? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imma failure...ZZZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-5840455538605441667?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5840455538605441667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/11/zzzz-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5840455538605441667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5840455538605441667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/11/zzzz-life.html' title='zzzz life'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2083172180827019940</id><published>2011-10-25T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T06:57:16.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ZZZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was the last day of our exam....finally relieved....had a great time with my friends... We watch some movie that i usually don't watch in cinema...well...this is the first time....No mood blog now man...but i've already started....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, its better not to know so many things.... The &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth...that we all don't want to know...its always damn painful... Suddenly only today i knew something that can change me straight away... After knowing that issu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e...really no mood to do anything....but still...what i do is to "act" happy? Laughing is the best medicine right? Today all so happy....so didnt put on my emo mask today.... I've been keeping alot of masks in my pocket...and from time to time...i will change these masks... My mood depends on my mask... I think everybody out there has their own masks.... Just i think my collection of masks is more than others? What are masks for? They are for hiding all my flaws i can say? With these masks....people can't really know what am i thinking of... Which is good...because i can be unpredictable... What for being predictable? Its so boring... But if i can find someone that really understands me more than myself...I would thank god for th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at... One that can see through my masks and know who am I.... But i guess this day won't come? Previously saw the video about the end of the world... Which made me appreciate my friends more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the end of semester 2....gonna start my video making... well..after this video...i only have the chance to make 1 more video...and thats it...We all go our separate ways... Maybe we won't even see each other anymore...but we can still communicate through facebook though... Just set a timing and we all can chat about our stuffs in our new envir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;onment.... I wished i had more time.... In a few more months...i can't do anything for them anymore... Chit-chat....the most also few more months...and thats it... Lunch? dun think we will have lunch together when we are in degree programs... Had been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; thinking of organizing a prom...but then....if me n my friends organize prom...we will be the organizer...and will be busy with our stuffs on the event day... We won't have time to sit down on the same table and chat,take pictures, laugh...you name it.... Thats the thing that is keeping me from organizing prom... It may be the last time we sit together and have dinner on the same table... I want to cherish all our memories...the memories we had....its what kept me from doing stupid things... My house=NOTHING... can i share problems with them? NO...can i chat with them? NO...do they have the same interest as me? NO...i guess i am like the teenager in I Not Stupid... He has 1 saying...which is something like...My house...from the outside...looks like it has everything....but the fact is....inside the house...is empty....Something like that...cant remember the details... To me...friends are like treasure to me...but sometimes i will do stupid things that offended them.... I won't feel comfortable after doing that... Althou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gh we dont have many pictures taken this sem...which is insufficient for the video making...but i will crack my brain and work something out...hope it surprises my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;p style="font: normal normal normal 14px/25px 'Trebuchet MS', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;Without friends no one would choose to live, though he had all other goods.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok this part gets a bit idiotic....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does lying on the hospital bed feels like? How does it feel when your friends visit you when you are lying on the hospital bed? Dammit man...these days really got that kind of feeling and thinking that i WANT to bang car... When emotionally unstable....i see one car in front...i wil think of banging the car straight away...and cause an accident to mys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;elf... Special thanks to my dad man..seriously....zzzz....don't know what the fuck he wants...but its damn freaking shit! And my mom also...whats wrong with playing game huh? Got a freaking problem? You give me something to do at home la...if you don't want me play game.... What you guys normally do at home? socialize with family members right? You know how's my life? everyday reach home from college...go upstairs....sleep/play computer.... Dinner come down and eat early...coz i will be eating alone... Then finish eating i will go back to my room and chat with friends or something.... What a life i m having....its so freaking lifeless...i would tell myself many times to get a freaking life.... But what can i do? See parents....nothing to say.... And if got something to say...they sure relate the things that i said and shoot back to me... WTF.... Like today...i said that next semester com science class...lecturer will borrow us a tablet or ipad for the whole sem...to do programming... Then u know what my father thought of? He suddenly said..... I see u everytime use 2 phones a? Those big boss earning billion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s of dollars also din use 2 phones... I as a student using 2 phones? EH HELLO! USING 2 PHONES IS TO SAVE THE FREAKING COST LA! one to maxis one to digi...got wrong? The rate now all damn freaking high.... I use digi call maxis...you know how freaking xpensive? 36 sen per minute! From maxis to digi..33 sen per minute! WTF!!! Those freaking bosses earn damn freaking alot of money... so their phone bills are no feeling for them la! How much they use...they pay la! Eventhough its few hundred bucks...!!! CELAKA! I NEXT TIME GO EAT OR WHAT OUTING.... I WON'T SAY A WORD! JIBAI! SAY THING THEN KENA SHOOT BACK! I WON'T SAY ANYTHING NOW! HAPPY? Unless i need to inform u guys something only i talk...IF NOT I WON'T TALK!   (Blog is the only place i can xpress my anger and hatred..hope you guys understand...its a way of talking to myself) *hint...have children when you and your partner's age is young...the older you have ur babies... When they grow u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p...there will be a miscommunication there...you won't be able to communicate with your children... Because the frequency is not the same......... Parents...if you cant say anything nice? dont say anything at all? Get it? Zzzzz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well this post is a combination of 2 days...i didnt want to publish coz i got a feeling something idiotic might happen today....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And..i was freaking right... Woke up early in the morning and check my fb and twitter... Parents saw only i m awake...called me to go for breakfast...zzz... Obviously i don't wana go...go for what...eat? just dapao back for me lah...DUH... Or if duwan then i eat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;myself la...go out with you guys....zzz... So go lo...buy the normal praying stuffs first...my mom call me to hold...i just turn away and say...you ownself duno how to hold a...ownself got 1 bag ad..zzz... And teaching us so many about recycling...dun use plastic bags... My mom buy shirt also wan put plastic bags...zzz...she already has the recycle bag and tom dick and harry has....why dun use? HUH? Know how to teach...but dun apply to yourself...You think we all will follow? zzzz.... After that went for breakfast at this restaurant...eat only lo....parents chat and i eat alone...minding my own business....Owh well...then reached home....i continue my computer...don't care what is happening downstairs...Owh ya...forgotten the biggest issue for da day... Special thanks to my parents...zzz.. During the breakfast...they were talking about buying a new car...i dun care la...duno is innova or camry....zzz... So they 2 talking about planning their financials...AND...suddenly my mom said..."cannot leh...also duno j&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ian wei can go to university or not...later need spend money...." I was like wtf...which freaking parents said that in front of their children....ZZZ...what is duno whether i can go university or not... FUCK....go use ur fucking money....dun use it on my.... I rather work than use your money....dignity man! Owh ya...if u guys are trying to make me think? WELL....#FAIL!  Idiotz.... Ownself dun let me work....still worry about your money? zzzz....you let me work la! i wun use your money from that day on...LAMER....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel like making scars on my arms with the kitchen knife... Just randomly had this vision that i will... If 1 day i get out of control or go mad or some shit...my friends should not be around me....i sked i do something stupid... Okay...my parents made me think of accidents....scars...cuts...what more can their actions make me think of doing? Impress me life....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;If you hate your parents, don't show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around a tree. If you really want to rebel against your parents: outearn them, outlive them, and know more than they do. (FUCK YEAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://a7.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/321616_260140884023535_141248179246140_681148_449930669_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 25px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#likeaboss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2083172180827019940?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2083172180827019940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/zzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2083172180827019940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2083172180827019940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/zzz.html' title='ZZZ'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-4540815575596218044</id><published>2011-10-22T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T07:42:40.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Seriously man....why many of my friends keep calling me to go for her ....NOW... I not ready yet...sorry my friends have to listen to that...haha...but i really not ready yet.... When i'm ready i will go...k? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today...as usual..normal day...it sucks...woke up at 12...lol...ate breakfast...then stone there...twitter for few minutes..then decided to go play ball...so went at 12.30? LOL..it was damn freaking hot...took off my shirt...and there's nobody in the court except me..every car that passes by keep staring at me...as if i m an idiot playing under the sun...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later around 45 minutes of playing..drove home and was finding for food...  There was no food...so have to go to the nearest food court to eat...alone..==   But then something interesting happened... After i reach the food court...get off my car...saw a cute puppy...lost n i think its hungry...coz its so damn skinny... Pet the puppy for  awhile and went for lunch... While waiting for my food...suddenly thought of the puppy... Its so damn cute...so i decided to buy the puppy food after i finish mine... Bought a one ringgit hot dog bread for the puppy...and on the way back to my car... Was thinking...what if the puppy isn't there anymore...then i have to eat the bread myself...* prays along the way back to my car...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looked around my car to see if the puppy is still there...Didnt look long, so just went in the car... When i started the engine...something made me make another spin to find the dog... And well i did...I FOUND THE PUPPY! It was few cars away from mine....so found a nice parking spot and called the puppy near my car... Opened the door, took the bread and gave it to the puppy... The puppy bit the bread and ran off.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well....was happy and sad the same time.... First...i didnt xpect the puppy to wait for me there...and i get to gave him the bread... The thing is...the puppy...well...really didnt appreciate what i did...it just bit the bread and ran away...which leaves me hanging there...well...can't expect alot from a puppy right... *Hidden meaning....don't interpret wrongly...your thinking doesnt mean will be same as mine... :0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-4540815575596218044?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4540815575596218044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-for-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4540815575596218044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4540815575596218044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for fun'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-8093203408413163892</id><published>2011-10-15T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T05:33:17.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workshop&gt;SS15&gt;Home</title><content type='html'>Today was kinda interesting for me.... Haha...i enjoyed the whole day...and its so epic... i shall not forget this day until the day i die....i meant the meaningful part...xD&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK..lets start..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planned to meet jim in college at 8...so we can go to this seminar...or i think workshop...coz i see google map...they say it will only take around 20 minutes? So i thought...relax lo...don't need so rush... So ...in the end i woke up at 8.30....If Jim didnt call me....i will surely sleep until 9 or so on....So when he hung up...i jumped out of bed and wash up damn fast...didnt have time to bath though....so didnt bath.... without my breakfast...i drove to college....and its damn scary...try not to do it again...So reach college and we started our journey....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started smoothly...following the map that i printed yesterday night.... Full of confidence...until we took the first turn...where it all changed the journey....We don't know where were we back then....saw a police officer and asked for directions....and all the directions he gave...i didnt understand anything...i just keep nodding... and so I followed his instructions and don't know where we end up...so Jim on his gps and we followed the gps...Go go go..and along the way....we don't know called the academy how many times already to ask for directions...But me as usual...don't memorize the road de...just followed blindly...OK to keep this post short...if not i will be like telling a freaking long story... but i can say this... on the way... we asked about 5 or 6 person or more than that on how to reach our destination.... Well...some were helpful...and some lead us to the wrong direction.... &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...we reached the destination.... OWH wait...before that...we entered The Star newspaper's building...we thought that was the destination...and when we went in....we saw The Star...== What to do...took the token already....and went to pay straight away....RM 3 for a freaking 1 minute? LOL #Fail..... Then we only went to the real building...Sorry didnt take many pics of the journey...because i was busy driving and looking for directions and Jim was helping with the gps and calls and also sleeping was his job....xD Okay...the building don't look like a building though....in fact...it looked like apartments....==... their lift sucks....and its damn scary....  So we manage to find the academy...and went in for the talk....we were 2 hours late....:(.... the journey itself should be 20 minutes....but we took 2 hours to reach.... #Fail....     Inside the small room...we were with other i think around 20 more programmers? Judging from their looks...they look like professionals.... Ok well i think all of them at least had finished their degree? LOL ....me and Jim were the weird ones....From Sunway University College...and others are from like government firms or private sector... ok freaky.. And during the workshop...i was like staring blindly at the guy and at least Jim understand abit....i was totally blur there....#Fail   But managed to learn a thing or two there...can't wait for the next workshop...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok then after the workshop....we followed Jim's gps and almost went the wrong way! #Fail.... Cause we are not that sure on how to use that gps...so we put...Subang Jaya...and when i reached the bridge....the road says turn left to bandar sunway....and the gps says go straight....i was like...shit man...nvm follow instincts...and i was right! So went to college and pick Ivy up to go SS15.... To be honest....i don't really know how to go SS15....haha...So Ivy lead the way by giving directions....and almost went wrong...haha...at the roundabout...we should turn 3'o clock...before that Ivy said go 12'o clock...and when waiting for our turn....i see the sign...straight is to ss14..lol....then i ask her again....then only she recalled....haha...funny...almsot went the wrong way.... So reach ss15 already....then go find parking and go see Jim perform YOYO!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was like craving for food because i haven't eat breakfast and lunch....It was already 2 something...I m so hungry i can eat anything...:)  then went to the shop called "beans" then sat down and eat....Then chat along the way Ivy Stef Pei Ling and me.... can't stop laughing...coz it was so damn lame and funny at the same time..... Well nothing to say here.... Jim got second for his YOYO competition....CONGRATS!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The epic part was when i was fetching stef home...and she was giving directions.... And my god.... we all almost died 2 times at least... imagine somebody is saying....keep left...but using the hand and giving a turn left signal....==... i was like huh? then Ivy shouted at me....:(  then i blame stef for that.... Next is when she said want turn right...and i didnt know it was that junction and missed the junction...owh well have to u-turn.... Then the details later i forgot already...but we almost died....luckily we didnt.... dropped by V's house for about 2 minutes? and left...haha....lifeless teenagers.... Then after that drop stef and went to sunway pyramid to drop Jim and Ivy.... and well now i am here...sitting in old town white coffee using their Wi-Fi and blogging...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i need to thank god for teaching me this valuable lesson today... i mean i learnt this lesson indirectly...and well we should look on the bright side of everything....and for me....what happened today when we were going to the academy... God doesn't show us a smooth, straight and easy road for us to reach our destination... but eventually He will guide us there... like what i went through today.... asked a few people on how to reach my destination... I have to admit that some lead me to the wrong place...but i m still grateful to them...because without the first person that i asked...he won't lead me to the second person... its a link actually...everything happens for a reason....and thanks to these few people....i reached my destination safely.... And next is instinct.... when we have a feeling that this choice is better than the other choice...we should follow our instinct...coz maybe its correct and the best choice for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well i guess thats all for now? gotta study...finals coming...good luck to my friends also!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-8093203408413163892?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8093203408413163892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/workshopss15home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8093203408413163892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8093203408413163892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/workshopss15home.html' title='Workshop&gt;SS15&gt;Home'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-434481213458070544</id><published>2011-10-11T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T04:33:45.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;OMFG....whats fucking wrong with me today.... Used 50 over minutes and only enter 70+ ball? wtf is wrong with me....  All this time i thought that training can let me go into my own world for a few hours...but today...it didn't seem that way....  Faggots man... first college shit happens now this? This is the first day that during my training i cant get that issue that happened in college out of my head.... Cant even freaking concentrate on training... My mind is going crazy on me... I thought that i can control my mind...but now i think i am wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i understand...no matter how much effort we put in the things that we like to do....it wont show any results... its whether something you're born with or not...i freaking did more training that my other friends but i m still the one that sits on the bench...FML man...its so not fucking fair.... *middle finger in the air*  i doubt that most of them do as much training as i do.... but still what i get? NOTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell how i feel to a friend too much because they also will feel annoyed...the only thing i can do is to post it on my blog...IF ANY HATERS THAT FEEL MY BLOG SUCKS...CAN GO GET OUT OF MY BLOG BY PRESSING CTRL+W...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUCK MAN I SERIOUSLY HAVING AN UNSTABLE EMOTION NOW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got freaking problem with my family members enough already la...what do you still wan to give me? Thank you god...I know you're trying to train me...but seriously...you give me problems and issues from the two most important things in my life? Friendship and Family? You want to bomb me with these two things? Family enough already la....keep compare what fuck....compare with other kids... For what? Thats their freaking kid.... During dinner...keep indirectly compare us to other kids....say their kids this good la that good...all about fucking results... I KNOW I KNOW...MY RESULTS NOT GOOD...AND IT SUCK.... SAY 1 TIME ENOUGH ALREADY LA.... YOU GUYS THINK THAT KEEP REPEATING THEM WILL MAKE ME MORE EAGER TO STUDY?  I DON'T WANT TO SAY ONLY...NIASING...KEEP SAY PEOPLE'S KIDS THIS GOOD THAT GOOD... COMPARE WHAT FUCK?   YOU GUYS WANT ME COMPARE YOU TO MY FRIEND'S PARENTS?  YOU WANT ME TO SAY... YOU SEE...MY FRIENDS FATHER CAN EARN MORE MONEY...CAN BUY SO MANY THINGS FOR MY FRIEND...DRIVE BIG CAR... OWN ALOT OF THINGS... YOU GUYS WANT ME TO SAY THIS KIND OF FUCKING THING ONLY YOU GUYS WILL UNDERSTAND MY FEELING IZIT? GET A LIFE MAN... OWH...SO WHEN I WIN COMPETITION... DO YOU GO N BRAG TO YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY MEMBERS? I WIN ALREADY...NOTHING...ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!  why? because sports isn't the IN thing now? now all compare attitude... and the thing i hate most...STUDIES....  what? then i win competition in sports don't have acknowledgments? Parents are good in 1 thing...which is lower our semangat.... keep push us study.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope in the future....i won't be as my parents...keep compare own kids with other kids... And to my friends...if in the future...you also compare your own kids to other kids....see i FUCK 9 U GUYS ANOT.... Look....i am always the unlucky one.... my results suck... Other friends who are more luckier than me... don't get these kind of lifestyles...  DO YOU GUYS KNOW HOW IT FEELS LIKE TO BE AT THE BOTTOM? WHERE PEOPLE ONLY LOOK DOWN ON YOU... WELL ACTUALLY I DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE THINK OF ME... JUST FREAKING BORED WITH THEIR EYESIGHT....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND YOU! come from a rich family huh? drive big car huh? very geng right? belittle those ones who are poorer than you right? YOU WAIT... in the future....i see which girl u chase...i compete with you....just for the sake of winning you... because i didn't win you before in my college life.... poor people has their own rights and lives too.... YOU think they want to be poor? if everybody has a choice...they all want to be rich la...ASSHOLE! dont appriciate these people...if wasn't for them... who throw our rubbish for us....who will sell vegetables in the market...who will sweep the streets of our country? GOT THINK OF THAT?  YOU THINK YOU RICH DAI SAI A?  STILL A FREAKING JERK!  you wait you wait.... 10 years from now...i will make sure that your every second is miserable... you will be worst that the people who sweeps the floor..... you wait....the hatred i shall gather it all up.... and once i release...i see how u die... when your parents are not on earth anymore...i see how u survive.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friend say u said this ''quote'' before "myvi 不是人驾的" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"myvi 不是人驾的" will always be in my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-434481213458070544?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/434481213458070544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/omfg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/434481213458070544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/434481213458070544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/omfg.html' title='SHIT happens'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-3406653891730114514</id><published>2011-10-06T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T06:05:10.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>efg</title><content type='html'>Don't know why is everybody emo-ing these days about the ones they love... I face problems too...but emo is not the best solution though...I'm not saying that emo-ing is wrong...but for me...its just not right....^^ Why will people emo? because the ones that they like don't like them back? Or because the ones that they like did something hurtful to them? I don't know..but everyone has their reason... Why should we emo? when we can throw away those feelings like i always throw my phone in the cupboard.... Throw your feelings away for a while...and do what you suppose to do... its your choice whether to open the cupboard again and emo yourself... Your call....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.. don't let your friends emo... try to make them happy.. comfort them or maybe even give them guidance on how to solve their problems... I mean for me...i faced too much problems in relationships... Tell you guys a lil secret... i...NEVER get a girl before without anyone's help... My first girlfriend was with the help of my cousin... but i didn't appreciate her well...therefore i lost her... So now i am in the different college with my cousin... now...i am on my own...and i screw everything up...hmm..not enough experience i suppose....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who emo... cheer up...because if you emo now...there is alot more problems for you to face in the future...for me i kinda face alot of difficulties already...kinda used to it... My problems are no different than anyone else though...just that i faced kinda alot failures...:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday..while talking to my friend...i almost teared because i was talking about the one i like with my friend... yeah...although didnt show out...but yeah...just don't know why i almost teared...just my eyes got wattery...the tears didnt get to fall out yet...i suck em back in... this is not the time to be sad...i still have tons of things to do... I can do alot of things for a girl that i like...maybe even freak the girl out... I bet alot of guys out there will also be like me and do everything for the girl they like.... Put her in priority and everytime we do things we will think of her first... But guys...we should't invest in some stocks that don't give us back any profit... So what guys will normally do is... stop what they are doing now after they found out that they are freaking out the girl or its wasting their time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago...i was kinda chatting with this good friend of mine...talking about relationship stuffs and friendship stuff... The sentence i remembered the most is... The rich friends should mix with the rich friends...because they want to be richer... the normal range friends should mix with the normal range friends...and the poor ones with the poor ones... The normal ones cant go mix with the rich ones...because one thing...they can't keep up with the rich's lifestyle... sooner or later their friendship will end...and the friendship wont last long... Same as the poor ones mixing with the normal ranged ones... I dont mean to offend anybody...just an example.... For me...i think that in relationships...its also using the same "law".... For example... iphone can only be with iphone .... Symbian with Symbian...android and android... Iphone is like the higher grade...and symbian is the lowest grade...If symbian match up with Iphone...they wont be compatible and many problems will come out later.. because symbian's speed cant keep up with Iphone's IOS 5... And look at the price range... I think my examples are clear...Try to understand... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired of chasing something that never was really mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-3406653891730114514?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3406653891730114514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/efg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3406653891730114514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3406653891730114514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/efg.html' title='efg'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-4799288476702500175</id><published>2011-10-01T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T06:27:56.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow...huh...can't believe i can learn so many things from the college life i m living right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some friends...True friends...when you do something like sing or dance...they will see where is your mistakes and try to correct you...Normal friends...will support you all the way...Fake friends...will say you dance/sing ar? Might as well don't perform....your singing is even more suckish than me...later you sing all people go deaf...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i know...that having more than what others do...does matter... People always say to be happy with what you have now and appreciate... Somehow i think thats bullshit...people are so materialistic nowdays... Because i never had the best...out of 10...my grade is just around 7 or 8...its not the best... I want to have the best in everything...coz i m damn fad-up of things nowdays.... Assholes....so many guys...and i mean big size guys...can have a damn hot gf...thats just not true....many people always say because the guy is damn rich.... Now u see what i mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't wish to have a hot girlfriend...because i know that she is not true and our relationships won't last long...i just wanted to have more when i meet the right girl so that i don't screw things up... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to this revolving restaurant around Bukit Bintang i guess....coz was random...after watching Mike He filming...then want celebrate my sis's birthday...so randomly parents said go to revolving restaurant....Went there and ordered their set dinner which only cost around 78 if i m not mistaken? First time took pictures when i eat...parents all stare at me...xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOrHKLWemao/TofJnYpZy9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Le5fs-Gqg8c/s1600/DSC00013.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOrHKLWemao/TofJnYpZy9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Le5fs-Gqg8c/s200/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658713135282506706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appetizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GneG-uz9i-w/TofJnMmFW8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/1MnelGxTuKQ/s1600/DSC00014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GneG-uz9i-w/TofJnMmFW8I/AAAAAAAAAJs/1MnelGxTuKQ/s200/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658713132047358914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mushroom soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKLZ6_MI_0o/TofJm-eErwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tTfxOTqJse4/s1600/DSC00015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cKLZ6_MI_0o/TofJm-eErwI/AAAAAAAAAJk/tTfxOTqJse4/s200/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658713128255663874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Main Event...Mushroom+mashed potato+chicken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9QofNh-OlSk/TofJm5kGDRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BR7SSGGj-xc/s1600/DSC00017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9QofNh-OlSk/TofJm5kGDRI/AAAAAAAAAJc/BR7SSGGj-xc/s200/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658713126938742034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desert...forgoten the left 1...right 1 is only coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvM5A38LC6U/TofJmnkCeaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yYBW5olTN9w/s1600/DSC00018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvM5A38LC6U/TofJmnkCeaI/AAAAAAAAAJU/yYBW5olTN9w/s200/DSC00018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658713122106669474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went thinking before....why i don't really like these kind of place before... I think perhaps i don't like them coz got alot of guys bring the partner there... And when i thought of it...hmm...my chances of bringing YOU to such place....neh....not that high percentage... If  i really had a chance to bring YOU to these kind of place...the place won't be only in bukit bintang...it will be somewhere higher class...but i only can afford that after i work.... I won't use my parent's money...its like some Bai Ka Zai...take parents money go paktoh? no meaning... Its like your dad bought you a brand new ferrari...and you didnt pay a single ringgit to your dad...whats the point? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p align="left" class="style3" style="margin-top: -1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;No matter how many times I get hurt because of you, I won't leave you. Because even if I have a hundred reasons to leave you, I'll look for that one reason to fight for you. I will always be there for you...just one call and I'll be there~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-4799288476702500175?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4799288476702500175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/abc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4799288476702500175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4799288476702500175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/10/abc.html' title='abc'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOrHKLWemao/TofJnYpZy9I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Le5fs-Gqg8c/s72-c/DSC00013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2861852564757799921</id><published>2011-09-27T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:32:44.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey guys! Its kinda boring in college though.... How bout yours? With all the assignments...i mean its not my place to say that its stress now.....because in the degree level, all the work will be doubled or maybe tripled...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiks...i can't say boring though...life is interesting...just maybe these days its less interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been driving home as usual daily... and same with walking...the journey always enable me to think about things that happen around me... I realize...that I always do stupid things without thinking further. Actually, its not that i want to react or be like that... What i think is...since I've started it...so i might as well continue it...Its not that i want to be like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second semester is ending soon though...Time files damn fast....very long we will all be separated from each other and we will head on our chosen routes.... It kinda reminds me....we don't appreciate friends during primary school....because we have 6 years to be with them in the same boring school...We often appreciate secondary school friendship....bcoz we know that we have 5 years together.... But when it comes to college friends...we only have lets say 1 year? So....forgive those who had hurt you.... And for some special case...show the girl/guy that u like them....1 year man...now only left with lets say...4 or 5 months? If you think that the girl/guy is Mrs/Mr right...go for it...what if it really works out? By then you 2 will have plenty of interesting stories to tell your kids... On how you 2 met and the journey you 2 been through together....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I m only good at talking...but when it comes to actions...haha....can't do it... First...me? not good at talking... I mean i can talk shit stuff and crap...but u wan me talk to girl? fail... Admire those other guys who can handle these kind of stuffs steadily.... Sien lo...for guys nowdays...you don't know talk=lose already...Well too bad for me then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p align="left" class="style3" style="margin-top: -1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: italic; font-size: 12px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; text-indent: 2em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is the word "love" important?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but for me, you are more important.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Because how can I say "I love you" if you're not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2861852564757799921?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2861852564757799921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-guys-its-kinda-boring-in-college.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2861852564757799921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2861852564757799921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/hey-guys-its-kinda-boring-in-college.html' title=''/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-483107050117701381</id><published>2011-09-23T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T10:06:51.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%^&amp;*()_+</title><content type='html'>Hey whats up guys!  Long time no see! Was in the mood to blog...but wasn't in the mood to post it our... Something is holding me for not posting... Lazy to talk these days...its like I'm being emo...==&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well there's nothing much to post actually...life is life...just went on like usual... OWH wait...i drove to college for the first time alone! and guess what! my first ticket! LOL! ain't that superb? my first "parking ticket" by mpsj was rm80... And its my first time waking up at 6a.m so that i can leave my house at 6.30 and reach college around 7 to find a parking spot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i remembered i think that day was wednesday??? Yeah i think it was...well...Brenda's birthday...haha... Actually want to do a bbq...but change of plans because cannot find the suitable venue... After their class, shi ying,kl,brenda,keenyan,goki sit my car to pyramid...I can assure you...its damn scary when you have 5 lives in your hand...My right foot was like shaking...so drove slowly...Then reached pyramid, shi ying asked me want go fetch choo ling they all or not... So just go only...it was a hell of a jam though....then almost bang a bangla motor rider...&amp;gt;&amp;lt; sorry boss! didnt see you back then... Then it continues, i drove them to pyramid also and was late because brenda already entered Tony Romas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean for this time, it was fun celebrating brenda's birthday...until i had to leave early because i have a basketball competition at 7.30.... Come to think of it...I should not have gone to the competition... If given a second chance, i rather stay with them until they all went back home.... The reason why i went is because I promised them that i will be there on time...But then...as usual...boring shit...i only receive 1 pass..and thats it...running up and down the court like nobody's business.... Aiks...Things went badly and not smoothly during the competition....Lost...so  yeah...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think thats all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-483107050117701381?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/483107050117701381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/483107050117701381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/483107050117701381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_23.html' title='!@#$%^&amp;*()_+'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-4310146184534778953</id><published>2011-09-15T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:33:09.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuh-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today all of us had our culture exam... For me i think its quiet easy? i don't dare say anything... I dont want to be over-confident... coz the feeling of getting a bad results....omg i duwan to try again...not nais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today saw my college friends practicing their dance for Talent Time... That made me think...hey i think i should dance also...XD...for fun... i mean now its the time to have fun right? not after we are working... So i recruited a few members....haha... Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nt know why...but i am damn hyped up nao... Haha....maybe because i m doing something new this time? Well i don't want to pressure my group members....we firstly shall do a research and study the moves first.... See whether we understand or not... If we don't, then too bad ba... we won't take part... On the other hand if we do understand...then its showtime! I mean its the first time i m perfoming on stage...so ofcoz got some kind of nervous in me....but nvm....in order to overcome this feeling...i must first make a good start...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After that everything will only go smoothly and i will be more confident...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today just got my first car... Haha..love it... I mean for a starter...its cool... I appreciate this present given by my parents... Although its not some expensive car, but it will do for now... Expensive cars will come to me in the future...*fingers crossed....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtHICoDv61g/TnIYAuRpxXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/faoNsas2USw/s200/2206727323.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652606883004532082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xgzufGM4bg/TnIYAp26NSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fnaNLD_uP7I/s200/2262426893.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652606881818621218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;h1 class="single_quote" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-style: inherit; font-size: 20px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(17, 17, 17); line-height: 1; "&gt;At the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry - Les Miserables&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-4310146184534778953?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4310146184534778953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/tuh-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4310146184534778953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4310146184534778953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/tuh-day.html' title='Tuh-day'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtHICoDv61g/TnIYAuRpxXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/faoNsas2USw/s72-c/2206727323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-8555726258511893850</id><published>2011-09-13T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T05:29:15.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(</title><content type='html'>Anybody got any suggestions how to live my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-8555726258511893850?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8555726258511893850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8555726258511893850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8555726258511893850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_13.html' title='('/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-4670241152941257932</id><published>2011-09-12T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T04:56:03.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>You...knew it already right? You...know that I like you right? I...know that we won't be possible. I...know that i shouldn't have liked you in the first place. You...are a 9. I...I'm a 2... How is that possible? I still lack many things...there's still alot of things that i can't give you... Well...at least i can't provide those things that you like now...Maybe next time... But by then you will surely have somebody to provide you all those stuffs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-4670241152941257932?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4670241152941257932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4670241152941257932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4670241152941257932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_12.html' title='*'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-6662002543793144509</id><published>2011-09-11T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T06:28:12.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow its the day yo! The day that I've been waiting for.. The day of the competition....Have been training for this day... To all my teammates, lets make this count! Try our best in the competition.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMG... i am so damn excited! Cant sleep! Damn hyped up right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo_ziTOKc1U/Tmy3Equ6nMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ntv1uf6GYqA/s200/331745_10150285097757956_535062955_7737263_315842991_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651092923261557954" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-diLyU9sz6Fo/Tmy3EsZMWLI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FZ7JQvcq6Ao/s200/329592_10150285097867956_535062955_7737264_840962945_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651092923707316402" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6662002543793144509?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6662002543793144509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6662002543793144509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6662002543793144509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow...'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo_ziTOKc1U/Tmy3Equ6nMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Ntv1uf6GYqA/s72-c/331745_10150285097757956_535062955_7737263_315842991_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1266155796446572698</id><published>2011-09-09T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T07:44:54.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp;</title><content type='html'>Today in culture class, Mr Keith's topic for the day is something to do with death... He is cool, trying to make the class interesting by cracking out random jokes that made everyone laugh because he thinks that people might freak out when talk about death.... Well...every since that day... i damn scared already...kena bomb suddenly...LOL...so i only find some of the jokes funny...and i kept quiet throughout the whole class... and poof...nothing happen..*wipes away sweat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is death a sensitive thing? I think its pretty much normal. People are afraid of death because they dont know what will happen after they die.... They are....scared of the unknown... I mean for me...whats the point of living for so long... If u had a chance...to live forever...would you? For me is a total NO! Whats the point of living so long where all your relatives, friends and family members had all went for 'vacation'? One will be lonely.. That guy can find new friends...but how bout your age? its increasing every year...and All your friends are all younger than you? imagine that .... For me its much more scary than death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets say you're married...and you wife/husband went for 'vacation'... Its pointless to live on everyday... Well you have kids and grandchildren...they will keep you company...but the one that you spent your whole life with is not around anymore...whats the point of living....( i didnt mean that if your partner died you must die too ya.....xD) For me...i think i will feel kinda bored....although i have friends...children and grandchildren....that keeps me company once in a while...they have their own life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out for now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it may need more that few weeks to officially get you out of my mind...coz those memories will be always fresh in my mind....&lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1266155796446572698?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1266155796446572698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1266155796446572698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1266155796446572698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_09.html' title='&amp;'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-7280555950390847249</id><published>2011-09-08T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:32:48.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>%</title><content type='html'>Time flies really fast in the second semester, I don't get this kind of feeling in the first semester. Yeah i had fun, and assignments... But this semester, it feels so dead, if you know what I mean. So fast and we are in the 7th week, and for the whole 7 week, i don't know what I've done. Assignments? Maybe because my lecturer gave more time, so everything was slow and steady?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slow and steady sucks. I mean they have their good part too, but for me it really sucked. Slow and steady for me, means not challenging. You can't live ur life slow and steady. Well maybe you can, but i cannot. Life must be challenging and fun and whatever you can think of. So this feeling really sucks, I feel so dead now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hokay back to topic....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, the last semester was fun... My friends and I had alot of fun and all of us treasure those memories. At least we did many activities together, thats how college life suppose to be. This semester, all seemed dead for me.... Starting of the semester with a bad feeling, yeah you know....Re-sit papers...Not nice!  This semester i m gonna try my best not to fail....the "down" feeling just isint the good way to start a new semester....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.....these days really nothing to post....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be there if you need me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-7280555950390847249?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7280555950390847249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/7280555950390847249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/7280555950390847249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post_08.html' title='%'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-8496285150328396921</id><published>2011-09-01T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T06:53:30.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today...went shopping at summit for my wife....A.K.A shoes...the pictures are below....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad gave me Rm375 yesterday night for me to buy shoes....but i went there...i see....aiks...better dont buy so expensive la...then i asked the guy...which shoe is below rm250?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the guy just picked a few shoes..and i see...aiya...lazy to choose...just grab 1 and chow...It looks nice though....haha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0wg0Jv4kSw/Tl97b2EEgbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/glmb4g2DkDY/s1600/DSC00406.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0wg0Jv4kSw/Tl97b2EEgbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/glmb4g2DkDY/s200/DSC00406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647368176045162930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold....my wife...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UsMbXjEQGYA/Tl97Pdpx9cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Y3q1VgwzS4Y/s1600/DSC00405.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UsMbXjEQGYA/Tl97Pdpx9cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Y3q1VgwzS4Y/s200/DSC00405.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647367963334014402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My wife from the side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is damn important....sorry i can't afford to buy a more 'beautiful' wife...but this shall do...shall not have high hopes on wives...oops...HAHA....I will buy another wife when i have the money....whee...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-8496285150328396921?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8496285150328396921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8496285150328396921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8496285150328396921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title='$'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s0wg0Jv4kSw/Tl97b2EEgbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/glmb4g2DkDY/s72-c/DSC00406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1127153600112373885</id><published>2011-08-30T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T09:40:28.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>#</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Taking pictures is awesome...it reminds you of the happiest moments that you've been through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; You can show your friends or family in the future about the awesome time that you've been through...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;A human smiling in a picture doesn't mean he/she is happy at that time....cause its a picture, and we need to be happy, because its a happy moments right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What we see is a human or a bunch of friends smiling, but we don't know what happened 10 seconds before and after the photo was taken....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that moments is what really matters, not the smiles that 'proves' that you are happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;I am sort of a camera person last time...I snap alot of pictures from different angles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; And self-praise, those pictures look good...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I take pictures of the scenery which i like the most, but i rarely snap pictures of humans...:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now, i don't usually carry the camera around anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going out with my awesome friends...I tend to remember the moments that we were laughing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember the scenery because i paid more attention to them...rather than snapping pictures everywhere....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;Thats all i think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1127153600112373885?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1127153600112373885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1127153600112373885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1127153600112373885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_30.html' title='#'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-5657824598120831289</id><published>2011-08-29T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T09:27:47.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiks...Parents</title><content type='html'>Is it me or parents nowdays are getting very weird...and when i say weird...its VERY weird...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I mean for me...my parents are...let me put it this way...open-minded? But i wish i could tell them....STOP PUTTING NEGATIVE THOUGHTS IN MY HEAD....don't tell me u guys don't know psychology....instead of saying...study well so you can pursue ur degree...they said...if u dun study well...you're gonna come out and work..and thats the end of your studying days....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;WTH man! Nowonder my pimple nowdays are increasing...Seriously...stop it...I already had enough stress from college....and i don't need extra stress..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;Because I am always on the computer...so my parents decided to hide the laptop away from me... =.=...Thats not gonna stop me...well...they underestimated me and hid the laptop in the kitchen...THATS SO LAME! well..here I am now...blogging? #fail.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I realized why I am so talkative in college or outside of my house.... For normal people, you guys talk at home...with your parents... But for me its different case. I don't talk to my family members alot...I NEVER talk to my siblings...can you imagine that? And if i don't talk outside...I m seriously gonna be crazy for not talking.... Thats why FRIENDS are most important to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-5657824598120831289?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5657824598120831289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/08/aiksparents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5657824598120831289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5657824598120831289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/08/aiksparents.html' title='Aiks...Parents'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-5158903180153623876</id><published>2011-08-24T07:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T19:29:32.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>Before this post, i had another post that i wanted to post out. But after staring at the post today....i decided to delete all the things in that post and write this post. That previous post is about her, mayb i m damn pissed..duno for what reason..but i m weird these days...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously have no mood to do anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anybody has suggestions? please i would like to hear them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "b7d3a8642192e0caca42bb2aed9f45b2";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://synad2.nuffnang.com.my/j.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- nuffnang--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-5158903180153623876?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5158903180153623876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5158903180153623876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5158903180153623876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1761014022261363740</id><published>2011-08-14T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:17:27.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something wrong?</title><content type='html'>hmm..something is wrong with me eversince i went to the  orphanage what's the problem? At first....something or some feeling wants me to be there....its like I have to be there...but don't know for what reason....I just have to be there....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after i reach the orphanage, i asked myself....what am I doing here....I don't really like kids though....but what made me come here....thats the question I wanted to answer since i went there....what feeling was that.....that I must be there..... Can somebody please tell me why...Its weird....and after I went there ....all i see is negative things....dont know for what reason i started calling those orphans inside.....they looks like animals...i mean its kinda true...for my opinion....you dont pay a freaking buck to the orphanage....do you know only who does that? ZOOs...what do you expect.....we are already gonna play with them...give them supplies...and still have to pay to go in.....fuck urself orphanage...if you say the money is for the orphanage...then that's bullshit...so in another way...if nobody visits the orphanage...means you got no income? then what will you do? Ass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there's something inside me....although i m cold blooded....but i do pity those uncle or old man beside the streets or on those bridge begging for money....and i always will donate money to them....dun care if they are in what condition....i just won't donate to those teenagers that begs money beside the road....go work ur ass out faggots..... I think its my prob lem....i mean i like animals....but dont know why i dont seem to like kids...for me....i think if something or somebody that has no relation to me i won't care about them.....but in another case...i dun care my brother and sisters also...dont even talk to them....but my parents...yeah i do love them.... As you can see....i pity those old man by the streets.....animals.....but the only thing that i dun like is kids......what the hell...weird huh? Yeah i thought so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1761014022261363740?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1761014022261363740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1761014022261363740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1761014022261363740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/08/something-wrong.html' title='something wrong?'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-3238871014177443730</id><published>2011-07-31T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T06:55:35.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?? O.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li class="MessagingMessage uiListItem uiListLight uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-top-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-right-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-bottom-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); border-left-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); "&gt;&lt;div class="clearfix main" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: -15px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: -15px; padding-top: 8px; padding-right: 15px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 15px; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; "&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content" style="display: table-cell; vertical-align: top; width: 10000px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul class="uiList body contentListWidth" style="list-style-type: none; margin-top: 2px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;li class="uiListItem  uiListVerticalItemBorder" style="display: block; border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Do you know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;You have a wonderful smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;I would do anything for those smile of yours even it means running a thousand mile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Your smile is not something that money can buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Although its hard to make you smile but I shall try&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;To others...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Its just another smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;But to me...thats what keeps me company on a deserted isle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Seeing you smile makes me stronger everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Its so strong it can event prevent doomsday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;You smile its like my oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;Its same as kids nowdays need vitagen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;But kids don't need vitagen to live&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;I need your smile so that I can stay positive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="text-align: center;line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;I don't think this above is a good poem...but its meant for somebody very important in my life...Without her my life is meaning less....Its her that adds color to my life and make my life so interesting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;peace out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="content" id="id.102274703206481" style="line-height: 14px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 0px; width: 350px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-3238871014177443730?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3238871014177443730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/huh-oo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3238871014177443730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3238871014177443730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/huh-oo.html' title='Huh?? O.o'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1957988857957828221</id><published>2011-07-30T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T07:09:22.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee</title><content type='html'>Holidays really can kill people...Well at least it managed to kill me... I am like rotting inside my house everyday.... Playing computer, going for basketball, driving here and there, etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the second week of the holiday, really can't sleep at night.... Not because i had my nap in the afternoon and was not sleepy at night.... I've tried not to take my nap and still fail to sleep at night... My research shown that i must be in bed rolling here and there for 1 hour before i fall asleep.... There's many things in my head....and getting them out is what I want, but not what can do... 1 hour consists of thinking college life....friends....and i've found out that another thing is in my head that prevents me from sleeping.... Well I guess it her alrite... What ta do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i shouldn't waste time already....Well i guess my type of liking someone is for the fun of it...I don't really want to be in a relationship actually... I don't know why i must go and hope on something that I don't want and won't be a reality... Humans, will meet their true love twice in their lives, the first one....Well, the moment you know, you had already missed him/her. So comes the second one that i think nobody would want to miss out....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say loving somebody doesn't mean that they have to be in a relationship....weird huh? I don't know, maybe thats true though...I think that i should just get used to it... But personally i think thats bullshit... Lets say you go up to this girl/guy and express your feelings...rejected...Good...nice one! at least you tried! Now get on with your life.... Looking on the bright side, the feeling of being rejected is short-termed....IF you didn't express your feelings and keep it inside you....you won't feel comfortable in the future....Lets put it like this, this girl you like suddenly is in a relationship...and you can't do anything but look at them and carrying a bad feeling everytime you see what you least want to see... I think most people know that looking at the person you like being with another partner....that feeling really makes us want to commit suicide...So I really salute those guys who aren't afraid of rejection and go up to the girl and express their feelings....*hats off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1957988857957828221?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1957988857957828221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/whee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1957988857957828221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1957988857957828221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/whee.html' title='Whee'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-4930877013538003671</id><published>2011-07-25T08:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:59:34.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what type of girls guys like...</title><content type='html'>hmm....today i was finding for topics for me to write in my blog.....but google gave me many stupid topics...so i asked my sis got what topic to write about.... So she gave me this topic ' what type of girls guys like?'&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interesting topic though....haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok let me start...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most of the guys....like girls who are attractive at first....those girls who don't look pretty, will be the guy's second choice.... Life's not fair right? so means the girls that don't look pretty won't have boyfriend la? I mean thats for most of the guys... On the other hand, a portion of guys prefer girls that are caring, kind, etc. Which means they like a girl by their inner beauty and not their outer beauty....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Guys who see beauty first....i mean they are more no common sense... I mean how long can beauty last? 40 years? 50 years? A beautiful girl doesn't mean that she has a good heart.... has a good heart.... Personality is the most important to search in a girl.... beauty can't last forever....but personality is within an individual...you can't take a person's personality away....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thats what i think most of the guys will feel.... Next is what i think....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For me, I am different from other guys.... This is not self praise yar.... :p  i mean....really.....usually my guys friend will talk about beautiful girls.....yeap..they are beautiful...because i haven know them yet.... Are they that beautiful after i know who they really are? I have a few friends who many people say 'whoah, now thats hot'.... Thats not the truth though... For the girls i like, it doesn't matter whether they are beautiful or not....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For my opinion, the girl that i like.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;1) not that rude : i mean abit of foul language is ok.... I can't expect a girl to be that perfect &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;     right? But still...keep the foul language to the minimum....if didn't say bad &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;             word...thats better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;2) doesn't spend alot of money: this is the type of girl that is going extinct.... Its so hard to &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     find girls that saves up money and don't spend alot..... If i&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     like a girl, i will hope that 1 day she will be my other half &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     right? so if the girl likes to spend alot on ridiculous &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     items....too bad...she can't be my other half... Buy things &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     once in a while is ok with me...but dont like keep buying &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;     things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think thats all i can think of now....don't know what more to write already....haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...peace out.... ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-4930877013538003671?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4930877013538003671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-type-of-girls-guys-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4930877013538003671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/4930877013538003671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-type-of-girls-guys-like.html' title='what type of girls guys like...'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-3030048531098695015</id><published>2011-07-15T05:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:15:52.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I'm free!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today midnight...after 12 i was doing my notes...and chatting with my sis...but she was too tired and went to sleep early..around 12.45 i think....then i continue do my notes....around 1 something....shi ying chatted wif me and i also spend about 20 minutes chatting with her....luckily got her..if not i will b bored to death....then i continue doing my notes after she slept... After a few minutes, i go downstairs to study my mass comm...but it wasnt working that well...cant  memorize anything....i was doomed!!   Went to bed straight away...i was just so tired....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up at 7...it was raining...damn cold...faster took my bath and went t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o school....reach at 8....walked around the school finding for chee hui...can't find...so i called him...lol...he was driving..... x)...but unexpectedly, my sis reach school already de wor...what a miracle!! She said she is siting at the financial service there, so i went up the stairs and cannot find her...so i called her....and guess what..she is just in front of me....EPIC FAIL!!  Then we go find other place to sit and saw chee hui.... so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; we 3 settle down and i start reading my notes...co&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;z i dont kno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;w anything....and without warning...my sis snatch the notes from my hand and start questioning me.... T^T....i didnt even read anything....we started from internet...cause my teacher call me focus on internet....30 minutes passed and i was getting good in memorizing....thanks sis!! she is a magician ....i mean my brain memang hard to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; memorize....yeah but she manage to do the magic......KL brought charlene to schoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l cause she want to go buy bag....but KL didnt introduce Charlene to her aunty...ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha...then Brenda came along and me n my sis finish the re&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maining notes for another 10 minutes and i start to do econs....last minute work...haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a3.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/282617_10150243402264234_772394233_7404124_1292126_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 538px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a4.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/267416_10150243403279234_772394233_7404134_7318559_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 538px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/281202_10150243402814234_772394233_7404131_7962389_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 538px; height: 720px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The paper: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;On average, Americans consume 350 slices of pizza per second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Sylvia: WHAT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all settle down..the start studying....*taken by chee hui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we went for our econs class....Culture class...and went to pyramid for bowling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were 2 groups of people that went different routes....one is chee hui, eric and me....then the other group are all girls....so they took the longer route ofcouse....guys are always smart right? so we reach the bowling center first and waited for the girls.....after a few minutes...they finally arrived...and we went to pay for the game....KL paid for all of us....and we return the money later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And still...thanks to my sis for letting me play bowling....yay!!....thanks sis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/265026_10150242502124234_772394233_7396334_1684090_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a5.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/269181_10150242500259234_772394233_7396310_1664645_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 540px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My team members.....:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-3030048531098695015?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3030048531098695015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/finally-im-free_6805.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3030048531098695015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3030048531098695015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/finally-im-free_6805.html' title='Finally I&apos;m free!!'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2433708165059838528</id><published>2011-07-13T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T09:47:38.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck is always by my side</title><content type='html'>From secondary school until now...i have been surrounded by cousins and friends.....they always help me in my studies...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i remembered when i was form 3...gonna take my pmr...my cousin taught me all those subjects in 2 weeks...and i really meant 2 full weeks....and when i get my pmr results....i did kinda good actually....A to E.....royal flush...i failed my chinese...but nvm...i didnt even revise on that subject also...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was in form 5....i had like the worst results for my exam....i think the worst in the whole form 5....yeah....cause that time i went to a new school...and study in a new environment...so i need time to adapt to the environment.... Guess what....out of 10 subjects....i fail 8...which human being out there can fail 8 out of 10 subjects....its like even the last class's students also won't fail that much....and i was like in the 3rd class....accounts....imagine how would that feel huh...guess i was just not that smart....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 month b4 spm....my cousin start to pull me to study for spm...and i can say...study is not always my best friend...i will kinda play after 10 minutes of study....and i remember my moral studies....i study the definition by playing pool with my cousin...and the loser will have to say out 3 definition....but i always win...i mean c'mon...play with a girl....not that easy to lose rite....*sorry cuz!! so i didnt have the chance to memorize those definition....what a life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i took my spm results....I gotta aim for the lowest which is 5 credits....so i prayed so hard until that day comes....well i got 5 credits and was damn happy....luckily i ngam ngam qualified to enter sunway colllege...which also leads to part 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being qualified to enter sunway college....which leads me to this bunch of friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me n chee hui failed our subjects...but then many friends help us through our way....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis, Sylvia ....she keep asking me questions about porter's 5 forces, resistance to change and the most funny how to overcome resistance to change....i still remember until now...sis!! NEGOTIATION....right? and when i was in the exam hall....i swear to god i was kinda laughing when i was doing that question....cause when i recall....its so damn funny when my sis doing the negotiation move....although it looks abit like eating....but...HAHAHAHAHA!! Chee hui also helped alot in my management...thanks you 2!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and for tomorrow....sis helped me to asked choo ling about teaching me n chee hui maths...thanks sis!! so just hope for tomorrow....my luck be with me....MATHS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD SAVE THE QUEEN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2433708165059838528?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2433708165059838528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/luck-is-always-by-my-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2433708165059838528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2433708165059838528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/luck-is-always-by-my-side.html' title='Luck is always by my side'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-8213489746887098531</id><published>2011-07-08T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T07:02:31.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is to my sis...</title><content type='html'>Sis...i've been thinking today....while i was walking home, i think about what i did or said to you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm here to say I'm sorry for what i did.... i think i might had let you down right? You wrote in your blog that I'm understanding. But in this case i'm not. I didn't consider your problems that you are facing. You're unhappy with your timetable, got scolded by your mother, having friendship problems with others, etc. What i did was increase your burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You talk less in school already...and that emo/sad face has been following you since the first day of our second semester.... you're smilling in every picture...but i can see the difference between now and the past... your eyes show sadness.....its because of all the burden that you must face alone. I feel damn bad when i know that I cannot lighten your burden. That's why i was abit no mood when you said that you don't want to tell me cause of some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i want to say it that I hope that i can lighten your burden....cause i really don't wish to see a sad face in school anymore. You can tell me anything.... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there's anything that i can make it up to you....just put it on the chatbox...i will try my best to do that.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-8213489746887098531?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8213489746887098531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-to-my-sis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8213489746887098531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/8213489746887098531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-to-my-sis.html' title='This is to my sis...'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-732856333582852631</id><published>2011-07-07T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T02:38:48.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Life is interesting.... we cant predict the future....or relive the past...we can just move foward....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but somethings... are fated...we cant change that... today a friend told me...that he decides his own future....decides his own fate..... i still disagree with his thoughts....once you are out from your house... you will be depending on the sky....a.k.a god...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;things in our life happens for a reason....god doesn't arrange this kind of things to our lives for fun...some things can be changed...but some things....will stay the same no matter how much effort you put into changing it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-732856333582852631?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/732856333582852631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/random_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/732856333582852631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/732856333582852631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/random_07.html' title='random'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1187241496377404261</id><published>2011-07-04T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T06:56:27.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moody day for everybody</title><content type='html'>Today...its good new and bad news for me....good ones...i am in the same class with my friends.....and able to see my friends again..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the bad news&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Marcus told us today that there's a new policy in college...which is...the moderator...what for? TO FAIL STUDENTS ofcourse....and to prevent students from getting good grades.....so that they dont need to give out so many scholarships....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nice nice sunway college...so cunning in earning money right? so means money is more important than our grades? is that it? money...you can earn until you die...and what are you gonna do with the money....i hope its not Jefferey Cheah's idea though...but can't he fight for our rights? Niasing...give u a title got use? just to earn money? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sunway college: i hope the moderator better not let me pass in the exam.... IF i pass...and get a degree or masters....I swear to god... I will try with all my might to bring you down...before this is Proton...but now i have another aim....cause this is not fair for FIA students....why we join FIA? Because we are not that good in our studies....and now you are making its standard same as other courses? thats a reason why not all colleges have FIA you idiot....and with a FIA cert....you cant really go anywhere...  Maybe thats what the real world is right? money...NOW i get it...thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S...i wont say that sunway college is bad or anything...thats the reason i choose sunway rite....so i will just go through the whole course and try my best to get a cert...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1187241496377404261?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1187241496377404261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/moody-day-for-everybody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1187241496377404261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1187241496377404261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/07/moody-day-for-everybody.html' title='moody day for everybody'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1021571061421759703</id><published>2011-06-28T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T10:28:08.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This...is what briefly happen in our first semester 1 in Sunway College.... its the start of our college life... its the start of&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;Fate.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Its fate that brought us together...but its also the reason for us to part from each other....when our fate ends...its our life....we need to move on.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Although i hate to say this...but....its always painful so say good-bye to our besties....we feel sad and probably wont enjoy our new environment at first...thats what memories are for....no human can live without memories....the feeling of insecure because of the new environment is the normal things that human will face....i know i tried it before...its not a good experience...thats why we need to enjoy and cherish all the memories that we have with our friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I dont know why am i sounding so "mature" in this post...but i suddenly feel like posting... :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1021571061421759703?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1021571061421759703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/06/memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1021571061421759703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1021571061421759703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/06/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-6292295602162374256</id><published>2011-06-19T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T05:53:04.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College life</title><content type='html'>These are the friends that had gone through the whole semester with me...i would trade anything in the world to have them beside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu1TWQ0wUU4/Tf3wqxE3S9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/AihPTnmmvGU/s1600/255620_10150209944124234_772394233_7145896_4256954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu1TWQ0wUU4/Tf3wqxE3S9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/AihPTnmmvGU/s320/255620_10150209944124234_772394233_7145896_4256954_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619912527547157458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keen yan and me...(taken by sis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hoVr2yB0OtQ/Tf3wjO9losI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8lBVVSax3a4/s1600/254350_10150209944589234_772394233_7145903_67473_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hoVr2yB0OtQ/Tf3wjO9losI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8lBVVSax3a4/s320/254350_10150209944589234_772394233_7145903_67473_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619912398130750146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chee hui and me...i got presentation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKv9dptI7Zs/Tf3waivKXHI/AAAAAAAAADs/2yeIlmvrwuc/s1600/253516_10150204630583920_518898919_7233943_5685025_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TKv9dptI7Zs/Tf3waivKXHI/AAAAAAAAADs/2yeIlmvrwuc/s320/253516_10150204630583920_518898919_7233943_5685025_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619912248820128882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our best teacher in the whole wide world....MISS D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3mTwKAULGc/Tf3wRxUM8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/3K8sRqGdHXg/s1600/253748_10150209235699234_772394233_7140275_1330278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B3mTwKAULGc/Tf3wRxUM8ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/3K8sRqGdHXg/s320/253748_10150209235699234_772394233_7140275_1330278_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619912098114761106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis and chee hui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i50pH2ntAa8/Tf3vpoEP7wI/AAAAAAAAADM/b-dVUff4BbU/s1600/248350_10150273636605792_530575791_9561397_548339_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i50pH2ntAa8/Tf3vpoEP7wI/AAAAAAAAADM/b-dVUff4BbU/s320/248350_10150273636605792_530575791_9561397_548339_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619911408437161730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about to take photo after our presentation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8461TqYwjq0/Tf3v18auo8I/AAAAAAAAADU/-zsrlXxOSww/s1600/250152_10150273636725792_530575791_9561398_7952535_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8461TqYwjq0/Tf3v18auo8I/AAAAAAAAADU/-zsrlXxOSww/s320/250152_10150273636725792_530575791_9561398_7952535_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619911620058588098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eric and chee hui push us all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRx0x9_89V0/Tf3vV-_0jwI/AAAAAAAAADE/z4QmQYMr9ws/s1600/249393_10150195873469234_772394233_7013026_4532857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRx0x9_89V0/Tf3vV-_0jwI/AAAAAAAAADE/z4QmQYMr9ws/s320/249393_10150195873469234_772394233_7013026_4532857_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619911070995222274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red box...nice memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2StxcjxYukY/Tf3wIayI6rI/AAAAAAAAADc/8aBF9shPlpk/s1600/251272_10150204624524234_772394233_7094552_920144_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2StxcjxYukY/Tf3wIayI6rI/AAAAAAAAADc/8aBF9shPlpk/s320/251272_10150204624524234_772394233_7094552_920144_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619911937447488178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time add pic in my blog...bwahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6292295602162374256?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6292295602162374256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/06/college-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6292295602162374256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6292295602162374256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/06/college-life.html' title='College life'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lu1TWQ0wUU4/Tf3wqxE3S9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/AihPTnmmvGU/s72-c/255620_10150209944124234_772394233_7145896_4256954_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-9142839830295787852</id><published>2011-06-05T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T23:05:12.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokay....</title><content type='html'>Whee...like normal this will also be an emo post... What to do...who call me to be alone at this time of hour 0037.... When I am alone....the emo feeling will come from nowhere...it just founds me sitting there and MUST infiltrate my mind....I also don't want this to happen...but i always fail... Besides...when I am alone I will also eat the wrong medicine...will change into somebody not me...so that i can sit down quietly and blog which I normally don't do...I will be playing games instead...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've a vow...that i will and shall protect you.... I think i just can't give you happiness, so I shall just let you go...Like Justin Bieber's song....that should be me... Pfft....nah...if its me...there shall be no happy ending.... Like I said in the previous posts, I am never good in relationships...I only enjoy the process of going for somebody...and when the feeling gets too strong, I shall change my target...Its not that I wanted to choose this route, but some people just can't get into relationships...they'd freak out eventually....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3 years ago....I liked this girl...by that time she is studying at form2 ...this is the only girl that I've chased for lets say erm....i think around 1 year...but end up with nothing....the worst part is....I asked her whether she wants to be in a relationship with anybody....she said no...then after a few months....she got into a relationship....i was like...ok wtf... and the guy looks so damn ghay... i mean c'mon ...     Wait...i think i should stop with the 'ghay' part. And this guy doesn't even appreciate her...i mean c'mon bastard...if you can't appreciate her..what for do you get in a relationship with her...your reason better not be cause you wana hurt her...if not you gonna die badly man... Anythings ok with me...but i just can't stand those guys who play people's feelings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thats all i think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-9142839830295787852?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/9142839830295787852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/06/hokay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/9142839830295787852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/9142839830295787852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/06/hokay.html' title='Hokay....'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-6111639831244571390</id><published>2011-05-27T23:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T23:47:37.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE 2 PURPLE HUMAN BEINGS</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No i not gonna start like this...its so lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a bunch of friends that decided to go to pyramid to grab lunch....these people are walking along the canopy and were chatting like normal....one of the purple human being walk in front and another behind...talking to me n 1 friend...at start i let the guy in purple shirt talk to my friend and i observe from behind...i am so good at observing man...they 2 chatted like nobody's business and i cut in because i was so boring...me n my friend chat about everything and the guy in the purple shirt was very quiet...and sudenly he started talking....WOW!!! i was looking at the guys's shirt...hmm..purple...and blue shoes....then i looked in front where the girl was leading the group...and i saw...purple shirt!! its so obvious...cause others r wearing blue or black....then hmm..shoes...blue!! wow...so ngam!! i that time just told the boy...wow...you 2 match eh...see..purple shirt n blue shoes....congrats!!! i was like talking the same topic until we reach this restaurant....what is the restaurant name again har?? forgottten...nvm...so we went in and find a place to sit...as usual...i observe many things...so i sit at the corner...after everybody found their seat...and guess what....they were sitting opposite to each other...almost like a date whey!! so sweet....^^ but its not a date...AWWW!!! so we all ordered food....and chat like for 15 minutes until the food arrive...as the usual me...i will "zhat" people de...so i mentioned....hey "the guy's name", why are you wearing the same colour shirt as the girl? and same shoes leh...you 2 planned this eh?? haha...the guy straight went red like a tomato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The food arrived, then the girl in the purple shirt's gang started to cam-whore...as usual...girls...what to do...:P  during the eating process, i keep looking at the guy to find something special for me to "zhat". while the girls cam-whore. And the girls keep taking my pic...but they failed....bwahahaha .the guy keep looking at the girls...then i said it out..then he shy...he took up his cup and wanted to drink the water inside...instead of using the straw...he suck the spoon....damn cute whey....tomato face...and cute face... i was like looking at my bowl..and said...owwhh..shit..i still got so much...cnt play already...time to eat... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          then after i finish eating, the girl in purple shirt say wan take pic of my that gang with the purple shirt guy... actually i think her main aim is to take the pic of the guy in purple shirt?? :P so some sit and some stand...me n a friend stand behind the purple shirt guy... You know? taking pic is a hard process...the purple shirt guy keep distracted by us...and i shouted...LOOK at the hot girl in the purple shirt la...then his face turn red again....shy shy~~...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Dont know what more to write...lets skip to the ending...we walk back to college and left the purple -shirt people behind talking to each other...so sweet right.. and we like walked faster...at first wanted to ditch they 2 behind... but we looked at our watch...its late for class...so we walk faster...then in class...need to do group work...the purple shirt girl's group short of 1 people...so teacher ask a volunteer to join their group....all the people voted the purple shirt guy...and he went to join the purple shirt girl's group...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Class ended...we all went back home and some went for their next class....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6111639831244571390?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6111639831244571390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-purple-human-beings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6111639831244571390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6111639831244571390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-purple-human-beings.html' title='THE 2 PURPLE HUMAN BEINGS'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2226830492756577809</id><published>2011-04-12T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T05:36:32.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today going back to my house</title><content type='html'>Today while going back home...i passed the MPSJ foodcourt..i think few people know exactly where is that...back to the topic...there was this vegetarian stall...where i often go there to eat...and before that...there's no food court de...then after a few weeks later...somebody bought the whole damn building and started his/her food court business....starting there's many people that went there...cause the varieties of food and...what people love...SOMETHING NEW...but the vegetarian stall's business didnt get any worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after i went to the food court for a few times...i found out that the people there is decreasing....and some food stalls cant even continue their business and have to shut down...but surprisingly...the vegetarian stall is still there....weird huh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today...i saw that the food court as i know it...says that its renovating...==...i dont think its renovating...cause there really suck...wher can the boss get so much money to renovate and make the place new so that they can attract those people who loves "SOMETHING NEW"...no point of doing that shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know the boss is what race...so i will not start guessing...but i learned that don't care what you have now...and usually some people may have more than you...(this is regarding the story above) as long as you do what you do best...they cant win you...(err...i am not sure what am i typing right now...so i gonna just end it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy always~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2226830492756577809?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2226830492756577809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2011/04/today-going-back-to-my-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2226830492756577809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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just being too realistic...i just can accept the fact that she has.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my mind now..i was wrong...and i realize that i still LOVE her...what should I do? i wished i have the courage to text her....but i'm afraid that she won't reply...(don't know why i have this feeling)...maybe i am just too sensitive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she sees this post...but....its up to fate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so come to an end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOULD I....or....SHOULD I NOT.....sms her?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-841465217663624189?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/841465217663624189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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other is so strong...why cant they be together...in addition...one side must sacrifice for another side...for their own good...although its a drama...but i felt that sadness....this sadness cannot be found in most of the dramas...only this movie-斗牛要不要...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relationship is like a basketball competition...dont give up when there is no result yet...do your best...and when u ask yourself...you won't regret...because you tried your best in everything...same goes to relationship...if you found your true love...you must fight for it...true love won't drop down from the sky like rain and run to you...if you found your true love and didnt to anything...got shit use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do to all the singles out there....放胆去追。。。真爱站在你前面。。。不做东西有屁用啊？？？！！！真爱是不会从天上掉下来的！！！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-8082869101343952789?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' 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MEANS...ANOTHER 14 MORE DAYS TO SPM!!!....WHAT SHOULD I DO? there's no point if i panic now...its the price i have to pay for not studying earlier...so...gotta study from now onwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..that's all i gotta say today..if got more things to say...maybe i will edit this post and add something...or i will make another post...!!hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               ♥.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-4917608428890008336?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4917608428890008336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/11/toh-day-is-my-birthdaywhoohoo.html#comment-form' title='1 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type='text'>relationships~~</title><content type='html'>DAMN...can you leave me alone? why when i am ready for a relationship...then i cant get any....but when i am frustrated...relationship comes to me....what to you want from me man? aint my life suffering enough because of you...in my life..is it true that when you want something...you must earn it yourself? and it wont be easy?but when you dont want it...it wants you...so i am damn confused...should we fight for our good relationship? or should we wait for it to come to us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6566854928095315729?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6566854928095315729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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blog....there are many things happening in my life....i wished they are not true....but i am just bluffing myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats....you found a new boyfriend...but you tell me you dont want to be in a relationshop....now i know how u hated me....you can tell me if u dun like me...you dont need to act in front of me...maybe you are tired of acting....but never mind...my friends told me who your boyfriend was...and yeah....his looks....not as good as mine...nerd....maybe that is the kind you like? well...what can i say...good luck coupling....pui!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now damn tired of loving....there is this 1 girl....i knew her since primary....we gotten quite close...we can text everyday....but then...one day...she stopped replying my messages....i dont know why...mayb because i m too annoying? what can i do to stop that...for a few days....we were like couples....we texted many sweet things by calling each others nicknames....i thought she liked me too....but i was wrong....it was me....that have fallen in love with her....then now she stopped texting with me....do you know how it feels? i was damn stupid...thought she liked me...i wasted my time on her...the cut inside me is hard to be treated....now...i am afraid to love again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only another 35 more days to spm....and 2 more months until i start college life....i will try to concertrate 200% on my studies....i want to be the best....no time for love....no...absolutely no time...love is damn lame...and i suck in it....after college....i will try to go overseas if i had the money....and when i come back...i will totally be a different person...i want to be the best in IT...i will set up my own company...be the best of the best...i will create something better than microsoft....that many of ppl will use.....I WANT...AND I WILL...BE THE KING OF IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW RELATIONSHIP!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2258172216717139160?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2258172216717139160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/10/spm-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2258172216717139160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2258172216717139160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/10/spm-is-coming.html' title='SPM is coming'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-5710074470701453543</id><published>2010-07-24T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:17:40.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally had the time to sit down and blog!!</title><content type='html'>i know every1 of you...had been on the roads...well i think you all will be looking at sign boards or thinking of something...well...guess what i am thinking everytime when i am on the road....i will see many expensive cars on the road and started thinking....WHY? WHY they can drive such expensive car? why they can...but i cant? i always tell myself...its not that i cant...is i dont deserve to drive such cars....me? i dont have determination in studies....i aint that stupid you see....so why can i drive the same cars as them? well....someday...i will prove that i am capable!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***  ***...i think that you are the one for me...i cant hold my feelings back whenever i saw u....you have been cold to me sometimes....didnt reply my messages....well...i thought alot of things....i will think that you hated me or think that i am annoying...i did that to forget you....but as i see...i cant forget you....a few months ago...when i found a girlfriend...to make me forget about you....i didnt dare to let you know that i am with another girl...dont know why...maybe just bcoz i think too much? or i perasaan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM is near...and i am afraid that i will lose contact with you...i wanted to tell you how much i love you...but i am afraid of rejections...just like any other guys...i may be weak in studies....but the feeling...its not weak...in a matter of fact....its getting stronger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-5710074470701453543?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5710074470701453543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-had-time-to-sit-down-and-blog.html#comment-form' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5710074470701453543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5710074470701453543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/07/finally-had-time-to-sit-down-and-blog.html' title='Finally had the time to sit down and blog!!'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-6449209883896924672</id><published>2010-06-27T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T01:48:38.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its a long long time...</title><content type='html'>dont know leh...why these days...dont feel like smsing already....facebook oso got on...but on already dont know what to do....sien...anybody can entertain me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6449209883896924672?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6449209883896924672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-long-long-time.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6449209883896924672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6449209883896924672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-long-long-time.html' title='its a long long time...'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-6486404305773541327</id><published>2010-05-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:43:06.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what the hell am i doing?????????</title><content type='html'>here am i....wondering nowhere....just wasting my precious time facebooking.....so much time wasted on that shit...i wish i could have more determination...but...it is hard to find....now i am on my fathers phone to write this blog to write about how i feel..... If i cotinue like that...i am gonna lose everything....my future will not be bright....i will be looked down by people and maybe even the girl i like.....she is so hardworking...and i m just nothing compaired to her....worthless junk...i can say...yeah....maybe someone with a better qualification can bring her happiness...just hope that nobody harms her...or break her heart...or else i will break his neck!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6486404305773541327?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6486404305773541327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-hell-am-i-doing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ganti for dono whichmonday...but i go anyway...its was boring...then until the chinese subject...i keep ask teacher questions...and slowed down the class...then suddenly my friend shouted out...老师,他自我放气了的...i heard the four words suddenly made my blood boil...i may be weak...but i havent given up on myself...nobody can judge me like that...!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6264705512249888609?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6264705512249888609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/04/word-i-hate-most.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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should i do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-7392980729080173088?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/7392980729080173088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-should-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/7392980729080173088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/7392980729080173088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-should-i-do.html' title='What Should I do?'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1889494551084797169</id><published>2010-02-25T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:20:13.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DuKaoLan</title><content type='html'>so hard to talk with her...i m not a pro topic finder la...so i cannot find so many topic at once...why u keep close my topic...u think how i feel..? u say sien...talk to you...then u act lidat...i dono wat are you thinking la...can u at least tell me? i find topic to talk until can crazy u noe...waliao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry la if i cannot keep you entertained...&lt;div 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title='DuKaoLan'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-5263723839988791636</id><published>2010-02-11T03:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:01:41.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusing~~~</title><content type='html'>so many days din talk to her ad...feeling abit down...its like eating porridge without anything...my life is plain without her...I asked myself y duwan to talk to her...cannot ans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: i miss her, i want to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another me: go talk to her for wat...waste ur time oni...u like her oso duwan to tell                                 &lt;br /&gt;            her...lidat how is she going to noe o...if u dowan to tell her...just dun &lt;br /&gt;            talk to her la stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: wat if i tell her...then kena reject? how u wan me to live with that "fear" in me&lt;br /&gt;    do you know the feelings of being rejected? i dont even have anymore confident in &lt;br /&gt;    myself...sometime i think...can c her to be happy...is enuf...bt when time passes&lt;br /&gt;    i hope to be more than just her fren...but can i? i dun think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another me: that is you freking problem la...like a gal bt dun dare to tell...u think  &lt;br /&gt;            she knows you well meh? knows wat r u thinking...wait long long la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I DONO I DONO I DONO...go left oso wrong go right oso wrong...wat you wan me to &lt;br /&gt;    do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should hav known that seksyen 4 has the present giving thing...i forgoten ad...when i remembered...oso too late ad...i was planning to give her lollipop...bt..oso dun hav the chance...too late le....regret so much....~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-5263723839988791636?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5263723839988791636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/confusing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5263723839988791636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5263723839988791636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/confusing.html' title='Confusing~~~'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2354119882641067381</id><published>2010-02-05T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:26:36.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 days of not talking to her~~~i think~~</title><content type='html'>Hmm...i dono how i felt..but i felt...empty...and not used to it...i hav my own reason not to talk to her...coz i m afraid that my prediction will come true...that is 1 prediction that only myself knows....These 9 days i din talk to her even a single word...makes me feel uncomfortable...coz i m so used to talking to her everyday....knowing that she is happy....but now...i cannot comfirm if she is happy or sad....if she is sad....i hope can share her sadness...make her happy or wat...if she is happy....i hope i can be the reason she is happy...but wat to do...it wont happen...she wont like me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2354119882641067381?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2354119882641067381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/02/9-days-of-not-talking-to-heri-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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time~~~</title><content type='html'>So Sien...wasted so many time on her...but i wun get her de la...u like another guy de ma...bt duwan tell me ma..i noe...nvm la...go like la...u should be with the right guy anyway...haha...congrats...bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2338288447048612588?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/2338288447048612588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/wasted-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2338288447048612588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/2338288447048612588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2010/01/wasted-time.html' title='Wasted time~~~'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-2160438927171995659</id><published>2010-01-14T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:58:53.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply...ntg to type...</title><content type='html'>Today...go skul...got 1 guy...teach us how to study...he is from Segi college...weird guy...indian....the 1 shit thing i remembered is his way of learning...he says...in order to learn better...we mus do revision twice the time we were in skul...means 5x5=25....25x2=50...50/7...is 7 hours a day....to do revision...qi xiao!!!....means...i nid to go skul at 7...come back at 1..then do revision until 8pm...then can ply 2 hours until sleep at 10...gila...i aint gona do that...its the opposite way compared to the way yuber thought me....shit man....tat guy is all study hard....bt yuber its study smart....and i think i will go wif yuber....yuber Rox!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell u all....its doesnt feel good when the person u like jokes wif u abt the person u dun like...its like ....she knows i like her...bt stil go tell me to like another gal...i oso confused...dono wat to do...i wished i could do it now....bt...deng...spm la...get fail ad ma die lo...so i dono wat to do now...i oso noe i got joke wif her the ppl she dun like...doesnt feel good la...seriously...coz tis person is veli annoying de...cannot do anything...everytime i talked abt him...she oso will call me to stop...i tis year form 4 ma good...dunid stress abt spm...niama...add maths so hard...and that doesnt make maths easier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you played a girl b4?? doesnt feel good?? or dun tell me u feel good doing that...i can seriously tell u...ply gal....NOT NICE...its veli stupid....coz its not real relationship...so wat u waste money sms wif her...i omost ply 1 gal...bt refused la...coz i oso dun hav any problems wif her...i dun even noe her...bt i think she like me...according to my fren...ply until half...i think...better tell her the truth...coz its not me wan ply her...its my fren call me ply de...so i scold her a few bad words and didn't sms from tat day onwards...until dono when...So i nid to tell the boys out there....ply gal..its wasting ur time...and doesnt benefit you...useless la...waste time n money on sumting u dont really want...y dont just use that money to get sumthing or sum1 you can love and tressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it easy to say I LOVE YOU??? i think its easy for other boys....bt i dun think its easy for me...wan say the 3 words i rather go study add maths....bcoz i dun hav confident...scared of kena rejected...wat to do...i think its normal gua...coz after i say the three words...it will make me a different person the other day...i could me emo...or a boyfren to somebody...so mus think carefully....oni say the 3 words when u r sure that u will suceed...dun do it without thinking....its will make ur life worst....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-2160438927171995659?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1894959846823783294</id><published>2009-12-21T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:20:27.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Yuber!!!</title><content type='html'>Day 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 5.30...then ruch to mpsj on 6am...then get on the bus...get to the row most bhind...and sat down....took 4 hours n 30 minutes to reach the destination...when we reach at 10.30...we cheak in in to huts...then regroup at the dewan.  We played the juggling game...and i learn how to be a leader...At nite...we sat in our groups and learnt communications,how to listen,express feelings....and me n my room mate sleep at 10.15...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6.30...ate breakfat at 8.30...then take a quick bath in the cold water...REFRESHING!!!played rock paper scissors...haha....for fun....then welearn our ways to study....mine is need to do plenty of exercise...I joined the creative writing group...we went bside the river to write stories...when its about 3pm...we head back to camp site...we played a game that uses paper to make a tall structure....we had 50 cards....and at last...we lost 40 cards...so my team gave up...after the game...me n my team discuss our feelings about the game...we ate dinner at 5.30...sooooooooooo early..then we do the sexiest dance in the world.....after that...we returned to our groups..and discuss ourself...so that the group members noe us more...i made a magic trick and my team members were shocked...haha...then i teach a staff magic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt write it down...so sorry...i will edit it later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day for my team to do a talent show, we did like a tv program...i went first... and did a magic trick...two actually...and we did like High School Musical...we all dance around like stupid people...after those activities...we sat down and giv each of the team members sumthing good about them...they thanked me for my cool magic tricks...and said i m a natural leader...which i was so blur about...after that...we all sat down and did public speaking...suddenly when i was shuffling my cards...i heard my name....SHIT...-_-"...they were shouting my name...so i only had one choice...go out n speak...after that...we started hugging each other....then i as there as normal...shuffling cardsby myself...and didn't hug anybody...except a guy....zzzz....then sudenl;y...there were 5 or 6 girls...they said...come jian wei...lets hav a hug..."then without prepared...they hugged me...i was like standing n dun dare to move...tomolo is the las day...i hope there wil b no more hugging.....!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5-Last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up like normal...go find the ppl who jaga ice cream...and ordered 50 cones or ice cream...haha...cost about rm 150....then got 1 activity nid break a board...the boaard is my weekness of getting to a goal...so i wrote..wun finish wat i started....then after a few ppl...my turn...so break it only lo...haha...then every1 cheer...to all who did the breaking....then eat..then take group photo...the we rush back to our huts and fas fas bath...then waer into our outfit...haha...new shoes for me!!! then parents come....then talk this talk that...then graduation....then sijil here n there...then dance dance....then go on truck to get out of the jungle...i din cry...haha...then reach the bus...then start our journey...then they ply truth or dare...then only dare...they do french kiss...all those shit...n i din peduli them....than sleep sleep sleep...sms sms sms...lidat..then reach ad...then sit parents car home...then reach home ad online...haha...then sleep...sien leh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMP YUBER ROX....!!! GO IF U HAV THE CHANCE...ITS WORTH IT....!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1894959846823783294?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1894959846823783294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/camp-yuber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1894959846823783294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1894959846823783294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/camp-yuber.html' title='Camp Yuber!!!'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-9117921719785988569</id><published>2009-12-14T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:23:14.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Jia Wei</title><content type='html'>被点到必填,不填代表你不尊重传给你的人和问卷&lt;br /&gt;(1) 请老实的回答每一个问题&lt;br /&gt;(2) 不行擅自塗改題目&lt;br /&gt;(3) 写完请点10位小朋友,不可不点&lt;br /&gt;(4) 点完后请通知那10位小朋友他被点到了.被点了的不能再点.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Kasper&lt;br /&gt;2.Hui Ying&lt;br /&gt;3.Fennie&lt;br /&gt;4.Wei lin&lt;br /&gt;5.Heusen( but i dun think he noe chinese)&lt;br /&gt;6.Anyone who is interested&lt;br /&gt;7. Anyone who is interested&lt;br /&gt;8.Jia Wei&lt;br /&gt;9. Anyone who is interested&lt;br /&gt;10. Anyone who is interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01-[ 4号认识6号吗? ] : mayb... &lt;br /&gt;02-[ 10号是男还是女? ] : dono&lt;br /&gt;03-[ 8号的兴趣是? ] : chat wif her bFF&lt;br /&gt;04-[ 1号有没有兄弟姐妹? ] : Got~ 1 brother&lt;br /&gt;05-[ 7号姓氏? ] : Shit&lt;br /&gt;06-[ 10号人缘好吗? ] : Think so&lt;br /&gt;O7-[ 4号有人追吗? ] : Got~~~~&lt;br /&gt;09-[ 3号和10号是朋友吗? ] : dono&lt;br /&gt;10-[ 8号的生日是? ] : 14-10-1996&lt;br /&gt;12-[ 5号读哪呢? ] : Sek 4&lt;br /&gt;13-[ 你怎么认识10号的? ] : dono them&lt;br /&gt;14-[ 你跟1号的生日差几个月? ] : lost count&lt;br /&gt;15-[ 你和9号有出去玩过吗? ] : dun think is human&lt;br /&gt;16-[ 你喜欢和2号聊天吗? ] : My daughter...fat 1&lt;br /&gt;17-[ 你喜欢和3号在一起吗? ] : Hell no...&lt;br /&gt;18-[ 你觉得7号人怎么样? ] : dono&lt;br /&gt;19-[ 你觉得9号人怎么样? ] : dono&lt;br /&gt;20-[ 你爱5号吗? ] : Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.是谁传給你这份问卷的 :&lt;br /&gt;Jia Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.你们认识多久呢 :&lt;br /&gt;not long enuf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.3.你觉得他(她)对你來说很重要吗 :&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.你与他(她)的关系是 :&lt;br /&gt;Friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.你覺得他(她)的個性如何 :&lt;br /&gt;Cute...playful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.请问他(她)的兴趣是 :&lt;br /&gt;Keep say boredddd in msn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:當你在更衣室沖水,门忽然被打开了你会&lt;br /&gt;Its a miracle!!!WHOA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:海中忽然大浪來襲后你发现比基尼小姐上身泳裝被沖掉了你会&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:去海边玩会使用咩交通工具&lt;br /&gt;Har???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:你突然发现沒帶泳裝泳衣你会買吗&lt;br /&gt;I dun really like swimming....just play water only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:回去时发现有其他遊客手机沒拿你会觉得是哪牌子的&lt;br /&gt;Sony Ericsson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:海边对你來说是&lt;br /&gt;Open-minded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:看到镜子会不由自主的向前吗&lt;br /&gt;Din try b4...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:经常用洗面乳吗&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:说到自恋会想到谁&lt;br /&gt;Myself...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:有人说该減肥了你会&lt;br /&gt;Half way ad...chill la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;問:自恋適合你吗&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-9117921719785988569?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/9117921719785988569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/tagged-by-cockroach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/9117921719785988569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/9117921719785988569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/12/tagged-by-cockroach.html' title='Tagged by Jia Wei'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1779162481712556890</id><published>2009-12-01T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:53:45.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off day...</title><content type='html'>Today is the off day i hav been waiting for...bt when today reached...feel sien pulak...ntg to do nia...so go n register sudden attack...on9 game lai de...then cockroach say veli sien o...so i just thought off the game i saw in my work....NARUDOU...then i ajak her to ply...wat to do...she copy my short colour...TT....then when she got in...found her admirer wor...keep say he love her...n how much he love her....i c the word ad oso geli...aiya....for those leng lui is normal de la...hor...cockroach? 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things up.....a few days before my mood was very bad....i fell like killing myself...coz i lost my direction...u noe??...at that very second...i really hoped she was beside me...only she can change my mood...my mind was so messed up...i dont noe wat to do...i really wished my life would just end like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the second day arrived....i was in work...at summit usj....as normal...then suddenly...my head was veli pain...i hav headache....and hatred was all inside my head...there is a guy in my section that i really hate....i could hav killed him with my knife in my hand...just suddenly only...i felt hatred...dono y....i hated 1 of my supervisor....luckily i throwed the knife away....then i went to another section...the multimedia section...my mind was finally calmed...after 15minutes of struggling...my face was red...n i meant really red...after i calmed down...fever striked at me....suddenly oni...fever...headache...all came out...n the headache was during tat time my mind has alot of hatred...i tahan the headache...fever ...all those...until 10.30...n i finally get to go home....reached home at 10.45 lidat...bath ad...straight away sleep....dun care if the earth is gona die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lidat was how i pass these few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long din see you ad...i really missed u veli much~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1779162481712556890?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-5042118702721405702</id><published>2009-11-14T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:44:37.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is IT~~~</title><content type='html'>From the first day we met....its the day i started to hav feelings towards you...that day changed my whole life....but....due to the results i got....i dont think my parents will allow me to change back....bt...bcoz its gotten worst....i will ask them for the transfer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...too bad la...i heard that next year s4 will have afternoon session...that seperates her from me...i wished i could b form 1 nxt year....at least i have the chance to see her smile...and pass everyday hapilly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the day i meet you...i told myself...this is the girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-5042118702721405702?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/5042118702721405702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5042118702721405702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/5042118702721405702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This is IT~~~'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-3505006709836903277</id><published>2009-10-16T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:48:21.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Angle~~~~</title><content type='html'>Elorzzzz...so long din update blog ad....sien ma...so now oni update....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a gal....which thinks she is cute....i first meet her....(secret)....she gave me a feeling...A feeling...is that angel da 1?haiz...who noes....when i first saw her...i stil blur blur....after i meet her...and had a few conversation...yeah...she is alright...but i noe sure got no chance de....but nvm...if she is happy...its ok with me anyway....wat to do...my life is lidat de ma....~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem 1 solved...now is....with her keep appearing in my mind.....my DETERMINATION is bac..!!!!i m so going back to S4....can c her~~~its enough ad....well....beter than the life i m having now....but if i didn't change back in time.....i will hav wasted 5 years time....for wat??? MSSD ofcoz....waited 5 years.....mus b a part of it nxt year...i hope time is enough....MSSD....and her.....I think mayb its enough to push me to study more.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always hoped....why didn'y i meet her earlier?? is tis fate???if i met her earlier....alll these things wont happen....why....hope u stay in my mind as long as possible.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u Happy always~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-3505006709836903277?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3505006709836903277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/angle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3505006709836903277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3505006709836903277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/10/angle.html' title='An Angle~~~~'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-8876170144144233638</id><published>2009-09-10T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T06:47:42.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da FIRST day i m confused...</title><content type='html'>Da first day i felt like that....you make me loss confidence in myself...ur every move....will have effect on me...so please...stop it...and tell me what do you really want....I m sick of guessing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-8876170144144233638?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/8876170144144233638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-7256473979220044269</id><published>2009-08-27T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:59:56.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU...day 41</title><content type='html'>HI!....lazy to update blog....plus...my parents dun let me on com so often....many things happen and i lazy to talk about it...all stupid things....not realy important....today is already 28th of August lor....so many things to do....so little time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holidays....no school...nothing to do...except go tution all those shitt....aiyo....y H1N1 come at this kind of time....so unlucky so many people kena...and some died.....throughout the holidays and my normal life....i was thinking tat IF....IF she kena H1N1 virus....what would i do....when there is not much time left....what am i gona do? i keep asking myself these questions....and i cant get the suitable answer...would i regret???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking of you every sec...didn't have the courage to approach you....peeking you from the side....is not enough...that cant be me....but....if i made my move....i was afraid that you will be frightened of me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once made a bet with the "other me"....betting on that i can wait for you until you finish school...these days i kept doubting myself....weather this bet is worth it or not....its a bet for my future.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT EXPLAIN HOW MUCH I MISS YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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41'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-8624164226060401478</id><published>2009-08-18T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T04:38:02.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU...day 31....</title><content type='html'>I cant remember any of the details for the pass few days....but i remembered 1 thing....is da day when i finally found the courage to sms her....i was so afraid to sms her....coz i heard rumors that she hates me all kind of stuff....so when i told myself....i already change skol ad lo...y scared....y hesitate?....so i just picked up my hp and sms her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 1st ask r u ** ******...then she replies who are you....(i dont wan to go in the details....) then she sent me one message....she said...not to put hope on her....its wasting my time....she called me to study 1st....then all those things we can talk later....i kinda argee with that.....BUT.....i wont do 1 thing she told me....is to dont put hope on her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE is the only reason which kept me moving....if i totally lost hope on her....i would totally be a piece of paper....i dont want that.....i must hav a goal....besides...she is the reason i wanted to change back to smk s4 so badly.....&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-8624164226060401478?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-6177867392438337023</id><published>2009-08-05T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:49:34.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS YOU...day17...</title><content type='html'>如果你不爱一个人,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请放手.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好让别人有机会爱她.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果你爱的人放弃了你,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请放开自己,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好让自己有机会爱别人.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的东西你再喜欢也不会属于你的,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有的东西你再留恋也注定要放弃的.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人生中有许多种 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但别让自己为一种伤害.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些缘分是注定要失去的,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有些缘分是永远都不会有好结果的,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人不一定要拥有,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但拥有一个人就一定要好好的去爱她.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男人哭了是因为他真的爱了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女人哭了是因为她真的放弃了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果真诚是一种伤害,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我选择谎言;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果谎言是一种伤害,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我选择沉默;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果沉默是一种伤害,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我选择离开.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果失去是苦，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你怕不怕付出 ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果迷乱是苦，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你会不会选择结束,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果追求是苦，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你会不会选择执迷不悟 ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果分离是苦，&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要向谁倾诉,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多事情都是后来才看清楚,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好多事情当时一点也不觉得苦!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can explain????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED YOU ** ******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6177867392438337023?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6177867392438337023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-youday17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6177867392438337023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6177867392438337023'/><link 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period...moral teacher come in and call me wake up...din schold le...lucky....then study until finish school....waited 20 minutes until my mom come fetch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then where i go leh....back to school...to take paper things lo...haiz....miss school so much....then i ban yeng at the bus stop 1st....until they finish school....then waited until SHE come out....so leng lui....she changed her hairstyle....cuter ad oooo.....feel like hugging her....but i acted like i didn't see her...haha...but i noe she sure got saw me....feel....muahaha....then i go inside the school to find teacher take thing....then go back class....bang the door...then whole class looked at me....sooooo scary nia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wait until them finish school....then folow kar chun car go home...then go eat with uncle from singapore....then when he go bac...i ply com awile...then tution....then gona sleep...good nite!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!! ** ******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-3537755887377802634?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3537755887377802634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/08/da-17th-day-since-i-started-to-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3537755887377802634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3537755887377802634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/08/da-17th-day-since-i-started-to-miss-you.html' title='Da 17th day since i started to miss you so badly...'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-6725155288094690799</id><published>2009-08-01T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:17:40.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da 15th day i started to miss you so badly...</title><content type='html'>Haiz....these days....lazy to update blog ad...so sien...nothing special 1....yesterday was Friday...i go back seksyen 4....but they say got match with form 3 at bk5....so sad....cnt go school...cnt see her...cannot release my stress...cnt ease my pain...wat to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when at bk5....plying with form 3....han shen and zhen yu become so called referee....but actually they don't noe anything 1...just go there....espicially the han s.....dono become referee...judge until like shit....zzzzz....nicole gan got go....what a surprise....she don't usually hang out with us on fridays....then we started hard in the begeining...but we owned the game....muahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the game...those form 3 go back to skol...then we play awile....until kar chun n i decided to go back skol to wait for her sis to come fetch...zzzz...we went in from the back door...its not locked...lucky us....then went gona reach the bus stop...i started looking for her...i took a long time to find her....until i found out that she way siting on the side of the gate....the ledge there....i think its ledge or edge...i dono....wearing green t-shirt....then din tie her hair....so damn freaking hot o....with her pink bag.....sitting with her brother....so hott....so cute....just wat i like....then nvm....i n kar chun waited at the bus stop....then her sis came...we go home....i wanted to give her a goodbye kiss...but ...duwan la...&gt;.&lt;...i oso pai seh.....==....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when reached bangau.....i n kar chun shoot ball here and there....until the other gang wanted to V.S my gang....we actually wan 3 on 3 1.....but they die oso wan 5 on 5....FINE....we give them game....lanci ma...wear stupid jersey....wana vs...think wear jersey can win ar....then at the end of the game....we won 21-13....so suck....just after my leng "chao gan"....T_T......haha....but they get 13 is we put water 1....they suck lo...their center become controller....so pro nia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i go home ....tution all those shit....then sleep......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wake up....go eat breakfast outside....then go home play computer...then go tution...then do this do that until 6.30....go wei lin hse...her sis birthday....then until now...update blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I these 2 days hear my fren says that ** ****** say that she hates me....i don't noe is real anot....but then today i heard that she doesn't hate me.....can which 1 tell me which is real and which is fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU .............** ******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6725155288094690799?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-4848243729337715903</id><published>2009-07-30T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:33:59.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da 13th day since i started to miss you so badly...</title><content type='html'>Waliao....these days hor....lesser and lesser thing to say de ar...why ar...sien....SIEN AR....nothing to do....go skol everyday....then come back everyday....walking the 1000+++ steps home....under the sun...so hot...then reach home....eat...then ply com....then go basketball...then go home .....eat....ply hp....ply com....edit blog....sleep....that is not wat i wan my life to be....dammit....if like that...i would rather go to work...can earn money...buy stuff for her....muahaha...so gud nia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomolo i will be going back to seksyen 4...waited this day for so long..tomolo...i hope to see you....if i had the chance to talk with you....i hope you dun be scared or hate me talking to you....i do this because i love you....it pains me if you do react like that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU.....** ******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-4848243729337715903?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/4848243729337715903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-13th-day-since-i-started-to-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to miss you so badly...</title><content type='html'>yesterday no time to update blog...tution come back ad veli late...yesterday nothing special happen....but...today got wor....today...i go skol...got student from japan come my school....then we so called welcomed them with open hands la....but i dun think any of them is pretty....if ** ****** come hor...all go back japan ad lo...haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But stupid 1 lo....they come their buisness la...then until my class oni study 2 periods....so sien...nothing to do....then when i saw 1 japanese gal...i thought of her sia....coz they look alike....but ** ****** is more leng lui la...n taller....cuter.....haha....haiz...then when at class hor....i sien ma....ma do hw lor....not like me leh....do revision by myself....sien de ma.....not like me leh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't noe why....but the more i didn't c you...i m scared that the feeling will fade away....i hope it doesn't....coz you are worth sacrificing for....my time...my energy...everything....if you can just understand.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU....** ******&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-3681077078323841995?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/3681077078323841995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-12th-day-since-i-started-to-miss-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/3681077078323841995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sunday...finally...its today....Monday...i was so sleepy when i woke up....then as usual go to school...stupid perhimpunan...so long, sit until my ass oso pain nia....stupid pengetua...a guy...but talk so slow like a gal...fine...nvm..go back class...moral...copy motes and then sit there do stupid.....then until bm...do rumusan....the teacher thought i don't noe anything....keep come and teach me...wat to do....i just act like i don't noe anything....sien...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;after recess...boring recess....i quickly walk back class...then sit there...until my fren come call me go science lab....hmm...the teacher not bad de....kinda leng lui...muahaha....but married i think....&gt;.&lt;but&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i walked back home as usual....i had tried counting the steps...i think is about 1300++ steps.....long leh...muahaha....train stamina nia....&gt;.&lt;...then reach home on about 20 minutes....go bath....then eat chicken rice....i swallowed a few bones...X.X...then play computer.....then go and sleep....when i wake up...eat ad then go tution in meridian....come back....edit blog....=.=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i've knew what i want....i think i should master my studies...reading books...doing exercise...so that my results will be good....yeah...i think i m gonna do that.....because of 1 thing....IF i like her with the results i having now....i dun think i can merly match up to her....well...she is kinda good in her exams....beter than me i can say....so...to match up with her....i think i should study 1st...only i can be a perfect match for her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br 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homework....listen song....so sien....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then when finish 1 page of interesting maths....cnt tahan ad....go on computer....go see facebook....the ffs...nicole gan today oni sign up an account....her value is already 45 million....wtf man....then play computer for very long....then go inside room sms with friend...we chat about her....say her things....when sms thinking of her....miss her soo much nia....then fell asleep....&gt;.&lt;....then wake up bath and do blog....today so sien....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS YOU ** ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1870828464941385224?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' 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tution is at 2....ma walk back to the class...then when reach canteen....saw her bro and sis....i wanted to ask her bro for her number...but think ad...dun wan la...so stupid nia....then walk back to class....luckily got on aircond, not so hot....but still abit sad luu...coz didn't see her...haiz...if she got go tution there...i think we now friends ad....but wat to doo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After tution...go mamak eat....then come bac play com then ply with blog....hmm...sien...miss her SOOOOOOOO much...when can i officially be your friend....You called me dun waste time...i don't think its wasting....i think its worth it....for you...nothing is more important....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE YOU....** ******.....muakxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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ad....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i searched everywhere....canteen....every blocks by seeing...i even asked her friend weather she got come anot...well...she got ar....then when kasper, kar chun, yi jun go like small kid ply at lorong...i ma sit there looo.....(still missing her)...then go up play basketball again...so hot...saw heusen...then ma chat abit...then ply 3 on 3...haha i won...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stil damn hot...so i saw kar chun, kasper and yi jun go down...ok...nvm...play awile 1st....then when until cannot tahan ad...ma go down....jornan follow me...so go down...ma call kasper they all de hp....NO1 ANSWERED....damn dulan...haha....then after that i found out that all those ******* at kasper house.....=.=....i was like ...ok...wtf?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after going down and calling them all those shit...i go anjung D c the kelab bahasa cina....i stil cannot find her...nvm...sit down...blow air...then chat wif magdelane...chat chat awile...RINGGG....until badminton now...then i got excited...i ma call magdelane help me find ** ******....then suddenly she say....SHE IS AT THERE... i was like...WHERE???? i oni saw many kelab cina de shirt...then i saw 1 special person...with green shirt...i knew is her...from the back i see....is been a week since i last saw her...she is still as attractive as usual...i wan so damn freaking attracted...muahaha...but dun dare talk to her...coz i heard that she hates me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When 5...we must go home liao...so i, kar chun,magdelane,her sis n yi jun waited at the traffic light....(next to her car...)muahaha....so i can gap her a little...she went down to find her bro and sis...after a few minutes...she come out...then get on the car then go home...it will be another suffering week until i see her again....I LOVE YOU....** ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6700567627708762424?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6700567627708762424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-first-time-i-saw-you-since-i-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6700567627708762424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6700567627708762424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Only we knows what is good for ourselves!!! dammit...parents always does things that makes us fell annoying....but WHO GIVES THE SHIT!!!!!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am TIRED of these shits!...fuck man its my freaking life....pls don't do anymore decisions for the SAKE OF MY FUTURE already...!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents transfered me to Batu 8 without thinking weather i want to go anot....they just do things according to themselves!!!!!! FUCK IT BASTARD!!!!!!! and today my mom lectured me about those....(you know)....   I was thinking deep inside my heart.... CHANGING SCHOOL AFTER FOUR YEARS IN IT...IS NOT GONA MAKE ME TURN BETTER!!!!! WHAT YOU ARE DOING NOW IS DAMN FREAKING SUFFERING FOR ME!!!!!!!! I REALLY CANNOT TAKE THESE ANYMORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK YOU...MOTHER FUCKER...JIBAI....MAHAI...CHAO HAI....DIAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-6040273036223442513?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/6040273036223442513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-day-that-i-really-hate-my-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6040273036223442513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/6040273036223442513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-day-that-i-really-hate-my-parents.html' title='Da day that i really hate my parents!'/><author><name>Axcess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02950138576494867224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8zKbH5vcTMM/TCcPXy5tKLI/AAAAAAAAACQ/vxWu5APcbMU/S220/its+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7264290771365073331.post-1718240925330116059</id><published>2009-07-19T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:50:54.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Da 1st day of school life in Batu 8....</title><content type='html'>Guess what... da first day in school....its was so unexpected...i was like hoping a school life like my life when i m in seksyen 4...haiz...when i went in da school... I went to see the PK HEM...she was an indian teacher...she arranged me into an account clas...4C..well...its was called da THIRD class...ok...nvm...i go in da clas...teacher asking me about where i come from all those shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT..when da teacher asked me about why i wana come to Batu 8...I just answered DON'T KNOW...i was so gona beat up the teachers who asked me that question...well....when i think alone by myself...i cant get any of the answers...   And SUDDENLY...i came up with the answer...its BCOZ of my parents!!! DAMMIT....ITS MY LIFE...WHY SHOULD CARE....MY FUTURE IS IN MY HANDS....WHY MUST THEM BE DA 1 HU DECIDES MY FUTURE....CAN ANY1 TELL ME WHY....ITS TIME FOR ME TO STAND UP FOR MY FUTURE....ITS NOW OR NEVER!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7264290771365073331-1718240925330116059?l=hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/feeds/1718240925330116059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hoolabalooshitt.blogspot.com/2009/07/da-1st-day-of-school-life-in-batu-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7264290771365073331/posts/default/1718240925330116059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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SUCKS....i noe....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is 2 things tat i will miss from Seksyen 4...That is HER laughter,smile,face,cuteness.....To me that is worth giving up everything in the world....I hopes that SHE sees my blog...and understand my feeling towards HER...I wish i could tell her how much i miss her...but i think that it's impossible....she hates me....what can i do....i hope that i can erase her hatred towards me in her heart and actually be in it....well...somehow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i swear....that i will be back....although i m in Batu 8...i will miss you every single sec...nothing can change my felling towards you....i will...somehow make my way to be in your heart...eventhough its nearly impossible....but for you...its worth trying....i will earn my pride in front of my parents and will try to be back in Seksyen 4.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd...is the basketball team members....my dream before even thinking of getting in to the basketball team is being the captain of the basketball team of my school....and....I HAVE MADE IT....although my position is not verified by my team members...i felt happy...for the 2 weeks of being the un-official captain of the school's basketball team....but...with the title of the basketball team captain....cant impress her...so what's the point of being the captain...when i'm gone....i hope that you all must train to get better...that is wat i want to c for the school basketball team's future....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seksyen 4...........I'LL BE BACK!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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