<?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-34466708</id><updated>2011-09-06T15:13:01.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wee Wog =)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1045485477122463570</id><published>2009-06-27T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:02:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wong yeep kan punya bday post.</title><content type='html'>sometimes people ask me if you're my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hou sum lohhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tai sou laa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont so kan chan&lt;br /&gt;sendiri go eat leng stuff,&lt;br /&gt;sendiri go fun place main,&lt;br /&gt;sendiri go watch movie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shouldve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da bao me Nasi lemak&lt;br /&gt;da bao me Milo Beng&lt;br /&gt;bring me go makanmakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops,&lt;br /&gt;forgot the main point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;youre finally 19,man!&lt;br /&gt;Although you look like 29 already *hmm*&lt;br /&gt;I guess age doesn't really matter to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,best luck for your MUET&lt;br /&gt;belanja aku makan satu tub Baskin jika ada Band 6 tau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you liked your birthday dinner,&lt;br /&gt;sorry can't buy you Slam dunk or Dragonball full set bagi lu.&lt;br /&gt;Only thing I can do is masuk blog kamu ini,&lt;br /&gt;dan wish you Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gor, happy birthday la..^^&lt;br /&gt;Belanja you 奶綠珍珠奶茶next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.Im glad youre at PunSan drinking teh-o-ais now&lt;br /&gt;if not I also cant hijack your blog haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : Your-ever-so-annoying-sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-1045485477122463570?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1045485477122463570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1045485477122463570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1045485477122463570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1045485477122463570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/06/wong-yeep-kan-punya-bday-post_27.html' title='wong yeep kan punya bday post.'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2930063270019954916</id><published>2009-05-11T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:44:26.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DX ereh llits m'I</title><content type='html'>Okie dokie now. I'm here. I'm alive. I take my AS starting on Wednesday. I'm done with my MUET exams. I hope I get good results. I don't think I'll be able to get a band 6 since I screwed up on some parts. But heck. I got to practice with girls every Tuesday. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say much. There's not a lot of thingeys to say. My weeks have been routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we did go for a movie last week. Ex-Men Origins : Wolverine. It was nice. But most of the best parts was already in the trailer. Also, we finally went for a Karaoke session at Neway. Gods it's been a long time. My girly voice needs training. I'm losing my touch. Maybe I'm finally going to become a real man XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll try and post again in the not too distant future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2930063270019954916?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2930063270019954916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2930063270019954916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2930063270019954916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2930063270019954916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/05/dx-ereh-llits-mi.html' title='DX ereh llits m&apos;I'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-9123571039613376775</id><published>2009-04-22T10:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:02:40.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I realize..</title><content type='html'>I realize that to even consider getting close to a girl, you first have to win over her friend(s). If her friend(s) dislikes you, even if it's just a little, you might as well go buy a lottery ticket. Because you'll have a higher chance of success with the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's what happened yesterday. This girl brought a friend of hers along. Both of them are from my secondary school. And the whole time, I could not even speak. That girl kept on whispering stuff to her. In front o' me. I could see it in her eyes. She has it in for me O_O. Thank god she takes the Sri Petaling line home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all this negative-ness might be due to the fact that I have a headache and a fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-9123571039613376775?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/9123571039613376775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=9123571039613376775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/9123571039613376775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/9123571039613376775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-realize.html' title='I realize..'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5345728158278875339</id><published>2009-03-19T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:19:26.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't bore you guys with details. Anyways, if you have the time, please click on the link below and sign the petition. It's very helpful to others. Please, it'll only take a minute of your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/Captions/" target="_blank" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);"&gt;http://www.PetitionOnline.com/Captions/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5345728158278875339?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5345728158278875339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5345728158278875339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5345728158278875339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5345728158278875339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-wont-bore-you-guys-with-anything-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-696805198505956699</id><published>2009-03-12T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:50:54.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habu</title><content type='html'>We all went down to Lowyat on Tuesday because Fai had to collect his graphic card. Went up to Thundermatch to look at the bargain bin. Kit has always been going on about how he wants a Habu. They had it listed at RM150. That was quite cheap already, but when Kit finally decided to buy it, the scanner showed it as Rm 99. O_O. So we all wanted to get one. But we didn't have enough money. Kit forgot to bring his ATM card, and I already closed my account. So we pooled together our money, and Fai bought one first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, the gods above are always about with their mischievousness. Fai lost the parking ticket when he was handing money to Kit for the mouse. A guy knocked into him and he fell over the railing. Luckily, Fai shouted "Elika" and a pretty girl popped out of nowhere and pulled him back to us. Alternately, someone knocked into Fai and whatever he was holding fell to the floor. Including the parking ticket. We couldn't find it, so in the end, we had to compensate. Rm 50. Fifty Ringgit O_O. It was lucky we didn't have enough money to buy another Habu. Even then, whatever money we had wasn't enough. So we all went back to Fai's car and looked for coins. Kit and Fai were searching every nook and cranny while I was counting the money. In the end, we had Rm 43 in notes and Rm 7 in coins. So off we went to the office to pay 'em back. They laughed at us. Seriously. I swore to go back and buy myeslf a Habu that night, and I did. Problem is, it didn't work. The tracking laser wasn't functioning. When I plugged it in, I could only click, the cursor didn't move on-screen. I was frustrated, but since I couldn't do anything, I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home on Wednesday, I called up thundermatch to see if I could take my Habu back to be exchanged. They said yes, but before going, I plugged the damned rodent in one last time. It worked. Miraculously, it worked. Huzzah!. And now, I'm staring at it. It's black body, with blue lights. All so sleek and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is all for now. Nights =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(No really, go away.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-696805198505956699?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/696805198505956699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=696805198505956699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/696805198505956699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/696805198505956699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/03/habu.html' title='Habu'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-8423222443177098501</id><published>2009-03-08T20:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:51:59.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Bee Queue</title><content type='html'>My parents went to Guilin, China for a few days and only came back yesterday. So I had a BBQ on Friday. We didn't really plan it much. After class at 1pm , I went to pick up my badminton racket at Masjid Jamek. Because Yuen Cheng doesn't have classes on Friday, or I'd just pick it up from her. The seller is in Help, y'see. Then I take-awayed fried rice from a place near where I used to go to tuition. My sister had to go to Subash at 3 pm. So I rushed back. Turns out she decided to ponteng. That's a good decision XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit was with me, while the others were eating lunch. Then Marcus dropped all of them off at my house, including Phoebe, saying he had to go back early. And Phoebe had to get back home by 5pm. But we still hadn't bought the meat for the night. So we all got out our Harley-Davidsons and cut lines and got to Jusco. The previous sentence is false. We got into the Waja and went to Jusco. Lamb chops, Beef, Chikon wings, sausages, honey , planta. Yeah. That's what we got. Then I sent all of them home. Kit took the stuff though so he could marinate them. Time was set at 9pm. This is Malaysia though, so I didn't expect anyone to arrive on time. It just doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 9, I called Tat up to go accompany me and buy some drinks. We ended up wearing the same shirt from Giordano. Same colour too. *blush*. Got a few bottles some paper cups and plates. The dudes said that the cups were flimsy. I point at Tat now because he chose the cups. Evidently, my paper plates pwned his paper cups. Alas, we realized that we didn't have any charcoal. I mean yes, Kit was there, but still... So we went to the convienience store and got 2 bags of it, plus a can Of Bear Beer. Rawr. I also bought 9 bags of ice for the ice box, because as it turned out, Marcus brought 3 bottles of beer. This was gonna be a fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus brought a grill, and so did Tat, but we ended using Marcus' only. It sufficed. Besides, this time, we were preparing food for ourselves, not for others, we could take it at our own pace. It all started with the usual blowing of fire. I have no idea why Kit does it with that kind of sound. Seriously, next time you see him, ask him to blow for you. XD You'll understand. Once we had the fire started, we started with the chicken wings. The wings we bought from Jusco were big. A considerable difference between this and the ones we usually had at other bbqs. Had about 15 I think, averaged at about Rm 1.20 for each. Good value =). Then we proceeded with the sausages and beef. The footlongs and muttons were last. I didn't eat the mutton. Couldn't take it heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we all cleaned up before drinking the beer. I even had time to take a bath. Bear beer is really bitter O_o. And we only managed to finish 2 bottles of the Tiger Beer Marcus brought. Henry brought along his portable hard drive and leeched off me. I'm going to take some from him when I have the chance heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it I guess. This long post due to the guilt I felt at not posting for a while. Yet, who wants to read all of this ? O_o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-8423222443177098501?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/8423222443177098501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=8423222443177098501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8423222443177098501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8423222443177098501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/03/bar-bee-queue.html' title='Bar Bee Queue'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2979301820459428432</id><published>2009-02-28T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:32:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the rain</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor's yesterday. It was raining heavily as I was waiting for the LRT to come. You have to admit that rain adds a certain sense of nostalgia to a place. When it's raining, everything becomes so peaceful and calm. The cool wind helps too. Maybe because the Maluri platform has lots of trees and stuff. When it's raining, and you look towards the track, it's like you're in some distant place in the Far East. And you're waiting for a coal-driven train to take you back to your hometown, where you'll give out a sigh of relief when you see that familiar train station coming towards you. And as soon as you step out of the train, you'll take in a deep breath of refreshing air and say out loud to yourself "I'm home." Then, you'll go to your favourite place to drink, and catch up with your schoolfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's gotten into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2979301820459428432?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2979301820459428432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2979301820459428432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2979301820459428432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2979301820459428432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-rain.html' title='I love the rain'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5236596001965195908</id><published>2009-02-23T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:46:48.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's on fire O_O.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to Wee Kiat's BBQ party on Saturday. A birthday party of sorts, since Wee Kiat's, Kit's and Kum Hon's birthday were all near each other. So Wee Kiat invited all of us for a birthday bash. As usual PSG was there again. As the Olympic Athletes light the fire, so does PSG start the BBQ fire. Kit came and picked me up at 6. We reached at about 7. The sky was kinda dark when we arrived though, but after settling down for a few minutes, Wee Kiat asked us to start the fire. We still got to rest a bit though, because Pinky (I..don't know how to spell her full name anymore XD) just went out to get firestarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got the firestarters, we started what we came to do =P. There were 2 grills. Kit, Tat and I took one side and Mun Fai and Harrison took the other. Fai was using the fan to get the charcoals on fire. The modern, cheating way, if you will.We were using the traditional way. Newspapers and self created wind, not of the variety produced from the behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were getting along quite fine. With our expertise in blowing water, blowing air was a piece of cake. Indeed, our grill was too hot. We actually set the piece of wood under our grill on fire. No ashes or anything, just heat transfer. How's that ? You cheating, modern prats ? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got the fire going, we all went in for a bit of rest. The others then started preparing the food. The girls also prepared the drinks. There was Syrup water..and something made by Wai Mun.  We eventually finished Wai Mun's drink in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had chicken, beef and mutton. No pork though. Lots of hot dogs. And some Ubi. I forgot the English name. It was all great fun. Kit asked me to try what I learnt in NS on Kit Yeng. It didn't work. I was laughing the whole time though =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Kiat's mom bought 2 cakes. Thanks auntie =). I didn't eat any though. But the dessert the neighbour gave us was ace ^^. After the party, we went back to PS for some drinks and got back home late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll notice that I don't have a lot of content. That's because I'm too lazy XD. And I didn't take any pictures. Or the whole post would have just been me captioning them XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&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/34466708-5236596001965195908?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5236596001965195908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5236596001965195908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5236596001965195908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5236596001965195908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-on-fire-oo.html' title='It&apos;s on fire O_O.'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1541857433049748166</id><published>2009-02-17T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:53:16.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's one of those days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up late today. But I slept late, so I guess it figures.. We went to watch Benjamin Button at Times Square yesterday. Brian and Yuen Cheng joined us. For the record, Yuen Cheng's a wussy who won't go to Blush xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was quite nice. Definitely long O_o. And it was worth it. Mainly because I didn't pay Yuen Cheng back for the tickets. Sadly the drinks at GSC suck. To be more specific , their 100 tambah drinks suck. It's...like a decarbonated drink and sickly sweet. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't a very good day. Class only started at 11am but we reached around the normal time. Luckily I brought T3 and PC Gamer to read. But I gave up after around an hour. Further Pure tutorial wasn't any better. My teacher was kinda emo because only around 7 people showed up for class. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 12, I went to the Sports Complex to play badminton with Tat. It wasn't really fun for me. My shirt restricted my movements, I was wearing jeans and I was running around either barefoot or in Crocs. But at least I got to move around. I felt lethargic the whole day. But I was also really, really tired after that heh. Class ended at 4 today..I saw her sitting there in the canteen. She was waiting for someone... I don't really want to know who, because my stomach already had that empty feeling. I didn't talk to her either, it just doesn't work. I'd check my phone to see if she replied me earlier when I smsed her, but I already know what's going to happen. So I'll save myself the trouble =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days, I'll move on.&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/34466708-1541857433049748166?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1541857433049748166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1541857433049748166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1541857433049748166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1541857433049748166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-one-of-those-days.html' title='It&apos;s one of those days.'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1120691712668417090</id><published>2009-02-16T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:46:09.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged ...-_-</title><content type='html'>The foo. I got tagged. I think. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Does it matter to you if your boyfriend or girlfriend smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  Smoking is a major turn-off. Why teh foo would you want to smoke ? What makes you think I will like your breath ? And I wouldn't like your smile either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How about drinking?&lt;br /&gt;Drinking ? Social drinking is fine. But hey, if she gets drunk......Then of course I'd take her home immediately. XD (What did you think I'd say ? =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you like someone you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So much.*Sighs*. Next question please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If someone liked you right now, would you want them to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Sure. It's not like I'm awash with admirers...More like..I don't have any XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's your favourite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Table Tennis and Badminton =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Its Saturday night, and you're home alone... what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;I'd rig up some traps, in case some bugger thieves try and enter my house and steal my pillows and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. But Malaysia doesn't have a lot of choices, eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When's the perfect time to have a bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;Between 10pm and 8am... But seriously ? When both of you are mature enough to understand what you both want now, and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could date any celebrity, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Keira Knightley. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know yet. But there won't be any girls, that I'm sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favourite restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Does Pun San count ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever hugged someone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Haven't you ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever kissed someone you weren't attracted to?&lt;br /&gt;I've never kissed someone period. Except family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Is this like a trick question ? Then, Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes? Ears ? The presence of an Adam's Apple ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Which do you prefer, Beach or Mountains?&lt;br /&gt;Mountains please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What kind of phone do you have?&lt;br /&gt;An N73 ME that's been for a swim once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Computer or Laptop?&lt;br /&gt;Computer please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Jeans or Sweats?&lt;br /&gt;Jeans, with zippers. No more buttons blargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Which year(s) has/have been the best so far?&lt;br /&gt;I'd say 2006. Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How old are you gonna be on your next birthday?&lt;br /&gt;19. But does it matter ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What should you be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favourite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;Whose Line Is It Anyway. I bow down to their level of f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What's been your last purchase?&lt;br /&gt;2 Thosai from Pun San.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Are you attracted to girls/boys that smoke?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I answered this in the first question. You must be running out of ideas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Have you ever fallen on your butt in front of a crowd of people?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &gt;_&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you do when you're at home?&lt;br /&gt;I watch the telly, read comics, play games...normal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What is your favourite subject?&lt;br /&gt;That would be English, despite my poor command of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;My family, Soya, and knowing her. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-1120691712668417090?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1120691712668417090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1120691712668417090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1120691712668417090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1120691712668417090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged ...-_-'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2566109750258467332</id><published>2009-02-15T23:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:20:59.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BC Gathering</title><content type='html'>Went out for a British Council gathering on Saturday. Twas at One U. Samuel made it happen. You dah man, man XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't watch a movie this time. I mean, it was Valentine's Day. It'd be full of lovey-dovey couples. So why should I be there ? To torture myself ? Please, no thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, not everybody from the BC Gang could make it. Clarissa had auditions, so she couldn't come. Pui Yee had to study, so we didn't see her either. On the other hand, Li Shen made it O_O.&lt;br /&gt;So, attendees were, Ju Ween, Li Shen, Shiuann, Dao Zhong, Samuel, Jeremy, and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we just walked around the place. Samuel helped his friend buy a teddy bear, and we all sat down at Carls Jr. for some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the pictures, in a reverse chronological order on that day XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg4akEOh7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yKP39P5whwo/s1600-h/IMG_1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg4akEOh7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yKP39P5whwo/s320/IMG_1584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303050590237919154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here, you can see me enthusiastically explaining something. The look on Shiuann's face suggests that what I am saying is most likely perverted, thereby offending her. I assure you, that could not be further from the truth. I was merely saying "I just don't friggin understand why the frig we had to friggin come out on friggin Valentine's Day when I'm friggin single , okay ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg3TsadXnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eOKQiqYGNEQ/s1600-h/IMG_1580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg3TsadXnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/eOKQiqYGNEQ/s320/IMG_1580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303049372707937906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one on the left is Li Shen, the one on the right is Ju Ween. Li Shen used to have long hair during the BC days. It's all gone now. You may think she's pretty, but *mumblemumblemumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg3TUJnR5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/03iocgge4SE/s1600-h/IMG_1579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg3TUJnR5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/03iocgge4SE/s320/IMG_1579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303049366194833298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ju Ween's gotten fairer, I think. They both just came back from the land down under. Li Shen's due back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg3TADebCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/g3XkU-U0INA/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg3TADebCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/g3XkU-U0INA/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303049360800377890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Jeremy's fingers. I'd like to take this opportunity to say that Ju Ween already has a boyfriend. And I have confuzzled his name. So I call him "Umn Doi". No he wasn't present that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg1D9w4kwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CkpPZuONrxU/s1600-h/IMG_1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg1D9w4kwI/AAAAAAAAAHk/CkpPZuONrxU/s320/IMG_1574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303046903464235778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy finally gets a shot with Ju Ween. Look how happy he is XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg1Dq9H32I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ca-6x1eLuIY/s1600-h/IMG_1573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg1Dq9H32I/AAAAAAAAAHc/ca-6x1eLuIY/s320/IMG_1573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303046898415296354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Samuel. He's fending off Jeremy. Who wouldn't ? Everybody wants to have a picture taken with Ju Ween =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg1DfnejVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mwa31m7H-3o/s1600-h/IMG_1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg1DfnejVI/AAAAAAAAAHU/mwa31m7H-3o/s320/IMG_1568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303046895371717970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light was coming in from the space behind me, so the pictures messed up. But all the pictures I take are, in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZgzWtQFqdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rq02OyeNSs4/s1600-h/IMG_1558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZgzWtQFqdI/AAAAAAAAAHE/rq02OyeNSs4/s320/IMG_1558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303045026425973202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly fell over backwards when I was taking this picture. It's howwibuly blurred..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZgzW-iHXaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/g85jqIhz2_A/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZgzW-iHXaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/g85jqIhz2_A/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303045031064984994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, I think you're focusing on the girl in the skirt on the left of the picture. Go ahead. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZgx_3hy51I/AAAAAAAAAG8/DnUcV2mqIvE/s1600-h/IMG_1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZgx_3hy51I/AAAAAAAAAG8/DnUcV2mqIvE/s320/IMG_1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303043534535976786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you buy upwards of RM 99, you get to put a note there. Bah! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that's all I'm doing for now, it's late and I have college tomorrow. Exam results time. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&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/34466708-2566109750258467332?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2566109750258467332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2566109750258467332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2566109750258467332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2566109750258467332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/02/bc-gathering.html' title='BC Gathering'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SZg4akEOh7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/yKP39P5whwo/s72-c/IMG_1584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-4852292438744421894</id><published>2009-01-30T20:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T23:15:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anddd</title><content type='html'>Okay..I realized I had two tags. 1 from Clarissa and the other from YC. I thought YC was reminding me about Clare's tag but now I see I have another...Unless of course she knows another Kent..which means I will soon be labelled super perasan and thus, I now want to say , in advance, "super-paiseh". This isn't fair actually. I don't do photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(185, 181, 127);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rule is!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Take a picture of yourself right now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair. Just take a picture.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Post the photo with NO EDITING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Post these instructions with your photo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here..in my entire uglehness..is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SYL5Cl_QW8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nNlnw1z5Z6s/s1600-h/sigh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SYL5Cl_QW8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nNlnw1z5Z6s/s320/sigh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297069934693604290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ripped your eyes out yet ? Cause I already have. I'm typing blind now as I place my eyeballs in ice for them to be reattached later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tag anyone. But anyone who likes to camwhore and reads this can feel free to use me as an excuse to post another picture of yourself up on your blog. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-4852292438744421894?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/4852292438744421894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=4852292438744421894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/4852292438744421894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/4852292438744421894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/01/anddd.html' title='Anddd'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SYL5Cl_QW8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nNlnw1z5Z6s/s72-c/sigh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-610346636339404397</id><published>2009-01-30T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:16:34.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jolted from sleep</title><content type='html'>This blog could've been happy y'know..I thought that no one had seen that tag. I could've let it lie..but oh well..I guess it's going to be another splurge of posts for a short period heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1Fill in the blanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a [ boy ]&lt;br /&gt;Because [I just looked in the mirror and confirmed it.)&lt;br /&gt;I should (start looking for a girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;Thank You [,Mr Mahatma Gandhi] , for your advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules &amp;amp; Regulations:&lt;br /&gt;-do not copy answers&lt;br /&gt;-the tag questions must be 100% the same&lt;br /&gt;-tag people after doing tag-no tagging back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag : (5 girls and 5 boys to make things more fair, but I don't know if they have blogs or have already been tagged. Anyone else who is still reading this should scroll down to continue with the post as they are just wasting their time still reading this meaningless sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Marcus&lt;br /&gt;*Yuen Cheng&lt;br /&gt;*Kit&lt;br /&gt;*Marie&lt;br /&gt;*Tat&lt;br /&gt;*Kit Yeng (Not the one with large eyebags)&lt;br /&gt;*Brian&lt;br /&gt;*Abigail&lt;br /&gt;*Win Loon&lt;br /&gt;*..Damn...who...meh.......Phoebe..right..phoebe then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.How do you know 1?&lt;br /&gt;Same secondary school. SBS. Sekolah babi senget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What would you do if you never met 2?&lt;br /&gt;Have more peace of mind. Less tension on the ears. Generally, I'd be more well off..Crap she saw this..NOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What would you do if 3 and 4 dated you?&lt;br /&gt;I already have a video of Kit saying those 3 words to me nyahaha. Marie's funny but I can't keep up with the lame ness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Would 5 and 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I wonder how I coincidentally managed to put Tat's and Kit Yeng's name at the fifth and sixth position, and how this question would be phrased as such XD. Yes. I do. Tat just needs to stop getting so jumpish when he's poked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you think 7 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;If you find being able to attract everybody's eyes when you enter a room attractive, then yes O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Do you know anything about 8's family?&lt;br /&gt;..Crap..No..-_-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Tell me something about 9&lt;br /&gt;He has hot sisters. Whom I have never really seen before. I'm just going by word of mouth here meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What language does 2 speak?&lt;br /&gt;2 speaks girllish. Which means boys usually can't understand her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Who is 3 goin out with?&lt;br /&gt;We all have no idea. We have a hunch. That is all. Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.How old is number 4?&lt;br /&gt;She's 19 this year. Come November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5?&lt;br /&gt;Older than me by 5 days. His birthday's the 22nd of June. 19 this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Who is 6 favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;.....Probably some boy band. Maybe Korean. If not, then it's Jay Chou. I don't know &gt;_&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.7?&lt;br /&gt;Bleh...I don't know his Favourite singer..but he listens to Michael Buble and Artic Monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Is 8 single?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I don't think she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What is 9 last name?&lt;br /&gt;His full name is Loke Win Loon. So I guess his last name is Loon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Would you consider being in a relationship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;*hurriedly tries to change Marcus' name with a girl's name but realizes it's too late* Sadly, 1 is already in a relationship. Besides, I'd hate to be together and then break up. We go to the same college. It'd be soo awkward.. And he's a guy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Which school does 2 go to?&lt;br /&gt;She goes to HELP because (she says) she needs help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.What do you like about 3?&lt;br /&gt;I like his PSP. Does that count ?   &lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-comment-link"&gt;&lt;a class="comment-link" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5886566656583605326&amp;amp;postID=1013111893961381999" onclick=""&gt;&lt;/a&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/34466708-610346636339404397?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/610346636339404397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=610346636339404397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/610346636339404397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/610346636339404397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/01/jolted-from-sleep.html' title='Jolted from sleep'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-8913999202920991729</id><published>2009-01-03T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:52:59.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ending..</title><content type='html'>Wow..the holidays went by so fast. I didn't do anything at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what always happens anyways XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see the New Year celebration fireworks on that flyover bridge headed to Bukit Bintang. It wasn't bad. Especially the reflections of the fireworks on the Berjaya Times Square Hotel. But there was a lot of smoke obstructing our view. Oh well. I enjoyed some Baskin Robbins all the while =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some arrogant dude asked my father to move his tripod further down a bit cause his lens was "wide". Blah. *&amp;amp;^%&amp;amp;(%. Anyways, Happy New Year XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-8913999202920991729?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/8913999202920991729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=8913999202920991729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8913999202920991729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8913999202920991729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-ending.html' title='It&apos;s ending..'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6999127716195375350</id><published>2008-12-15T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:44:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I had a nightmare this morning. It's been one of my worst O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I know that the girl I like is getting married . What's more, she's pregnant. (I know, my dreams..not good..) I don't know how it happens..but suddenly I'm driving her back to her house. I notice that she's pregnant. All the time, I'm feeling all choked up. I already know that in my dream,  I'm about 25 or something. You know..it's a dream..you know these sort of things O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she gets out of the car, she asks me if I can send her mother somewhere. Heck, why not ? So her mom gets on the car. About 10 minutes into the trip, I'm thinking a lot of things. Unable to resist the urge, I start a conversation with her mother. Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me:  "M'am, if you don't mind me asking , could you please tell me how your daughter got  to  know her fiancé ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom: Sure. Well...her fiancé lives nearby , for one thing. You know..since it's the holidays and she doesn't go anywhere much, they meet frequently."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me: "Ah....how long have they known each other ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mom:"Oh, about two to three years, I would say."&lt;br /&gt;Me:"Ahh.. Thanks for the information..I do-"&lt;br /&gt;Mom:"Oh yes. The main thing though, is that her fiancé is rich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At this point, I'm trembling. I mean..I'm a poor guy in the dream, that I know. But to know that I lost the woman I love to a guy..just because of my financial standing...Now that's a real punch to the specials..So I'm all quiet now. Pretty soon, I've dropped her mother off at her destination. I continue driving, and reach a forest. I get out of the car and start walking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm awake. My heart is beating so fast, and I keep thinking to myself, "Oh shit, she's getting married. What the hell do I do ?"...But after a few breaths..I calm down and think.."Wait, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is&lt;/span&gt; she getting married ? She isn't..Is she ?"..Then finally "Of course not, I just had a nightmare".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, because one of her friends told me that girls nowadays look for money first in a guy. I guess I let it get to me. Gawd, I'm a poor bugger even in my dreams. I blew it in real life too..was gonna go out as a group, but somehow the outing was called off.. *sighs*&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/34466708-6999127716195375350?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6999127716195375350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6999127716195375350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6999127716195375350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6999127716195375350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightmare.html' title='Nightmare'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1313398812227214841</id><published>2008-12-06T04:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T04:39:45.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Er heh..Oops.</title><content type='html'>I'm a consistent lazyarse. I'll give you that XD. It's 4.24 AM. But since posting something always takes a large amount of time, I expect to post this thing at around 5 am. Then..maybe..just maybe, I might go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing has happened much. I mean..what the heck is there to happen ? Malaysia could suddenly have snow..that's something I'd want to happen heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've rekindled my love for stories recently. I've always been interested in the D&amp;amp;D (Dungeons And Dragons) Universe. I got myself a Forgotten Realms universe storybook recently. The Icewind Dale trilogy. A good read. I plan to continue getting more. As soon as I get enough cash. I also bought The Hitch Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy. The full set. It's funny. But the ending leaves more to be desired. It's such a tragedy that the author has passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis is in Japan now. She got selected for the AFS program. Don't ask me what that stands for...I don't want to know. All I know is, I couldn't participate because of my age. For my age, if I wanted to participate, I'd have to have a good command of the Japanese language. And I just don't know any. Accept from what I can understand from animes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random fact. I finished an article on &lt;a href="http://www.zug.com/"&gt;Zug&lt;/a&gt; before I came back to finish this post. And I'm still out of ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..No wait crap. I finished another article before coming back...this might take some time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back to you soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-1313398812227214841?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1313398812227214841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1313398812227214841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1313398812227214841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1313398812227214841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/12/er-hehoops.html' title='Er heh..Oops.'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-730375423884492366</id><published>2008-11-08T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:19:13.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's exam time again</title><content type='html'>Man...I am a lazy person. I promised to update and I didn't. I'm so sowwie , pwoor bwoggie. *barf*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to basics. Muchos shitos has happened since the last post. I'm looking at the last post now as I type this and I am trying to reconstruct ,in my mind, what's happened since I last did something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well damn...it's been..more than  2 months O_o. I really do suck =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see now...I'll start off with matters concerning our (PSG's) time at KTAR first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big cockroach hasn't stuck to us for quite a long time now. In fact, there's a funny story about how we ran out of KTAR just to avoid him. No seriously, we ran for our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; !. We have also filmed him playing basketball. Yes, my friends...he has "leet" skills...ph33r him. XD. By the way, we're having our semester finals next week. Four days of extreme terror, and I'll be free again. (I always use that line....) This holiday, I _will_ get a job. I need some cash for myself. I just feel so bad every time I have to take my parent's money to go out and stuff . &gt;_&lt;. By the way, I still don't know any new female friends in KTAR, seriously. From what I've heard, we've been labeled as an arrogant bunch...But how ? We don't even talk much with the peeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting KTAR matters aside, I've been quite normal. (For my standards heh O_O). The highlights of the these 2 months ? Well..lemme see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a mountain trek with Marcus and Phoebe. More like a hill than a mountain, but yeah..we tired out quick. The elderly who frequently went up the hill plodded along at a steady pace. Yes..we are weak. Go ahead, laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian and Yee Jin had their birthday party together again like last year. Only this time, it was at Brian's house, as opposed to Yee Jin's last year. Vodka and Whiskey all around =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willie (A friend of Tat's..Brian's...and Marcus'..I call him  Wee Wee ) invited us for his birthday party at Telephone Restaurant recently. It was weird cause I don't know him that well..and the friends he bought didn't really join in the fun . But we all had a great time making up new kinds of food. We wanted to make Fryscream but we failed. However, we are now pro at handling chicken eggs and frying/boiling then. I'll post the pictures up when I can. (I'll break this promise too, I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently, Marie also had a birthday bash at her home. It ended a bit tragically as Marcus' Mercedes side window was smashed. We left the party, but proceeded to Pun San for water-blowing sessions. Left only at 3.30 am. I was damned tired then O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. That's all the stuff I can drain from my brain as of now. I will try to update again soon. (I hope I don't break this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-730375423884492366?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/730375423884492366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=730375423884492366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/730375423884492366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/730375423884492366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-exam-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s exam time again'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2527574460658120097</id><published>2008-09-04T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:24:02.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam over dah</title><content type='html'>They thought they could get at us by having another exam during the first semester. They FAELED!!! AHAHHAA. The exams are over. Mine ended on Wednesday. Final paper for Pure Maths. I forgot to do part of a question. But what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Mode On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, played  a lot of basketball today. We turned up for Physics lecture though. Kit and Fai were sitting to my left while Kok Liang was to my right. All 3 of them were sleeping at one time or the other O_O. After physics, we played a bit more basketball then left. The cockroach was wearing a godawful sports attire . Blecch O_o. Couldn't stand him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be going to Red Box Plus tomorrow. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, Cyas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent,&lt;br /&gt;(Your blogger who has a lack of ideas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2527574460658120097?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2527574460658120097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2527574460658120097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2527574460658120097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2527574460658120097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/09/exam-over-dah.html' title='Exam over dah'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-3409597082168378872</id><published>2008-09-01T23:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:51:27.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ish teh lazy..</title><content type='html'>I admit it. I'm just -- &lt; this close to giving up on the blog. Mainly because I'm too damn lazy to write anything in heh. It's not like I don't have any thing to write about, %(*%&amp;amp;(-loads has happened since the last post . I'm just too lazy to cram it all in into one post. So I tell myself, nevermind, I'll just update with stuff happening over the next few days. But then I get lazy again, and the days stretch to weeks, and the cycle repeats itself O_O. I _must_ defeat the system O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that keeps me from posting is the blog's template. It's been this same one (bar a one-time change which I then wrote off) since the birth of the blog. Everyday I log back in , I see the same green template with white snowflakes falling down. It's like...I'm looking through a window that shows me 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't start blogging until the end of my exams though. Which is Wednesday. Come Wednesday, I'll be a free boy or man (Depending on the amount of facial hair I have). And I can (hopefully) start posting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Kent (Your procrastinating blogger).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-3409597082168378872?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/3409597082168378872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=3409597082168378872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3409597082168378872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3409597082168378872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-ish-teh-lazy.html' title='I ish teh lazy..'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1550922286506525292</id><published>2008-07-08T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:28:26.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minor Update</title><content type='html'>I got this off Bash heh. XD All credits to the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, and F are the letters for bra sizes?&lt;br /&gt; If you've wondered why, but couldn't figure out what the letters stood for, it's about time you were informed!&lt;br /&gt; A- Almost boobs&lt;br /&gt; B- Barely there&lt;br /&gt; C- Can't complain!&lt;br /&gt;D- Damn!&lt;br /&gt; DD- Double damn!&lt;br /&gt;E- Enormous!&lt;br /&gt;F- Fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, I'm lazy to make up my own content. Sorry &gt;_&lt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise new thingeys after the exams. Which will be until the end of this week.&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/34466708-1550922286506525292?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1550922286506525292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1550922286506525292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1550922286506525292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1550922286506525292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/07/minor-update.html' title='Minor Update'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-8222335380677717677</id><published>2008-06-29T21:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:22:18.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm broke</title><content type='html'>Yeah..I went for revision classes yesterday. 9 to 1. Then I rushed to Times Square to go out with a primary school friend. Her birthday's on the 26th and mine is on the 27th. No movies as the nearest showtimes were in the evening. We just had lunch at Secret Recipe. Yay for Cordon Bleu. It's been a long time since I've seen her O_o. Hasn't changed much haha. Spent a lot of time talking. We went back at around 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I got back showered quickly, then went out again to celebrate another friend's birthday. This guy was from my old tuition place, a teacher's house. He also invited other tuition mates. It's been a long time since I saw them. He organized the party and "Telephone Restaurant"...yeah..I know the English translation is a bit funny O_O. I was talking the whole time with my tuition mates. Gawd I miss them heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back home at around 10. I finished bathing and prepare to use the computer for a bit. Then suddenly, Tat calls me out to Pun San. Curses ! Rushed out and Lo! only 3 people there. But yeah, including me, we were the original lurkers at Pun San post SPM. 3 of us because of ....uh.. problems...and Tat because he lived nearby XD. But I live nearby too. To further complicate matters, the problems live nearby too. OMGWTFBBQ huh ? Stayed till about 2, then we went back. I bathed again..used the computer a bit, then passed out on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College tomorrow...heh... She's studying there too. I see her occasionally sometimes. I just don't know what to say. I just turned away when I saw her the other day. I'm a rude coward heh... I have to let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-8222335380677717677?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/8222335380677717677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=8222335380677717677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8222335380677717677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8222335380677717677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-broke.html' title='I&apos;m broke'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-4828492175351633612</id><published>2008-06-27T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T21:04:43.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday ^^1</title><content type='html'>I turned 18 today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to do more stuff now...at least..legally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally click on that "I Agree" button without guilt. *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can get a real job now...if my parents will let me. Or Pun San does. Either way, it's kinda iffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an awesome family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is very understanding. She allows me to do a lot of stuff. Very open-minded too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father is cool. He's also more handsome and dashing than me. &gt;_&lt;. He invites us to drink liquor. Heck..he dresses more like what teenagers should dress like compared to what I wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister. She might be leaving for Japan soon. And I'll get pictures of Japanese chicks. w00t. I just wish she'd do the chores more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great bunch of friends. All of them funny. Most of them sporting. Some of them pretty. XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to quite a lot of places, I've seen a lot of stuff. I've set foot on the Great Wall of China. I touched the golden stones of Angkor Wat. I've been to the emerald cave. I climbed 1273 steps up a mountain to visit a temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for what I have. Other people are better off, some are not. But I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have you, but I have almost everything else. And for that, I thank the heavens. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 18 ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have forgotten, but I will never forget =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-4828492175351633612?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/4828492175351633612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=4828492175351633612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/4828492175351633612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/4828492175351633612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-1.html' title='Happy Birthday ^^1'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-8530854371296370681</id><published>2008-06-27T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:13:32.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday noobie @_@</title><content type='html'>erm yah, happy birthday bro.&lt;br /&gt;get thinner or well taller x) whichever possible&lt;br /&gt;hope the leng luis come find you themselves x)&lt;br /&gt;buy me more sour tape&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee&lt;br /&gt;          - Yenjo, your freakin sis who knows the password of course ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-8530854371296370681?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/8530854371296370681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=8530854371296370681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8530854371296370681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8530854371296370681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-noobie.html' title='Happy Birthday noobie @_@'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-8917386111517146418</id><published>2008-06-22T19:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:00:12.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies</title><content type='html'>Yeah...It's been another week. Time at KTAR crawls or flies, depending on the subject. It usually flies during lecture and we're talking. It loses to a snail when we don't talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, my class representative, has conned me into being his assistant. I don't have to do anything. I can't, because I don't have any tutorials, lecture notes or anything at all. Don't even have a calculator.... And no..no girlfriend either XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far..the classes are still....somewhat OK ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics is the best cause the teacher is a professional blower-of-water. He blows with style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm still young at heart...I can wait. The girls will come to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you beat that ? O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..too much happened so I can't post about it here. I'll leave you guys with a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SF4-kTUrS3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Q2Er41LKhos/s1600-h/21062008471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SF4-kTUrS3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Q2Er41LKhos/s320/21062008471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214674211924822898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the condiments found at KTAR. I won't say where it is found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughcoughwantanmeestallcoughcough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-8917386111517146418?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/8917386111517146418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=8917386111517146418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8917386111517146418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8917386111517146418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-flies.html' title='Time flies'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SF4-kTUrS3I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Q2Er41LKhos/s72-c/21062008471.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7298498798791802249</id><published>2008-06-15T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:50:11.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting of Pictars</title><content type='html'>Yeah..we took loads of pictures. Okay not loads, but quite a bit. I'm too lazy to upload them now....I'll just post one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SFP1HZQVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZxhhLdiULG8/s1600-h/IMG_4394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SFP1HZQVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZxhhLdiULG8/s320/IMG_4394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211778701185074130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you say. This is the epitome of beauty to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SFP2pGLiosI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3XPbLUbNFGw/s1600-h/IMG_4388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SFP2pGLiosI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3XPbLUbNFGw/s320/IMG_4388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211780379691885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied. This is it. Cause.....Ears O_O.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7298498798791802249?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7298498798791802249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7298498798791802249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7298498798791802249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7298498798791802249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/06/posting-of-pictars.html' title='Posting of Pictars'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SFP1HZQVQ9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZxhhLdiULG8/s72-c/IMG_4394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6261236949973231603</id><published>2008-06-15T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T00:38:54.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teh refifal !</title><content type='html'>*typo on purpose*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog is back up. Updates in a few. Won't say much now cause it's late. Back to studying. I'm in TARC. For more recent information, check punsan.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with the BC dudes today. Samuel, Dao Zhong, Shiuann, Ju Weent and I. Clare couldn't make it cause she had to help her dad. I rushed there after the replacement class. We watched Kung Fu Panda. There were a few funny bits. Then we took pictures after browsing around the whole place. Ju Ween and I went looking for ties cause we wanted to get something for Father's Day. I didn't get anything. The guys and I ran off to Memory Lane while she was choosing her tie to get her something. Cause Ju Ween is leaving Malaysia for Australia to further her studies in July. &gt;_&lt;. Malaysia will lose another pretty girl. *sighs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SFPz0EDu9wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nodj6D8rr04/s1600-h/IMG_4366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SFPz0EDu9wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nodj6D8rr04/s320/IMG_4366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211777269565945602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What choo lookin' at ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6261236949973231603?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6261236949973231603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6261236949973231603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6261236949973231603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6261236949973231603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/06/teh-refifal.html' title='Teh refifal !'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/SFPz0EDu9wI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nodj6D8rr04/s72-c/IMG_4366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1560037681998297061</id><published>2008-03-18T23:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:57:47.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving...on a jetplane..</title><content type='html'>Right. Will be going off for NS. I'm going to Sabah. Kem Wawasan, Papar. I'm supposed to be at Bukit Jalil at 8 am XD. Before I go, here are some pictures to laugh over while I'm gone =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_rQF9iAwI/AAAAAAAAADs/oBsE1oFiQp0/s1600-h/18032008320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_rQF9iAwI/AAAAAAAAADs/oBsE1oFiQp0/s320/18032008320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179116758210052866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may look like an idiot, but at least I'm a manly idiot =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_lcV9iAvI/AAAAAAAAADk/mF23rHZzhc8/s1600-h/17032008300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_lcV9iAvI/AAAAAAAAADk/mF23rHZzhc8/s320/17032008300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179110371593683698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having Baskin's XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_k6F9iAuI/AAAAAAAAADc/bBuA59BZzOg/s1600-h/17032008298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_k6F9iAuI/AAAAAAAAADc/bBuA59BZzOg/s320/17032008298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179109783183164130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loookit that O_O The patch can be used to heal your knee while you're out at night cuddling ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_itl9iAtI/AAAAAAAAADU/mf-AGM6CpB8/s1600-h/06032008286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_itl9iAtI/AAAAAAAAADU/mf-AGM6CpB8/s320/06032008286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179107369411543762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually sitting on top of a whale. That's why there's more foam behind me as it goes back into the water. Seriously. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_h3F9iArI/AAAAAAAAADE/N8utfhjocGM/s1600-h/06032008276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_h3F9iArI/AAAAAAAAADE/N8utfhjocGM/s320/06032008276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179106433108673202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHRRR!!! Pun san Forever!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-1560037681998297061?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1560037681998297061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1560037681998297061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1560037681998297061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1560037681998297061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/03/leavingon-jetplane.html' title='Leaving...on a jetplane..'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R9_rQF9iAwI/AAAAAAAAADs/oBsE1oFiQp0/s72-c/18032008320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7923925060192550004</id><published>2008-03-06T08:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T08:01:32.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another trip ?</title><content type='html'>Yeah. We're off to another waterfall today. Hope I don't fall off , eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyas when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing salt and popping every leech I see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7923925060192550004?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7923925060192550004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7923925060192550004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7923925060192550004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7923925060192550004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-trip.html' title='Another trip ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-66693409655267640</id><published>2008-03-03T22:29:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T05:03:15.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do when you're single on a Saturday ?</title><content type='html'>It was a Saturday. The day before, we had discussed about going to the Hulu Langat look out point. Mun Fai and Marcus had heard of it. But only I had passed by it before. It was on the way to my driving centre. Those 2 enrolled at different places, so they didn't pass it on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set off in the morning. Usually my driving instructor take me there by way of the highway next to Safari *shivers*. But the others didn't know the way from there, so we took another route. I couldn't show them the way because the last time the instructor took me there, I kept on looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we finally reached the place. It's not bad. We parked at the base of the place, thinking we couldn't drive up . We found out that we could after walking to where the restaurants were. Some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wP4fkTFsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eC0z-KZxLvs/s1600-h/01032008243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wP4fkTFsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eC0z-KZxLvs/s320/01032008243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173527535162693314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the lookout point. It's a 4 storey wooden structure. PGRM is to the left. Not really sure if you can see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to the lookout point, we decided to go to a park Marcus had heard of. Along the way, we passed by this lake. It's very beautiful. I've passed by it before. Too bad we couldn't get down to have a better look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wSrvkTFtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bF1C1NIiwqw/s1600-h/01032008245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wSrvkTFtI/AAAAAAAAAA8/bF1C1NIiwqw/s320/01032008245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173530614654244562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never got to that park, because along the way, we saw a signboard for a waterfall. Gabai waterfall I think. We passed by the junction to Gabai earlier, but we didn't really believe that that junction was it, because an old guy with a weird look was looking at our car and pointing towards the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, we had to look around for petrol first before doing anything. After driving for a bit, we still couldn't find any petrol stations. So we stopped by a police station to ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wTSfkTFuI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vj3Gja8qFmE/s1600-h/01032008246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wTSfkTFuI/AAAAAAAAABE/Vj3Gja8qFmE/s320/01032008246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173531280374175458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school is located just opposite the police station we went to. 1956 O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding the petrol station and getting ourselves some snacks, we headed for the waterfall. Turns out the creepy dude was right, that was the road to the waterfall. The dude himself was nowhere to be seen. *Cue X-Files theme*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We parked our car and got the snacks. After we got down, we immediately went to the toilet. It's 50 sen per person O_O. 50 sen! That toilet in Bukit Bintang is only 20 sen and it has an air-con unit. This prompted us to ask, "Why not relieve ourselves in the river?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the base of the waterfall, aside from the toilet, there was also a karaoke machine. Rm 2.00 per song. Many Malay people were there belting out tunes. Horrible tunes. In fact, we never saw another chinese person there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wVAvkTFvI/AAAAAAAAABM/RwxxvFSDM30/s1600-h/01032008248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wVAvkTFvI/AAAAAAAAABM/RwxxvFSDM30/s320/01032008248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173533174454753010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the foot of the waterfall. There are stone stairs leading up to the next level just to the left, off screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wVjfkTFwI/AAAAAAAAABU/GYhctkTytC4/s1600-h/01032008250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wVjfkTFwI/AAAAAAAAABU/GYhctkTytC4/s320/01032008250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173533771455207170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second level. There was a lot of mist. Everytime I exhaled, my glasses would cloud in 3 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wWC_kTFxI/AAAAAAAAABc/KzKKib8JAN8/s1600-h/01032008251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wWC_kTFxI/AAAAAAAAABc/KzKKib8JAN8/s320/01032008251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173534312621086482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same level. I was standing on a rock looking directly at it. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wWW_kTFyI/AAAAAAAAABk/fGGcRKWBeGA/s1600-h/01032008252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wWW_kTFyI/AAAAAAAAABk/fGGcRKWBeGA/s320/01032008252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173534656218470178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a fruit from a tree in the same level. That's not water hanging off the fruit. None of us dared to touch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wWp_kTFzI/AAAAAAAAABs/Mla8sZ1AecI/s1600-h/01032008253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wWp_kTFzI/AAAAAAAAABs/Mla8sZ1AecI/s320/01032008253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173534982635984690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun Fai and Marcus taking a breather before we continued up the steps. Yes, Marcus stole that Lat Kampung Boy card thingey. Okay, he didn't steal it. He picked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wXAPkTF0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/naePD7wA9os/s1600-h/01032008254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wXAPkTF0I/AAAAAAAAAB0/naePD7wA9os/s320/01032008254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173535364888074050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Marcus. He gets to be in both of the pictures only because he's the one driving XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wX4vkTF1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ObK1atOUi38/s1600-h/01032008255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wX4vkTF1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/ObK1atOUi38/s320/01032008255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173536335550682962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stone steps ended at this level. That's a mud stair leading to the other levels. Marcus and Mun Fai didn't want to go up any further, so I went myself. I love doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wYUvkTF3I/AAAAAAAAACM/PN4AJcGrw88/s1600-h/01032008257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wYUvkTF3I/AAAAAAAAACM/PN4AJcGrw88/s320/01032008257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173536816587020146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first level from where the guys stopped. In the upper left corner is the mud stairs from where I climbed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wY2fkTF4I/AAAAAAAAACU/GL6nHkc4eT4/s1600-h/01032008259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wY2fkTF4I/AAAAAAAAACU/GL6nHkc4eT4/s320/01032008259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173537396407605122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third level from where they stopped. Rapids. And all the stones were so slippery O_o. I was afraid of falling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, to get across to some rocks, I had to take off my shoes and walk across. I was afraid of leeches getting me though O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wZYfkTF5I/AAAAAAAAACc/N6AYeaMbnmA/s1600-h/01032008261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wZYfkTF5I/AAAAAAAAACc/N6AYeaMbnmA/s320/01032008261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173537980523157394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the highest level I went to before I turned back. There was nobody here, so I was afraid that if I went on and got injured, I couldn't get any help. In short, I was scared XD. Next time we go, I'm dragging their arses with me. I wanna go all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wZwvkTF6I/AAAAAAAAACk/48iosR62kqQ/s1600-h/01032008264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wZwvkTF6I/AAAAAAAAACk/48iosR62kqQ/s320/01032008264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173538397134985122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. COWARDS !!! AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at the base, those 2 were walking around barefoot. I took off my shoes and joined them. That's when I fell into the water. Imagine O_O. I climbed all the way up and back down, and I didn't slip. At the base, I fell. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on a rock in the middle of the river when I looked at my leg. Alas, a damned leech had got me =(. I quickly flicked it off. But the bugger had done it's job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8waG_kTF7I/AAAAAAAAACs/_mdGl1K9vTQ/s1600-h/01032008266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8waG_kTF7I/AAAAAAAAACs/_mdGl1K9vTQ/s320/01032008266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173538779387074482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wav_kTF8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/3fCvIp1HlZU/s1600-h/01032008268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wav_kTF8I/AAAAAAAAAC0/3fCvIp1HlZU/s320/01032008268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173539483761711042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funnier ? I flicked it onto Marcus' pants. It stayed there sucking at the pants. Once I had taken this picture, Marcus tried to use a leaf to take it off. The sly bugger wouldn't budge. But when his hand was near, it immediately attached itself to his hand. We all laughed. Well me and Mun Fai did, Marcus joined in after he got the bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After , we left the place. We promised to come back again. With girls. =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was packed. They sent me home first. I took a bath and dressed up, cause we were gonna go to SMK Connaught. Their Chinese society had a performance or something. They told me to bring the camera so I did. There were a few problems though when we reached. Dress codes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All pants had to extend beyond the knees. So I was out. Also, no slippers. So 3 of us were out. Marcus, Siong Tat and Brian. And the prices was 15, not 10 like what Soon Keong told us, so we decided to leave. Mun Fai got a surprise. A bad surprise anyways. We parked a about 50 metres up to discuss whether to say. And then, _THIS_ happened!! = O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wcefkTF9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/C2wFgV23T_g/s1600-h/01032008269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wcefkTF9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/C2wFgV23T_g/s320/01032008269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173541382137255890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left, we see Soon Keong's Chevrolet. On the right, we see Marcus lying down. Therefore, we can conclude that Soon Keong knocked Marcus down O_O. *Disclaimer = No one named Marcus was hurt in the taking of this picture. And if he was, it's his own damned fault =P*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we still didn't go to Connaught. We went to P. Road for dinner. The luk mei there has been degraded =(. Anyways, that's all for now O_o. If I didn't do it in one shot, I wouldn't finish it at all. If the loading of this post slowed your comp a bit, I apologize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-66693409655267640?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/66693409655267640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=66693409655267640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/66693409655267640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/66693409655267640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-to-do-when-youre-single-on.html' title='What to do when you&apos;re single on a Saturday ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R8wP4fkTFsI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eC0z-KZxLvs/s72-c/01032008243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6342387087570466783</id><published>2008-03-02T03:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T05:03:35.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm a dumb basturd. I know how much it'll hurt me but still I go on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Every single time I think about you, I feel helpless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Whenever I get wind that you're going out with someone, I feel jealous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I really envy whoever that gets to be close to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I really wonder why I'm still so stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why do I die a little when you don't reply to my smses ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When I try to talk to you...I don't know what to say. I'd like to tell you so much..to open up to you.. but I can't get through to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm extending my hand all the way...But you won't even look at it..much less grasp it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Why do I have hope ? That's the dumbest thing. I know the answer already, so why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You already told me to give up...so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHY ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sometimes....When I'm outside..I get the feeling that I'll see you just around the corner .. and I keep on going and going..waiting for the stupidity of it sink in..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm tired....I don't want to take it anymore. But how do I stop ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When I'm not thinking of you, it's still tolerable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When I do think of you, the pain is unbearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Everything comes back to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How lucky I feel when I get to walk you to your car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;How my heart flutters when I bump into you sometimes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Whenever we went out as a group, I felt like I had struck the lottery when I got to walk with you to the LRT Station..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;To be able to treat you to a meal or drink is my pleasure, entirely...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can feel my heart beat so strongly when you're standing close to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The day we went roller skating was one of my happiest. I didn't even care if my feet were injured... All I knew was that as long as I could walk with you..beside you.. pain was nothing... and you asked me if I wanted to take a taxi home...Pah..O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I ran in the rain to buy you stuff... I don't mind getting a fever. Your smile can cheer me up anytime..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;That necklace I sent that year meant something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday card I sent the year after meant so much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3 words would make me the luckiest, happiest person on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;But tear drops fall.... because I know that I'll never get to hear you say  those 3 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6342387087570466783?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6342387087570466783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6342387087570466783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6342387087570466783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6342387087570466783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahhhhh.html' title='Ahhhhh....'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1261923906670652852</id><published>2008-03-01T01:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:34:03.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:新細明體;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;女人認為男人越愛得久就越沒有情趣。&lt;br /&gt;這個現象的成因可分為兩個層面:&lt;br /&gt;女人的層面和男人的層面。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:新細明體;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;從女人的層面去看, 男人在戀愛穩定後會變得很懶惰。&lt;br /&gt;在追求時期出現過的驚喜及創意, 沒有了。&lt;br /&gt;在熱戀階段出現過的細緻和心力, 沒有了。&lt;br /&gt;他們再不會時時陪妳逛街, 也甚少再與妳通一個很長很長的電話。&lt;br /&gt;男人越戀越歸於平淡。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:新細明體;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;到最後, 女人便會發現大部份的男人只愛躲在家裡休息, 就連出外吃頓飯也懶得去想。&lt;br /&gt;女人覺得男人會在愛情得到手後事事變得沒有要求, 沒有所謂。&lt;br /&gt;其實, 這也是事實。&lt;br /&gt;女人則剛好相反。&lt;br /&gt;從男人的層面去看, 女人愛得越久就越多要求。&lt;br /&gt;在接受追求的階段, 只要女人對那個男人受落, 便不惜紆尊降貴, 就算去茶餐廳飲杯檸檬茶也會覺得浪漫。&lt;br /&gt;女人在戀愛的初期是最容易哄, 而且要求很低, 忍耐力極強, 性格十分大方。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:新細明體;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;可惜, 女人愛把期望提高, 若男人要長期達標, 就必定要擁有萬二分的能耐。&lt;br /&gt;到最後, 男人認為大部份的女人都是諸多要求, 愛發脾氣。&lt;br /&gt;兩個人, 一個得寸進尺, 一個退而求其次, 結果大家愛到兩頭不到岸, 最後就只剩下一個"悶"字和一個"煩"字。&lt;br /&gt;女人眼中的絕世好男友, 就是心細如塵, 懂得在適當的時候作出適當關懷的男人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:新細明體;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;不是偏幫男人, 我認為可以做到以上這一點的確很難。&lt;br /&gt;這是因為女人在不自覺地改變期望的同時, 往往不願給予對方一個清晰的指引。&lt;br /&gt;女人 認為男人是有義務去預計自己的改變。&lt;br /&gt;說到這裡, 我們會發現兩人要保持生活長久的精彩, 男女雙方都有責任。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:新細明體;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;女人除了要接受男人是懶惰的動物外, 亦不要誤解男人變悶的原因。&lt;br /&gt;悶, 等於失去創意, 但並不等於把喜歡妳的程度降溫。&lt;br /&gt;就是因為喜歡妳, 才會把妳視作家人, 才會把習慣成了自然。&lt;br /&gt;如果男人是一個喜歡多采多姿, 日日懂得製造浪漫的人, 女人反而要提高警覺。&lt;br /&gt;另一方面, 男人也要繼續發揮工作上的上進精神, 戒掉惰性, 把自己的才華和細心保持, 令你喜歡的人天天幸福。&lt;br /&gt;要維持戀愛, 向來就是不簡單。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine directed me to this article on a chinese forum. A lot of us (boys) agree with it. I'ma try and translate it to English. Forgive my poor translating skills. To cover the bases, the article is posted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www2.uwants.com/viewpro.php?uid=737162" target="_blank" class="bold"&gt;poemny from uwants.com &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls think that the longer the boy is in love, the less emotion there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation can be split into 2 point of views.&lt;br /&gt;The girls POV and the guy's POV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the girl's POV, after the relationship settles and is stable, the boy will become lazy.&lt;br /&gt;The surprises and the creativity during the courtship is gone.&lt;br /&gt;During the first few stages of being in the relatioship, the passion and emotions, are gone too.&lt;br /&gt;The boys won't go out  with them, and won't spend hours on the phone with you as often.&lt;br /&gt;It get's more plain and dull the longer the relationship is.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the girl will find that a large number of the boys only want to hide at home and rest. Even going out for a meal is a chore to them.&lt;br /&gt;The girls think that after the boys finally get into the relationship, there are no requirements anymore, no obligations.&lt;br /&gt;This, is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;From the boy's POV, the longer the girl is in love/in a relationship, the more demanding she gets.&lt;br /&gt;Ruring the courtship phase, when the girl is depressed or neglected, Even going out for a drink will be very romantic.&lt;br /&gt;When the girl is in the initial stage of a relationship, her demands are low, she's very tolerant and open.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, girls have high expectations. If the guy wants a long term relationship, he must learn to be very, VERY tolerant and patient.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, boys think that most girls have loads of demands and make a fuss/ get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Persons, 1 wants more than he can get, the other backs off easily. In the end, the relationship is stuck in the middle, going nowhere, left with only boredom and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;In the eys of a girl, the perfect guy is one who is very, very attentive, sensitive, and knows the suitable time to show her care and affection.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is very difficult for a man who isn't leaning to one side to do the above things.&lt;br /&gt;This is because when a girl unconsciously changes her expectation, at the same time, she does not give a sufficiently clear indication to the dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls think boys should already have the initiative to change themselves for the better.&lt;br /&gt;In other words, girls think that boys should know what to do before the girl even hints at it.&lt;br /&gt;Until here, we will realize that to ensure that life still sparkles/ is interesting, both the girl and dude have responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Besides accepting that men are lazy, women also shouldn't misunderstand the reasons why men are seemingly bored with love.&lt;br /&gt;Being bored means to lose a bit of creativity, but it does not equate to the boy lessing his love for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;It's because the dude likes the girl, that he thinks of her as family, and the the normal habits come out naturally.&lt;br /&gt;(You know..like how we treat our own family..we love them...but we don't show it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the guy is instead someone who wants everyday to be  fun, upbeat and romantic, then the girl should be wary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the man should know how to improve himself, get rid of lazyness, maintain his talent and sensitivity, and make the person you love feel grateful and happy every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To maintain a relationship/ a love, is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to love is never straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-1261923906670652852?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1261923906670652852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1261923906670652852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1261923906670652852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1261923906670652852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/03/friend-of-mine-directed-me-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7020021495071441087</id><published>2008-02-24T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T00:45:15.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*shafts life in teh beehind*</title><content type='html'>Life is unfair. I know it isn't, but sometimes, I just feel like repeating myself. Sue me. You can't , can you ? Mwahahaha. Yes, I am that frustrated at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recaps then..I've recovered from the diarrhoea  ordeal. May the cheese of Pizza Hut be cursed for 7 weeks. I was still a bit nauseous the days after .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that Saturday, we took Soya out to visit Andrew and Jaclyn. They have 2 dogs. One's a Labrador Retriever, a male called Ralph. The others a female Rottweiler, Roxy. Both dwarfed Soya O_o. And Ralph was constantly trying to hump Soya. Soya was smart enough to keep lying down though. But I think I'd have a hard time keeping Ralph away. He's big and tough O_o. Roxy's a sweet girl. She lies down whenever you start petting her. And when you ask for her hand, she shoots it almost straight out like she wants to punch you. Very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went to visit my aunties. Dad's eldest sister was the first stop. We sat and chatted for a bit. My cousin brother is now thinner than before but still as naughty. He must have been watching a lot of wrestling because he kept on trying to choke me. I saw Flimsy. She's my uncle's dog. I have no idea how old she is but in dog years, she is at least, AT THE LEAST! 12 years old. I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip to present days. I've asked a forumer from lowyat to quote me a price for some new RAM but he still hasn't replied me yet as to when we can make a deal. I've been meaning to put some money into my prepaid debit card but I haven't had the time and the money heh. An advertising company has emailed me saying they wish to post an advertisement on my blog. I'm honoured, to be sure, but I wonder why they would even consider my blog O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see now...Aye. My sister went to the Jay Chou concert yesterday. She was in the first row VIP seating. She's in a fan club. The official fan club methinks. But she told me Ol' Jay forgot where the fan clubs were seating so he was talking to the wrong fan club on stage. Or summat like that. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a photoshoot with the guys today at KLCC. I'm a n00b with cameras. Jun, Ji Jian, Marcus , Kit and Alex are pros though. I just tagged along and shot pictures. Then we were supposed to go to SEGI college for it's open day. We wanted to go for lunch before going to the college. Lunch at Petaling Street was what we agreed on. Sadly, we spent at least an hour trying to get to Petaling Street. To summarize what the others in the car said, we were in the outskirts. Petaling Street was in the middle, but we just couldn't get there O_O. It was so damned frustrating. When we finally got there, it was generally decided that we wouldn't reach SEGI. After lunch, we walked around Petaling Street. Walking past one of the DVD sellers, we saw pron for sale. After walking past the stall, he shouts "OY! NGOI HAM TAI MOU ?" &gt; OY! DO YOU WANT PRON!?". Yeah, he yelled that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After wandering around for a bit, we all went to Kaki Corner for some drinks. Then we all went back home. I'm tired from typing this post..because my head is so clouded heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, fellows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice, there's a new banner at the bottom of the links to the right. I know the green thingey behind isn't pretty but I'm looking at fixing it soon. Anyways, it's a link to a forum. Click on it if you like and register and start firing the forum up, eh ? =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7020021495071441087?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7020021495071441087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7020021495071441087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7020021495071441087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7020021495071441087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/02/shafts-life-in-teh-beehind.html' title='*shafts life in teh beehind*'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5518922151724597873</id><published>2008-02-15T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:22:57.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poisoning O_O</title><content type='html'>I ish sick. I had plans the whole day yesterday, with no single girls *eh ? xD* Sadly..I couldn't go outside at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started on the 13th. I had lunch with the guys. 2 roti kosong . Then we all got on Marcus' car to search for books. I didn't have anything else to eat until 10 pm. I got back home and after bathing, my sister suggested that we order Pizza Hut, since it's been such a long time. By the way, Pizza Hut's online registration sucks, big time. We ordered that everyday value thingey, 2 large 'uns for Rm 36. 2 Hawaiian Chicken please. I had my period when it came. I have no idea why but I was feeling pissed O_o. Anyways, I had 3 slices and then I decided to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that dreaded choked feeling was upon me in 15 minutes. I tried to hold it down, but in the end, I still vomited. I ended up also passing no waste, only water &gt;_&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, I thought heck, I should at least skip the morning Karaoke session with some school friends.  Then when Tat called for lunch, I asked Marcus to see if he would go. Since he would, I asked him to drop by first as I didn't feel like walking. He drove us to the Mamak. Then, he dropped me off at the clinic. I vomited there again. I guess my teh halia had too many bubbles. Doc said I had food poisoning, most likely from Pizza Hut O_O. He said that there were many cases of diarrhea  recently. He gave me some tablets and said I'd be fine by 5. The liar XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back home, took me tablets and watched Mark finish his card thingey.  After he finished, I went with him to send the card. After he left, I went back to sleep. At about 6.30 I vomited again, ugh. Then I slept the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today feeling a wee bit better. Liquids I drink aren't stuck anymore. I don't get that choked feeling unless I breathe in some pungent smell. I hope I get better O_o. Still haven't went to the loo for some serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for reading this slightly disgusting , insight to my daily life. Thailand stuff coming soon =P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5518922151724597873?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5518922151724597873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5518922151724597873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5518922151724597873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5518922151724597873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/02/food-poisoning-oo.html' title='Food Poisoning O_O'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5771835101478847622</id><published>2008-02-13T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T00:07:18.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Many Ears XD</title><content type='html'>Back from Thailand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept a semi-journal on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect it to be uploaded soon. Most probably after D's Day. I mean..V's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massacre, eh ? XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5771835101478847622?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5771835101478847622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5771835101478847622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5771835101478847622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5771835101478847622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-many-ears-xd.html' title='So Many Ears XD'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-9038278193990951930</id><published>2008-01-31T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:17:17.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Thailand</title><content type='html'>Yeah..another Thailand trip. "Why do you go to Thailand so often ?", I'm asked. Why ? Simple. The girls there are hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, did I just say that ? I mean uh...the stuff there is sooo cheap. Orange Box, eh ? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been getting enough sleep lately...and I'm kinda sick. Phlegm ...*sighs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I came back from Thailand, I got some serious wounds O_O. Let's hope nothing of the like happens this time heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyas all then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-9038278193990951930?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/9038278193990951930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=9038278193990951930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/9038278193990951930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/9038278193990951930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/off-to-thailand.html' title='Off to Thailand'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6250207339110834109</id><published>2008-01-26T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T01:13:39.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yarr!</title><content type='html'>Aight. I didn't post Jacky's pictures. Cause I want to keep them all for myself nyahaha. (Or, my camera phone, while good for taking candid shots of pretty girls in shopping complexes and the like, couldn't zoom in enough to get a clear picture of the God Of Song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened the whole week. Just went out and had lunch with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something did happen on yesterday. The guys hadn't said anything about breakfast or lunch together so I slept soundly without having to worry about waking up to meet them. I'm in the middle of a dream ( I forgot what it was about) and suddenly my father opens my room's door. He scolds me for always putting my phone on silent and not answering the phone. He then tells me to bathe and follow him out. I'm still lying on the bed and wondering what happened. I thought that something bad had happened. I check my hand phone and it's only 11.30 am. (I know it's late but I slept late too, besides, it's not the latest that I've slept till.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly bathe and dress myself. I get on the car. Based on what my father is talking about on the phone, we were going to the house of my father's friend. My father picked up another friend first and we set off. Once we reached, I realized that we were there to help him move his furniture. From the living room, to the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had 2 sets of furniture. 1 was a kitchen table, with 3 parts. The lower drawer parts comprised of 2. The flat top was the last part. The lower drawer parts were easy to move. The flat top was kind of hard as all the furniture were made of wood. Dense, heavy wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the first set of furniture, could not prepare for the pain of the second. The second set was a simple dinner table. The stands and the flat top. The problem ? This flat top was 9 (NINE) feet long. The owner of the house was a person of average build. My father's fit (And also more handsome than me, based on what my friends say &gt;_&lt;). The friend we picked up was taller and stronger. (This is because he works in an antique furniture shop and he has to move the furniture around with his workers.) Me, I'm not _that_  fit, but I have some strength in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us combined could not move the flat top for a distance of a feet. it was _that_ heavy. We heaved and lifted, and still we could not endure for long. Finally we decided to just put the cardboard wrapping on the floor and push the table top on it. Even then, it was hard work. After finally setting the table up, we went for lunch (breakfast in my case.) We had Bak Kut Teh. Good Bak Kut Teh. But everything is good once you've had a workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Brian, Marcus and me went to the night market in Pandan Indah. We ordered some tid bits to take away and had dinner at a Pan Mee stall. Not bad actually. Then we walked around and looked at girls =P. And we (read = I) saw a particularly attractive girl. She was awesome O_O. Right then, time to go. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6250207339110834109?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6250207339110834109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6250207339110834109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6250207339110834109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6250207339110834109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/yarr.html' title='Yarr!'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5775516152253696787</id><published>2008-01-21T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T02:18:15.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacky Cheung O_O</title><content type='html'>I just got back from his concert in the Arena Of Stars in Genting Highlands. He says that this (the 99th) concert will be his last one overseas (For a while). Thank god I came O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 46 now. And he still looks good. And he sounds great. Though he did say himself that his voice today wasn't so good because he was a bit sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with a female friend of mine. Our seats weren't bad. We were on the middle-right of the arena. Not many pretty girls to see though heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Heavenly King started off with some fast-paced songs. I betted with my friend as to how many clothes changes he would make. She said 10 and I said 7. In the end, he only changed 5 times O_O. I can't stay awake much longer, so I'll go into detail next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky Cheung, I love you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5775516152253696787?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5775516152253696787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5775516152253696787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5775516152253696787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5775516152253696787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/jacky-cheung-oo.html' title='Jacky Cheung O_O'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5573242363717330038</id><published>2008-01-14T13:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T14:04:59.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the fug do I have to put a title, eh ?</title><content type='html'>Anyways...most of my friends are saving up to go see Jay Chou..even my sister is going..but I'm going to Jacky Cheung's concert =) At the least, his eyes are bigger XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys (Alex, Siong tat and Marcus) came over last night. We all just sat in Marcus' pickup and chatted for a bit. But then Alex got into a bit of hot water and we had to send him home first. Then Marcus asked if we should "turn right". I said that we should "turn right". And therefore, we "turned right. Heh. That was the stupidest thing to do, damnit. I couldn't sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have some chores to do ..so cyas laters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5573242363717330038?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5573242363717330038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5573242363717330038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5573242363717330038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5573242363717330038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-fug-do-i-have-to-put-title-eh.html' title='Why the fug do I have to put a title, eh ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-694088045004779074</id><published>2008-01-10T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:11:24.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so cold...</title><content type='html'>In the morning anyways. My air conditioning unit goes into super-cooling mode during the night. In the morning, you're so cold you don't even feel it. I'm serious. I had only my head exposed. I had blanket covering every part of me below my neck. I didn't feel a thing. I touched my nose and it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cold O_O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I dreamed about her again. This shouldn't be happening you know. At least this one was a nice dream, not like the last one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Oogh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much about it now. But I do remember that we were in a car. I think we were going on about who was going to drive it. Then we were both suddenly in the back seat. The thing I remember most, is that &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I held her hands for a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;. It used to be wishful thinking. Now, it's impossible (and stupid) thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Anyways, me and the guys are trying to plan a vacation to Pulau Redang. Still searching for a place to stay though. Might go down to Bukit Bintang tomorrow to visit a hotel's city office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R4YjoUKAQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-2lTlLVui_4/s1600-h/08012008039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R4YjoUKAQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-2lTlLVui_4/s320/08012008039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153845999084520402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this about 3 days ago. Marc and Siong Tat took some pics of it too. Not fully blossomed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R4Yjy0KAQ-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ALyW-v6QU4E/s1600-h/09012008043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R4Yjy0KAQ-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ALyW-v6QU4E/s400/09012008043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153846179473146850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this yesterday. Before it rained. I forgot to set my phone correctly so it's not that clear. It's beautiful, isn't it ? Just like...*sighs* heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petals to that flower fell this morning. After the rain yesterday, the petals at the top had been pushed down by the rain. A unique sight, but I forgot to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never fear though, there is another bud currently growing in the garden. Hope that one is more beautiful =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-694088045004779074?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/694088045004779074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=694088045004779074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/694088045004779074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/694088045004779074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-so-cold.html' title='It&apos;s so cold...'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R4YjoUKAQ9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/-2lTlLVui_4/s72-c/08012008039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6907212274845991868</id><published>2008-01-07T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:23:42.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is now, officially, with her aid (albeit online) officially over and done with.</title><content type='html'>She's finally told me to give up. Though I had to ask her to do this for me, she's still the one who said it, so I can finally give up. It would have had greater effect if she had told me in a more formal way. "Jus giv up". Anyways, I can finally move on I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was still in secondary school, not too long ago (mwahaha) some of my female friends sometimes sported new hairstyles after the holidays. When I asked them why the change, some usually answered that they had experienced emotional hurt and needed a new change. I never knew why. But I know now heh. I got my hair trimmed today and I'm also cleanly shaved. And it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R4JDH0KAQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/g_jdiRcu_N4/s1600-h/07012008034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R4JDH0KAQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/g_jdiRcu_N4/s400/07012008034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152754725204018114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what day of observation it is anymore heh. I've just got rejected and I'm posting pictures of a flower soon to blossom. I must not be thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm free now I guess. Time to start forgetting and putting stuff behind me. My mind is still filled with so many 'ifs' but at least I can give up now. And there's this mighty good looking bottle of liquor nearby. Nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6907212274845991868?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6907212274845991868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6907212274845991868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6907212274845991868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6907212274845991868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-now-officially-with-her-aid.html' title='It is now, officially, with her aid (albeit online) officially over and done with.'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R4JDH0KAQ8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/g_jdiRcu_N4/s72-c/07012008034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-3808824390570159485</id><published>2008-01-07T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:08:43.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've developed eyebags.</title><content type='html'>I didn't have eyebags before. Well, not distinct eyebags. But now I do. I passed out at about 4.30 this morning. This is not good. Constant gaming and walking around are still not tiring me enough to make me fall asleep. I will need more drastic measures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-3808824390570159485?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/3808824390570159485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=3808824390570159485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3808824390570159485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3808824390570159485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/ive-developed-eyebags.html' title='I&apos;ve developed eyebags.'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7943641115775382324</id><published>2008-01-06T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T17:38:54.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a dream..</title><content type='html'>And mind you, it's one of the most stupid dreams you've heard of. And Here's how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school. I know that because I'm wearing my uniform. Except school is humoungous. Very huge. And it's in the style of a castle or something. Because I remember I climb stone steps to get to my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's recess I guess, because I'm wondering around school. Then suddenly, a group of my friends are standing in front of me. One of them says "Kent, yao guai lou kau gan &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gniy uhs&lt;/span&gt; (Spelling order changed so that I won't get too depressed)" Translation = *Kent, someone's courting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gniy uhs&lt;/span&gt;*. So I drop whatever I'm doing and I run to the field. Cause my dream told me she was most probably there. Funny thing is, all my friends run to the field too. But they run so fast O_O. It's like they had rockets strapped to their backs. I was running down the stairs when they had already reached the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the stairs the most. I have no idea why. It's just stuck in my head. Most likely because when I was running down it, I was thinking to myself "This is a romantic place." Weird huh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when I get to the field, all my friends are already there are discussing. They're all hiding standing behind a big tree on one side of the field. I get there and I see her on the opposite end of the field. Very far away. And there's a tall western fellow standing next to her. I don't really remember the expression on her face, but I kinda think that she was a bit neutral and confused. I think. I face my friends and go ," What should I do ?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn back to look at her and the western dude is gone. She's at the same place, but now she's sitting on a bench. And her mother is sitting next to her. All of a sudden , I say "DAMN IT! That western dude is going to marry gniy uhs !! What the Hell do I do now ?!?!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I run towards her. Halfway through the field. I suddenly wake up. I had that dream 2 days ago. And I'm so stupid for having it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7943641115775382324?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7943641115775382324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7943641115775382324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7943641115775382324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7943641115775382324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-had-dream.html' title='I had a dream..'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7934294654158890201</id><published>2008-01-05T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:32:54.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a few days, I will be a free man.</title><content type='html'>That is, as soon as she reads my off line messages and kindly does what I requested. "I'm sorry" doesn't cut it. I'm sorry (take that), if you think I'm being rude. But seriously, it took me almost 2 years to gather up the courage to tell you that I like you. Just saying "I'm sorry" is like...like...I cannot begin to describe the frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am now requesting a formal rejection. I don't want any reasons or anything. (I already know how bad I am as a potential boyfriend) I want a firm "No, please give up". Nothing else. You'll be doing me a great favour. I don't want to have any hope anymore. Crush me if you please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so pissed at this moment? It's because I saw you online earlier. And I didn't want to talk to you yet because my family was nearby. I was typing up the things I wanted to say to you. And just before I click the "send" button, you go off line. I said "WTF" countless times. But I don't care anymore. So yes. I await patiently. For the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And er..no pictures of the lotus flower today. I was out all day and only got back home at night. My phone couldn't take a picture of the flower without seriously screwing up the lighting. New pic tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7934294654158890201?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7934294654158890201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7934294654158890201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7934294654158890201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7934294654158890201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-few-days-i-will-be-free-man.html' title='In a few days, I will be a free man.'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2575011318065068587</id><published>2008-01-05T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:22:15.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wha...it's noon already ?</title><content type='html'>Yeah..that's what I said when I checked my clock. I woke up at 12.30 today. It's the latest I've woke up at this year =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly did all my chores and again fired up Team Fortress 2. Gawds I love that game. I reckon I should get around to installing Portal and Episode 2. But not now heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much. I just did the usual chores. Around 2, my sister came back with her friend. They wanted to eat some stuff, but there was only fried rice left. So I went out and tapau some food from the mamak. I ordered them a Roti Pisang and 2 Roti Canai. Meanwhile, I had meself a Rojak Mi. Damn their gravy. It owns me. I decided to belanja my sister. But only because I wanted her to wash the dishes =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner, my father taught us the art of Chop-stick-do. He grabbed the stalk of a vegetable with his chopsticks and in pure zen language said, "Grab this veggie from me." My sister lost utterly. I tried but I only managed to hold it down for a bit, and he swiped it from me. Finally, after we got scolded by my mother, we just quietly had our food. When we were about all finished, my dad did the same thing with a piece of meat. This time I managed to grab it from him. But he managed to hit the meat and split it in half O_O. I was like, "...What the ??".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R35coEKAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/q_svZZq2Xkw/s1600-h/04012008023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R35coEKAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/q_svZZq2Xkw/s400/04012008023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151656867138651058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bud of a lotus flower growing in the garden. My mom's started gardening a few years ago. Our greatest achievement was a very very tall sunflower. Seriously, it was humongous. Anyways, I'll try to take a picture of the flower every day and post it here till it blossoms. Just for fun =P. Picture was taken with my phone in close-up mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R35cZUKAQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XPXLAPnDek4/s1600-h/04012008020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R35cZUKAQ6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/XPXLAPnDek4/s320/04012008020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151656613735580578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my dog. Her name is Soya. XD No, she isn't missing an ear, it's just tucked in. I wuff her ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2575011318065068587?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2575011318065068587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2575011318065068587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2575011318065068587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2575011318065068587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/whaits-noon-already.html' title='Wha...it&apos;s noon already ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s53PBlXWXgQ/R35coEKAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/q_svZZq2Xkw/s72-c/04012008023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-4800825930950215153</id><published>2008-01-03T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:31:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Operation : Get my driving license</title><content type='html'>Yeah..My mom called me yesterday and told me, the driving instructor will come and pick you up tomorrow in the morning. D'oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me he would be at the gate at around 11 am. I woke up at 10. I rushed through my bath. I took my dog out for her walk, and cut my fingernails. I didn't know if I'd have enough time to wash the dishes or hang the clothes, but by Jeebus, I managed to do it all. I called up the fellow and he said that he'd be there any minute. Fearing that I be too rushed when he showed up, I quickly finished up what I had to do, locked the door and went outside to wait for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He showed up in a kancil. A kancil without air conditioning. However, there was a pretty girl sitting next to him in the front seat. I didn't get a good look at her though. Anyways, as it turns out, we were gonna go to the Ulu Langat training centre. Most everyone I know went there. Even my parents O_O. It's a nice place with beautiful scenery. The 5 hours lecture though..was kinda different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was split into 2 sessions. First session was conducted by a Malay dude. He talked about the roadsigns and ethics. Then it was break time. The 2nd session was by an Indian dude. He was livelier and funnier. Made lots of jokes. And told us lots of funny stories =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us that in Japan, when you're taking the On-The-Road driving tests, you get to drive a BMW 3-series. When you're taking the mountain driving tests, you get to drive a Mazda RX-8!! No wonder they keep on drifting and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class ended at about 5.30pm. I was pooped. Another driving instructor then took me back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I went to Brian's place. Then, Kit and Marcus joined us, and we went for pool. I smell of smoke. My fingers are already tired from typing this. Bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-4800825930950215153?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/4800825930950215153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=4800825930950215153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/4800825930950215153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/4800825930950215153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-operation-get-my-driving.html' title='First day of Operation : Get my driving license'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-835227052689461335</id><published>2008-01-03T03:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T03:35:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I Kidding ?</title><content type='html'>I still can't sleep. There is only 1 remedy for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fires up Final Fantasy 7*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-835227052689461335?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/835227052689461335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=835227052689461335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/835227052689461335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/835227052689461335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-am-i-kidding.html' title='Who am I Kidding ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5260984395379218857</id><published>2008-01-03T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:06:02.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the word "rejected" branded on my forehead</title><content type='html'>Well..I don't have the exact word on my forehead, cause I couldn't find any marker pens to write it. However, since this is my blog (I think), I have the right to write the story out. Bring popcorn, or tomatoes if you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All year I've wanted to tell her. All year I didn't. The last week of 2007, I typed up a sms. A confession sms XD. You know how when you type up a sms, if you exceed the character limit, the sms is sent in 2 parts and you're charged for 2 smses ? Well I typed up a 10 part sms in English. I guess I suck at English =P Then I thought, "Hey..why not I send it in Mandarin ? " Even though, I haven't written/practiced my mandarin in five years. So I typed it up. The style of the sms might be a different from normal smses because the only contact I've had with mandarin is Mandarin songs and....uh..mandarin dramas ?. I had to guess her name in Chinese. I double checked with a friend of hers, and LO! I was right . Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the days, leading up to the 31st of December, I edited the messages many time. I didn't know whether I should send the English sms or Chinese one . I settled for the Chinese one because I felt that I had expressed myself better.....Or I was saving money..cause 5 parts to 10 parts is a big difference heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, the fateful day came. By the way, I'll have to post what I did with the guys on the 31st of December in another post. Before the clock struck 12, I was still typing up some smses to my friends..Looking at my watch and sensing that the time was upon me, I went to my "Drafts" section of my phone and sent it. It took a long time sending. Funny thing, y'know how on special occasions like birthdays, you always try to send the message at 12 sharp ? Well later that night, when I checked my "sent messages" I saw that I had sent out the message at exactly 12. That seriously must have been my first right-on-time sms in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my friends messaged me back the whole time after 12. Every time my phone vibrated, I kept on thinking to myself, "Please let it be her." But the whole time I was watching the fireworks, It never was. I went back home at about 12.30. Then at 1 am. She messaged me and wished me "Happy New Year". Shocked might be the word I'm looking for. All I could think was "That's it ? That's all you have to say ? You didn't even spell out the words fully O_O"..After a few minutes, I assumed that she had ignored the contents of my message completely. I resigned myself to fate and wished her a good night and sweet dreams...As the sinking feeling in my stomach engulfed me, she suddenly replied that she was sorry and that she had only just finished reading my sms because some text was missing when she first received it. Repeating that she was sorry, she then also bid me a good night . (She did wish me sweet dreams, but I didn't sleep that night). And that's that...I didn't reply her. I'm stuck in limbo. I have no idea what her last sms meant. And I'm still online typing this because I want to get myself as tired as possible so that I can fall asleep as soon as my head touches my pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night. And Sweet Dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5260984395379218857?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5260984395379218857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5260984395379218857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5260984395379218857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5260984395379218857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-word-rejected-branded-on-my.html' title='I have the word &quot;rejected&quot; branded on my forehead'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7075233019414872705</id><published>2007-12-29T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T17:11:12.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Promtay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;*Breathes sigh of relief*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow. I didn't choke to death on the stage. I didn't get booed at (I think). Most importantly...I STAYED IN A ROOM WITH 10 (hawt) GIRLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG WTF?!?!?! EH !?!?!?!? EHHHH??!?!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right then...Uh..How do I go on first.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..I've got it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They told me rehearsal would start at 2. At the Barra Restaurant at KL Tower..So I went at 1. I'm stupid like that ^^ Anyways..I just left my stuff (Bag with shoes and stuff, thingey to keep coat in, and a folder with my script) at the restaurant and wandered around. I had some food somewhere else. I checked my watch, but it wasn't even near 2, so I went for a nature walk. I didn't get really far though, Cause I didn't want to get all sweaty before I needed to heh.. I did help some guy take his picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I got back to the Restaurant, I saw Amanda (one of the committee members of the promtay) there already..I didn't talk to her though, cause I wasn't completely sure who she was (Got confirmation later). And again..I just sat there...I'm shy okay ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, the other members arrived. When Cassie and Ee Leng (The other 2 Emcees) arrived, we got down to rehearsing. Ee Leng kept on reminding me to remember my lines so much that I forgot em =P We did a few rehearsals without the Mic first..then we went on stage to do a few with the Mic on. After the Emcees rehearsals, I stepped aside whilst the committee members practiced their dance routine. They looked great. Then after they finished, we all went to the Pacific Regency to rest a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Explanation **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male committee members booked a room at a hotel too. I didn't go with them because they were going to change the latest when compared to the others. Besides, I had to go practice the script with the other 2 emcees , who were girls, so yes, I went with the girls to their hotel room. A big one. The bathroom was huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**End Explanation **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right...I practiced a bit more with Ee Leng and Cassie. Then I took a bath. In case you were wondering, I did not peek at anybody. They had high heels and what not to threaten me..What did I have ? Eh ?? Somebody said I looked like a schoolboy. To that somebody , "Sucky necklace!!" Rightey-o. Ee Leng couldn't wait, so she and I took the free shuttle back to the Restaurant and practiced a bit more. Then my uncle showed up. He was free so he came along and did his photographer thing. And he's good I tell you. Wayyyy good. Anyways..after practicing a few times more, the time finally came. Cassie came and we just went over our lines again a few more times with Ee Leng constantly reminding us to remember our parts and to back each other up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guests were starting to arrive already. The SBS gang were already there. The others asked me if I would please invite all guests to gather at the lobby/dance floor...over the mic. That I did, albeit in a sucky way, cause nobody really did what I asked heh... First hurdle down, we again went over our lines. The committee members had set up some doodle boards near the stairs to the terrace. And again, they asked me to invite the guests to write some stuff there. "Guys, there's some doodle boards over there, why don't you write some thing here ? Don't just sit there" is kinda what I said to them. Miraculously, some moved..I thanks the gawds above XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while later, the guests were really pouring in. We had to check all the people who were bringing bags in. Y'know, just in case one of them wanted to play Hitman...All the bags were stuffed under a table behind the registration corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we were to give the welcoming speech, the other 2 emcees started the icebreaking activities. We were gonna do something ice-breakish, but in the end, we settled for something that involved cash. And we all know how cash can attract attention. One of the first few challenges was for a girl to bring a guy's coat to win RM20. So...we stripped Amirul of his coat and handed it to Poh Yee. She won =P The challenge immediately after that was to bring a pair of earrings from a girl for RM10. I asked Poh Yee for her earrings..and got me an extra RM10 XD. Hurrah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the ice breaking activities, we had to give the welcoming speech. I think we nailed it. We introduced ourselves, "Bling Ling", "Sugar daddy Kent" and "Foxy". I was the one who talked about the rules. Yes, you heard me. Thanks to me, no fights were started over girls XD. Then, we invited the guests to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..this post..I typed up a few days after the Promtay, in Thailand..and it's just the start of the promtay..I haven't even gotten to the performances yet O_o..Ima type type those up at a later time..like..when my feet are back to normal =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy O_o&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/34466708-7075233019414872705?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7075233019414872705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7075233019414872705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7075233019414872705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7075233019414872705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/12/post-promtay.html' title='Post Promtay'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-8606538138794437875</id><published>2007-12-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:41:51.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor feet...</title><content type='html'>Well..I'm back from Thailand. And I've hurt myself. Firstly, on the second last day I was in Thailand, I was praying at a temple. The joss sticks went up in flames. I continued praying. Suddenly, the flames licked my left index finger. I feel a sharp stab of pain and immediately drop the joss sticks.  After that, When I'm showering, whenever water touches that part, I feel pain again. I ignore it, since nothing else could be seem. When I get back to Malaysia, I look at my finger again. There's a swelling. My parents tell me to burst it and drain the water out. So, my mom pricked it with a pin and I cut the skin with a pair of sharp grooming scissors. The water is let out and I'm not worried anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. The next day, pus started to form. It became infected, I guess. And since the swelling was at the joint, I feel the pain everything I try to form my hands into a knuckle. I have to constantly keep my left index finger straight. So yes, it kinda hurts when I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet have also been hurt. I went out on Wednesday with 2 friends. At first, we were going to the karaoke and then watch a movie. But the night before, they told me that they were going to roller blade instead of watching a movie. I'll admit I was interested, yet very scared of falling down. Kind of reluctantly, we went to that place. The roller skates were a snug fit, that I can say. However, after about half an hour of going around the place while falling down frequently, I felt that the inner side of both my feet were like in flames. What does a normal guy do ? He quits and nurses his wounds. What did I do ? I continued. Slap me please. No wait, punch me. Better yet, make me fall asleep and only wake up when the wounds are healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after about an hour and a half, I couldn't take it anymore. I had to take my roller skates off. My left foot was worse. The skin had come off and it looked a raw red. My right foot was kind of not bad , or so I thought. Turns out, there wasn't any raw skin because there was a swelling there just like the one on my index finger. I pricked it and drained the water about 15 minutes before I started typing this. And so, now, I think I cannot walk properly. Both of the affected areas will constantly scrape against my shoes and bring amount horrifying pain. I have no idea how I'm going to move about. I was hurting the entire time I was walking a girl to the LRT Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I brought this on myself. My socks were loose to begin with. But dammit, it hurts so bad. The sting I get when I move makes me just stay in the same position for minutes so the pain subsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it, I guess. There's more actually. But I'll leave that for the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Should I ask her the question ? I mean, it's gonna be a new year soon. Better to be hurt in the old year and start anew next year than to be hurt next year and have that feeling all year long....but still...&gt;_&lt;...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-8606538138794437875?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/8606538138794437875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=8606538138794437875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8606538138794437875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8606538138794437875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-poor-feet.html' title='My poor feet...'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1674611830012523526</id><published>2007-12-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T23:17:56.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Melissa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Post fodder XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. The phone rings. Who do you want it to be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That girl..but obviously it never is. She has _Never_ called me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. When shopping at the grocery store, do you return your cart?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes m'am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. In a social setting, are you more of a talker or a listener?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I listen mostly. I'm sooo out of touch with current trends..XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Do you take compliments well?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Er..not really...But..I don't get lots of compliments..so who knows ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you play Sudoku?A wee bit when it started to come out in the papers. Not anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. If abandoned alone in the wilderness,would you survive?I think I could...yeah...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. What song are you listening to?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a VCD of Andy Lau's Vision Tour 2004 in the computer. Not really sure what's playing though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Did you ever go to camp as a kid?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naw...Dad signed me up for some but I was shy and lazy XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. What was your favorite game as a kid?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Harassing girls ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. If a person you really liked was pursuing you, but you knew he/she was married, would you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course not. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Could you date someone with different religious beliefs than you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't really mind. Converting is another matter entirely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like to pursue or be pursued?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a guy. I'd like to be pursued. But we all know that that's impossible. So I guess, by elimination, I'm left with "to pursue"...*cries*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Use three words to describe yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wierd, Funny, Loud. I think XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Do any songs make you cry?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few do..but I can't list em here lest you purposely play it to make me cry, eh ?!..But Butterfly Kisses can make me cry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you continuing your education?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mos def. What I'm going for another matter..O_O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope..but there's always NS XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If your house was on fire, what would be the first thing you'll grab?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My pillows..No pillow is left behind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. How often do you read books? I read a book everytime I go to the loo. Other than that, whenever I'm bored with the computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you think more about the past, present or future?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This question boggles the mind...I ..guess..the future ? Cause mine is so undecided now &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. What is your favorite children's book?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any and all book's from Enid Blyton. Please. They're so expensive now &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. What color are your eyes?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darkish Brown XD. Come look closer, eh ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. How tall are you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A humble uh..well I'm not sure..Last I checked I was..165 cm. Surely I must have grown a wee bit by then ?...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Where is your dream house located?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a hillside, in Japan, surrounded by cherry blossoms..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other dream house would be located by the seaside. I want to see both the sunset and sunrise XD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just once. I left the pics in the wash and they come out crumpled XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When was the last time you were at Olive Garden?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never been there..I'm not rich, y'know ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like mustard?Mustard with hot dogs, me likey. Mustard up the nose, hell no.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you prefer to sleep or eat?I actually like sleeping more. But maybe that's because I haven't been getting much sleep lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. Do you look like your mom or dad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My parents say I look like my dad's younger brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;30. How long does it take you in the shower?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh..anywhere from 10-20 minutes ? Shaving takes time too y'know ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Can you do the splits?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course I can. With my fingers XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;32. What movie do you want to see right now?Stepehn Chow's new movie and Meet the Spartans XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;33. What did you do for New Year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I forgot..I think we went to watch Fireworks &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;34. Do you own a camera phone?Yes..But it's in the shop now &gt;_&lt;. It went for a swim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;35. Was your mom a cheerleader?No, not that I know of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.How many hours of sleep do you get at night?It's never definite. Anywhere from none to 12 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;38. Do you like care bears?I don't mind them. Cause I never really watched em.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What do you buy at the movies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Popcorn set. You can't make a move on the girls if you don't share the popcorn, ey ? XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;40. Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not too good at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;41. Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Always, when I'm in front.&lt;br /&gt;42. What do you wear to sleep?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I wear shorts and a simple T-Shirt. Sometimes, pyjamas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;43. Anything big ever happen in your hometown?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mah hometown be in KL. Go figger what happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;44. How many meals do you eat a day?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..Uh.....Pass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you always read friendster bullettins ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deleted my friendster account a while ago heh. A longgg time ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like both kinds of people. Funny most of the time, serious when the situation calls for it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;47. Ever been to L.A.?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never. I hope to go there one day. Will take my family too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;48. Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope. I'ma buy some from Famous Amos when I get back to Malaysia. D'you think a good girlfriend would cook her boyfriend cookies ?..Man..I should get myself a girlfriend &gt;_&lt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phew..This musta been the longest tag I've ever done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag teh phool who reads this. And link me XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-1674611830012523526?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1674611830012523526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1674611830012523526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1674611830012523526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1674611830012523526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged-by-melissa.html' title='Tagged by Melissa..'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-3931001595117926396</id><published>2007-12-19T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:37:55.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Yuen Cheng</title><content type='html'>LAYER 1: ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: Leslie Wong Yip Kent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birth date: 27 June 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye colour: Brownish Dark XD (look a bit closer, eh ? =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair colour: Black ? With a few stray strands of brown and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right or left: I'm a rightie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 2: ON THE INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heritage: Chinese..Right, mom ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fears: The sounds when you graze those styrofoam thingeys together...or bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my weaknesses: Impatient. Very loud and rude. Perv--..I think that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my perfect pizza: Cheese. Cheese is what the doctor ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 3: YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts 1st waking up: "I don't remember putting a torchlight down there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bedtime: Depends. I can go all night if I don't get caught =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my most-missed-memory: Most missed memory.... Probably the sights of China..the mountain regions of China, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 4: MY PICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pepsi or coke: Beer for the win....I mean uh..Coke&lt;br /&gt;Single or grouped dates: Single dates. I'd like to know her better or be more intimate with her.&lt;br /&gt;Addidas or Nike: Nike. Most of shirts are Nike anyways ^^ But Addidas is still cool.&lt;br /&gt;tea or nestea: Tea please. Chinese tea, preferably.&lt;br /&gt;chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla. Chocolate only when I'm feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;cappucino or coffee: Hot chocolate ^^. Cause I can't choose between either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 5: DO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;smoke: I don't smoke. And I never will. Unless people smoke next to me, but then I'm still a second-hand smoker. *&amp;amp;^R&amp;amp; Cigarettes anyways .&lt;br /&gt;curse: Heh heh heh........^^^ see that ?&lt;br /&gt;take a shower: Sure I do. Thrice daily.&lt;br /&gt;have a crush: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;think u've been in love: I'll always love my family...but yes. I've been in love&lt;br /&gt;go to skul: No more school for me. From now on, it's gonna be college, university, or ..some other place.&lt;br /&gt;wanna get married: Definitely. I'm still looking for that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;believe urself: I always believe myself when I say that I will never get a girlfriend. Does that count ? XD&lt;br /&gt;think ur a health freak: Not really. I try to keep myself clean. But most people think leaving facial hair unshaven isn't clean...soo...yeah..&gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 6: IN THE PAST&lt;br /&gt;drank alcohol: Yah. At weddings and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;gone to da mall: Yes, of course. I haven't been to the pavillion yet though.&lt;br /&gt;been on stage: Jah. During the Promtay, I was one of the emcees ^^ I was so scared.&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: Yah. But I don't really like the raw fish. Bring on teh wasabi !!&lt;br /&gt;dyed ur hair: Yeah. My mom dyed my hair brown for me =)'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 7: HAVE U EVER&lt;br /&gt;...played a stripping game: Never. But if you are playing a session soon, would you mind if I joined as a spectator ? =P&lt;br /&gt;changed who u were to fit in: Yeah..am sowwiee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 8: AGE UR HOPING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...to b married: Before 30 I hope. I think I should have found someone by then &gt;_&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;to ride a motorbike: As soon as my mom lets me =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAYER 9: IN A GIRL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...best eye colour: Black or brown. I just want to be able to stare into her eyes for a long time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;best hair colour: Black as night, or brown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;best hair style: Straight always works for me. But the ends shouldn't be a straight line though..I'd rather a tail.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;short or long hair: Long..long for the win =)..Depends on the girl actually ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAYER 10: WHAT WERE U DOING&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....a minute ago: Still answering this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 hour ago: Eating Swenson's at Tesco Lotus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.4-5 hours ago: Playing around at the beach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 month ago: Trying to cram in as much as possible for the SPM.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1 year ago: Wondering what the eff SPM would be like XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAYER 11: FINISH THE SENTENCES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...i love: *Name removed XD..she doesn't read my blog anyways =P*&lt;name&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i feel like: Going to sleep...or asking a girl out..both XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hate: it when I can't think of what to write in my blog&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i hide: uh...nothing physical but a lot of emotions inside ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i miss: All my friens ...O_O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need: a job XD and a girlfriend. Whichever comes first ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAYER 12: TAG 5 PPL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Kah Mun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2.Yee Jin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.Chun Hoe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Melissa&lt;/p&gt;5. Choon Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights all. Greets from Phuket ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Still typing up the Promtay thingey. Might take a while more heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-3931001595117926396?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/3931001595117926396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=3931001595117926396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3931001595117926396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3931001595117926396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged-by-yuen-cheng.html' title='Tagged by Yuen Cheng'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-3763556563331772827</id><published>2007-12-14T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T23:42:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged again..O_o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Tagged by Yee Jin (Yes..I copied the whole thing from the blog.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;LIST OUT THE TOP 5 PRESENTS YOU WISH FOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;1. A girlfriend..no wait..make that.._that_ girl as my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;2. For my phone to be fixed &gt;_&lt; free ="P"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;PERSON WHO TAGG-ED YOU IS: &lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sha Yee Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER :&lt;br /&gt;1. Blur..Very..very blurr&lt;br /&gt;2. Pretty..am I allowed to say that she's pretty ?&lt;br /&gt;3. Funny..She's so frackin funny XD&lt;br /&gt;4. She's super duper smart too&lt;br /&gt;5.She has ginormous eye bags=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...I walked her to SBU once..does that count ? Cause she hasn't done anything for me =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ham sap ah ? Neh! Kent teach me wan!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I was framed I tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change nothing...Seriously..do you know how phun Yee Jin is ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR ENEMY, THE REASON WILL BE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps on blaming me for her pervertedness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;PASS THE QUIZ TO 10 PEOPLE THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT&lt;/span&gt; YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Yuen Cheng&lt;br /&gt;2. Ji Yang&lt;br /&gt;3. Choon Ting&lt;br /&gt;4. Kah Mun&lt;br /&gt;5. Chun Hoe (Chun Hoe does have a blog what)&lt;br /&gt;6. Abigail (Does she have a blog ?)&lt;br /&gt;7. Melissa Hsu&lt;br /&gt;8.  Jun Yuen&lt;br /&gt;9. Kar Kit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I ran out of people too list..Yes..I'm a sad loner..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WHO IS NO. 7 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend..check her blog..You can see his pic there already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WHO IS NO. 9 HAVING RELATIONSHIP WITH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar Kit ...I have no friggy idea.....O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;IF NO.9 AND NO.1 ARE TOGETHER, WILL IT BE A GOOD THING&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Kar Kit and Yuen Cheng...Poor Kit...Poor...Poor..Kit...XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;WHAT ABOUT NO. 1 AND NO. 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously..Yuen Cheng and Chun Hoe aren't bad together..right ?..If you've been in my class and seen them together..You'd feel the same way too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WHAT IS NO. 3 STUDYING?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea yet..He's going to work in January though..lucky blastard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CHATTED WITH NO. 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted..you mean like..face to face ??..On Ju wee's birthday I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;DOES NO. 4 WORK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes..Methinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;DOES NO. 8 HAS ANY COUSIN IN HIS/HER OWN SCHOOL?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er..Nope I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;WILL YOU WOO NO. 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Jun korrr...you want me or notttt ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;HOW ABOUT NO. 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap..why did I put no 5 and 8's names as guys ? ..Of course not O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;DOES NO. 2 HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap..I think Ji Yang has siblings..I'm not sure..you do, right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW ABOUT NO.3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..same class since form 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;AND NO.4?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same class since form 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;WHERE DOES NO.1 LIVE AT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea..sowwiee you stalker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW NO.2?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School..DAMMIT..Like..You've run out of questions, haven't you ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;IS NO.5 THE SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF...I should just change Chun hoe's name and place a girl's name in his place..O_O...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;You're asking me if Chun Hoe = Sexy. I can not answer that. He's very fit. That I can say ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That's taken care of. Yee Jin, next time you tag me..gimme some better questions XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS I'd like to apologise to Kit (I don't dare type out the full name..y'know..case I get it wrong and He dumps me more than he already has).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-3763556563331772827?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/3763556563331772827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=3763556563331772827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3763556563331772827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3763556563331772827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged-againoo.html' title='Tagged again..O_o'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2530541799346290327</id><published>2007-12-10T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:13:03.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's funny</title><content type='html'>I don't like endings you know. I most definitely don't like bad endings, and even if it's a Happy ending, it's still the end. I remember once in a Calvin and Hobbes strip that Calvin's Dad was telling them a bedtime story. At the end, he told them that the story never, ever ends. That they would continue the story every day. I'd love for that kind of story =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I'm feeling a bit down. I've just finished a manga recently. It's called Ichigo 100. And I love the story, the characters...well..I love everything about it. And I didn't even know that author was a female until I was just about finishing the whole series. I've bee trying to find some anime based on the manga. So Far, I've bought 2 DVDs based on the manga. Haven't finished either, cause I'm gonna savour every bit of it ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2530541799346290327?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2530541799346290327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2530541799346290327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2530541799346290327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2530541799346290327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-funny.html' title='It&apos;s funny'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6230101206263055781</id><published>2007-12-08T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T00:46:51.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whirlwind ..of emotions</title><content type='html'>Fwine..I felt guilty for not posting..so here's an update...A huge fuggin one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, my phone is dead. I got pushed into the swimming pool. No, I did not purposely drop into the swimming pool because a girl was shouting for help. (Don't look at me like that). The dude who pushed me has my phone now, he's gonna repair it or replace it for me. Yeah..I miss my phone. *Slap* I told you not to look at me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the prom. Well, the prom organized by the peeps in my class has been combined, We're now in cahoots with the people from the Promtay. I know I might be the slowest committee member who's posted about this. You all might have known earlier, I was just too lazy to update. So here's some details about it.&lt;br /&gt;1) It's on the 15th of December.&lt;br /&gt;2) It'll be held at the Barra Restaurant at KL Tower. Ground floor methinks. Swanky, eh ?&lt;br /&gt;3) The theme is Retro Christmas. Yes, dresses from the 70's. Disco style. We're talking Afros and what not. Snazzy dance moves. You best watch some Saturday Night Fever.&lt;br /&gt;4) There'll be awesome performances including a prominent DJ.&lt;br /&gt;5) Tickets are at Rm70.&lt;br /&gt;6) Look, check the promtay blog. Everything's there actually XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm..Okay now..what else..Gosh. Yeah. I auditioned to be the MC for the prom. So er, there'll be 3 MCs on that day. I hope the organisers don't drop me. I'd really like to be an MC but I'm so scared and nervous. Couple that with the fact that I'm still quite new to the other MC-s and I'm just shaking at the knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..I still haven't found a partner yet. I don't know if I'll be able to....Dayum it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha..here's something. I went to Midvalley. Mon BC friends wanted to have a gathering. And a gathering we did have. 11 am at Midvalley Megamall they said. But I was there before 9 am. Why ?, you ask.  still have no idea. I couldn't even find a way into the building that early. I just circled around and finally found a way in. Had breakfast at McDonald's. Then I went to Speedy Videos to check on the anime available. I spent nearly an hour there. I just had nowhere to go. Couldn't find any Ichigo 100% anime though. Yes, I love Ichigo 100%. After that , I went to MPH to while away the time. Kinda lost myself there, because it was Midday when I finally left. Seems the dudes had been calling me for a while now. I rushed to the cinema. After a few minutes, the others came too. They had told me before that there would be 3 guys (including me) and 2 girls coming. But suddenly, another girl who said she couldn't come showed up. =). Anyways, we lined to buy tickets to the Golden Compass. One of the original girls coming said she might be late so we bought the 2 pm show...Well..There was a long time before the movie started, so we just walked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Line break. I hope I didn't hurt your eyes. Awww...it did ? Well here. *Slaps*. Didn't work ?...hmm. Oh well. Yeah..2 pm finally came and we went in. The movie wasn't bad actually. I just wished it was longer. I mean..there wasn't enough Daniel Craig O_O. And heh, the girl who was supposed to come didn't show up. Dammit Ju Ween, bring me some thingeys from Japan &gt;_&lt;...Yeah..after the movie, we just walked around again. I left at about 5.30pm. As soon as I got home, I went to sleep. I was so exhausted. I blame my being at Midvalley too early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..what else. I'm broke by the way. Seriously, I'm very out of cash. My father won't allow me to work. I have no idea why. He says if I need money he can give me some. But it's not the same is it ? I mean, when I use his money, I feel guilty. If I work though, at least I know the money I wasted was mine to begin with. &gt;_&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The promtay's on the 15th. And I'll be leaving for Thailand on the 16th. So if you aren't satisfied with me as the MC on that day, send any hatemail  to my email address ^^. If you liked me however, send cash please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final note? I'll be taking the undang lecture alone. I .. well I asked someone to go with me. The person agreed. And I admit..I was very happy. *grins sheepishly*. But things didn't work out. So I'll be taking it soon anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue to update about the promtay when I have the chance. Going for another rehearsal on Wednesday probably. Cross your fingers and hope I really get the MC thingey ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6230101206263055781?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6230101206263055781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6230101206263055781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6230101206263055781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6230101206263055781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/12/whirlwind-of-emotions.html' title='A whirlwind ..of emotions'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7024784585437895450</id><published>2007-12-03T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T12:39:57.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGged O_O</title><content type='html'>Ah..I've got nothing else to do..might as well do that TAG by Yee Jin XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG-ged by Yee Jin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Do this tag and answer all the questions in your own blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Delete &lt;/span&gt;question no.20 and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;add &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;one of your own question instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Tag 8 victims to do this tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Questions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What is your dream when you are still a small kid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a pilot...I still do =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is the happiest thing in your whole life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That my family is very ,very nice and dependable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What do you wish to have right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like..Right now ??...A  girlfriend straight out of a manga O_O&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. When is the last time you last horselaughed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What's an effing horselaugh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. What did you realize recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm bloody out of cash &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Which bad habit in you that is the most unacceptable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad habit? Or is it a bad trait ?  Cause if  it's a bad trait, most of you guys should know already XD&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. When you are unhappy, what will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Walk around the lake, or read some books. Or sit by the lake and read some books XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. What are you afraid of losing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My family (And my pet, Soya...NOesss! Soya!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Within 5 years, which target is the most realism one?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er...to get into a good university or college and maybe getting my first diploma ?(I'd have said to get a girlfriend, but you wanted something realistic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. When you met someone that you like, will you profess or hide your feeling?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hide it. Dear god, why do I hide it ? *runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. List out 3 kind of people you hate the most.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Err...people who think that they're always better than other people, people who always think they're right, and people who are indecisive *points at self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Define loneliness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Loneliness would be the period of time when I walk around the lake...alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Are you satisfied with your life now? Do you think any changes should be made?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yeah, I'm satisfied. Changes ? Sure..but not necessary =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. When is the most recent time you feel touched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When I was reading this manga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Where is the most beautiful place that you've visited?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. A song that is playing in your mind recently.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Andy Lau's - 忘情水&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. If you have a wish to come true, what is it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To be able to really go into any form of fiction (Storybooks, mangas,novels...you name it ^^), at any time I wish, and when I come back into the real world, not a second has passed ^^ (Cause saying Global peace makes it sound like I want to try for Miss Universe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Do you have anything to be worried or scared recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The SPM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. If the world is going to end, what will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'd gather my family around me, and we'd go together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Do you have any secret fantasies ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the time being..I seriously wish manga worlds were real XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps to tag&lt;br /&gt;(No idea, if anybody sees this, just join in the bandwagon =P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7024784585437895450?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7024784585437895450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7024784585437895450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7024784585437895450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7024784585437895450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/12/tagged-oo.html' title='TAGged O_O'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6194903628373424068</id><published>2007-11-27T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:39:19.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPM is Over (For me ) MWAHAHAHAH</title><content type='html'>Oh gawds yes ! =P If you're wondering why I didn't post yesterday, it's because I had to finish the post about Women I had been drafting for a while..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's all over now...Ironic that Biology was the hardest amongst all the subjects I took O_o.... I wanted to talk to her but she left early...So I guess that's it , eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished at 3.30 pm. I decided to go home..but they wanted to go to the Cyber Cafe..and go we did =P. Lots 'o CS..then some left and we played our own games. Eventually, we all left the computers and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Jusco this Friday to buy some swimming shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Sighs*..why did she leave so early...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6194903628373424068?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6194903628373424068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6194903628373424068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6194903628373424068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6194903628373424068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/spm-is-over-for-me-mwahahahah.html' title='SPM is Over (For me ) MWAHAHAHAH'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2393463187441911350</id><published>2007-11-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:02:41.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Females...*Sighs*</title><content type='html'>Most, if not all of the humans in the "XX" clan hold control over most of us in the "XY" clan. As it is, they seem to be able to affect us on almost every level. Those of us pre-puberty have some immunity from them, but we of post-puberty have weak defences. Nay, we have no defence. How many times have we seen our own clan members fall into the web of an XX, thereby totally forgetting about their own kind ? How many times have we heard the (Feeble) excuse, "I'm sorry, I can't come out. She wants me to go shopping with her "? The gods of gaming and drinking-at-mamak-stalls are not appeased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, we are inexplicably drawn to the XX clan, these girls (or women). What is it about them that thoroughly fascinates us ? What quality of them deprives us of our sleep ? Which part of their anatomy ...You get what I mean. What is it in the way their eyes sparkle that draws us to stare into them endlessly ? Why do their hair wave so that we are unable to will our gazes away from them ? &lt;censored&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, what power do these females have over us ? We're the ones who play rough. We were the first to the moon. We made fire, didn't we ? So why do we painstakingly strive to excel at the game called "Courtship" ? Why do our hearts hurt when we see a certain XX getting friendly with another of our own clan ? I have no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, no matter how strongly we deny it, we men are drawn to women. Setting aside the fact that we do have to eventually copulate so as to repopulate the Earth, we men also liked to talk cute. We (...a small portion of us ..?) do enjoy shopping. We appreciate being able to bare all our emotions to a person. Huggles and cuddles do warm our usually hard and stoic hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must be our own master. So what if the girl you like fancies someone else ? You move on then. Yo do not pine for her. You do not lament your loss. You will, however, most likely blame yourself for not making the first move. In that respect, we have only ourselves to blame. "I'm scared she might reject me" is not a suitable excuse. If you do not want to be hurt, you must not allow yourself to be emotional. On the same token, to be happy, one must also experience sadness. To win some, you have to lose some. Does the prospect of happiness with the female you like outweigh the cold, sharp stab of a refusal ? You be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long have we been like a servant to women. We're supposed to be at their side the very second they call. Their every whim has to be fulfilled by us. We're expected to be psychic and be able to know what's going on in their mind. When we're slightly upset at them, they know it, and they get even more upset because of the fact that we're upset at them, putting the blame on us. Don't even consider asking a female to describe her problems to you. She'll most probably say, "You wouldn't understand.". Just leave it. It's like squeezing blood from a stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more unlucky of us faithfully treat an XX well, and yet, they seem not to notice (seem...heh). Supposedly, they think that all Members of clan XY walk them to their cars, treat them to dinners and shower them with gifts. Also, do you not recall them lamenting that we are not 'sensitive' enough ? That we don't 'remember the small things" ? I'm here to say that we XY's do notice the small things. Unfortunately, what we do remember , usually , you don't, or could care less about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many more opinions..none of them which are totally agreed on. I will refrain from voicing my view any further since I fear for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid you adieu.&lt;/censored&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2393463187441911350?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2393463187441911350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2393463187441911350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2393463187441911350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2393463187441911350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/femalessighs.html' title='Females...*Sighs*'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-9170806926651334098</id><published>2007-11-20T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T18:12:16.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak gums</title><content type='html'>Eh heh..today's exam timetable were absurd..Add maths 1 from 8 to 10 am..then the second paper at 2 till 4.30 pm..Stupid really..In between, a group of us went for some food..after that..we all *Decided* to go to a Cyber cafe..but they wouldn't let us in..so God saved us I guess =)..And about add maths...Man... Very unexpected..all the questions I dreaded didn't come out =P..But still..I wish I could have done better..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the title...have I ever told about how my gums are extremely weak ? I mean seriously, I bleed from the gums easily. For example, during exams, after finishing some tough questions, I can barely feel my mouth..and when I do.. I can taste blood O_O. The other time, in a game of truth or dare, someone dared me to give a girl a hickey..I didn't know how so they told me to do it to my hand first...I did try..After sucking on my skin for 10 seconds, I had blood on my skin O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another time, a girl threw an eraser at me. Hit my teeth. And I started bleeding..(She's a beautiful girl though, so I don't mind XD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawds...I'm girley...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me for the last 4 subjects =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-9170806926651334098?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/9170806926651334098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=9170806926651334098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/9170806926651334098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/9170806926651334098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/weak-gums.html' title='Weak gums'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7067188988133387929</id><published>2007-11-10T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T15:22:30.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No SLeeeep AGain!! O_O</title><content type='html'>Okay..this time I really scared myself sleepless =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Grudge 2 yesternight. I know most of you macho men out there are probably thinking "You Wuss..that's about as scary as watching 2 kitties play with a string."..But yeah..I guess I'm scared easily. I couldn't sleep the whole night..I can confidently say that I fell asleep at 7 am. And woke up at 9.30 am. Cause I had tuition at 10 am. ..*sobs*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight..I sleep after having liquor..Seriously...not enough sleep 2 days in a row..I'm gonna become a zombie meself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7067188988133387929?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7067188988133387929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7067188988133387929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7067188988133387929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7067188988133387929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-sleeeep-again-oo.html' title='No SLeeeep AGain!! O_O'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-3575037846003993558</id><published>2007-11-09T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:46:43.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No schleeeepppp  O_O</title><content type='html'>I watched Resident Evil : Extinction yesterday..It was great..the movie could have been longer though...Ali Larter is hot..But Jovovich is hotter =P. The way the final dude died wasn't exciting enough too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;? What SPM ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't sleep yesterday O_O...I went up at about midnight...read some comics..Then I _tried_ to sleep..But I just couldn't...Maybe it might have something to do with me sleeping at 3pm to 7.30pm yesterday..but seriously..I tossed and turned..I changed positions..I stretched...No matter what I did..I just-couldn't-fall-asleep..Heck..I even tried counting sheep..I gave up after 10 -_-||. I also tried lucid dreaming..(whatever that is =P ) and it didn't work either..so when 6 am came and my parents woke up..I was still awake...I think I only fell asleep at 8am ...then woke up at about 9. I had to go out to Peng Hwa with my sister because she was buying a Jay Chou album from a member on Lowyat.Net. She lost our bet..because I said the seller would be a dude while she said that the seller would be a girl....I won mwahahaha..Free "Barli Panas" for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyas ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-3575037846003993558?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/3575037846003993558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=3575037846003993558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3575037846003993558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3575037846003993558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-schleeeepppp-oo.html' title='No schleeeepppp  O_O'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5968201717722487006</id><published>2007-11-08T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T11:55:22.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Deepavali</title><content type='html'>I should have posted at midnight..But I forgot what I was doing...Oh yeah..I remember now..I was in my room _trying_ to revise History..Didn't work....Leonardo's that guy who sunk with the Titanic right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..There's a few days left until I take my History paper...I'm friggin worried..up to the last 2 chapters in Form 4...Never touched Form 5 yet....me so dead &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out in a bit to my father's friend's house for some festive spirit ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Cyas =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5968201717722487006?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5968201717722487006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5968201717722487006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5968201717722487006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5968201717722487006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy Deepavali'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7781198708226726133</id><published>2007-11-07T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:10:16.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS Language</title><content type='html'>I've ranted about this before..And by gawd..I'm gonna do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever sms your friends with a message along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heya. How ya been doing ? Since it's the holidays and all, I was wondering if you might be free to go out and have lunch and watch a movie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the words used. Although the words are simple, at least they convey the message that the person smsing is at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now..have you ever seen this kind of reply?&lt;br /&gt;"Hi sryy cnt go bb"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see ?!?!?...Why can't you people put some effort into messaging ? I know it's called Short Message Service..But come On! You're wasting a lot of space. Furthermore, (to me anyways) whenever people give short replies, it seems like you don't care about the sender. The least you could do is reply back "Hello. I'm so sorry but I can't go. See you later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punctuation..ah..yes..that's what these kind of people seldom use too..Proper punctuation is important. When my friends sms me, I usually make some effort to reply them back as I usually would even if I'm busy defusing a bomb in CS. I've tried to sms it the "short" way..and my friend asked me if I was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the problems I face though..is that when someone smses me using the "short" way..I dunno how to reply them. At first, I reply to them in my oft-used way...but they reply back in their bloody annoying "short" way....My long words of communication are reduced back to a 5 word reply..And I get very frustrated..till now..I still have no idea what to do when a "short" sms comes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another kind of language I've encountered is the Short (But not necessarily) and Sweet language. Usually seen on IMing clients. For Example, as soon as someone opens up a chat window with you, they go:&lt;br /&gt;"hi hw r u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal people would reply:&lt;br /&gt;"Hello. I'm fine. How are you doing ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But noooooooooooooooooooooo....people nowadays answer like so:&lt;br /&gt;"Fine lor..hahax~~..how you ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..What's with the x ? What's with the tildes ?? What's with me !?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you people just type the word out fully..Is that so hard ? But usually..I put some nice background images in the window when I'm chatting to people like this..makes my mood better XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of rants for now..about this topic anyways..Really grasping at straws here...so Cyas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time : Emoticons ..=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This entire post was fueled by studies induced stress. As a matter of fact, I fully condone the use of short form words. I love them. They strain my eyes less. I even have fun piecing in the missing letters and making different words. So there..Don't kill me if you are offended by my post, Assuming you read it =D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7781198708226726133?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7781198708226726133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7781198708226726133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7781198708226726133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7781198708226726133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/sms-language.html' title='SMS Language'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-777890055357704542</id><published>2007-11-06T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:50:54.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few more days left</title><content type='html'>Agh..Few more days left..I've only been trying to revise Sejarah. Got tips from the "Pizza Hut" Seminar, Loga's seminar and some from my friend. After comparing, I see some recurring chapters. Gonna focus on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school today. Since it was the last day for Form 5's and all. It was a _waste_ of time. Seriously. I mean..the 4 songs we had to sing today were fugged up. The slowed down the tempo. So everything was dragged out O_O. Then the Form 3's started hosting the perhimpunan. They had performances and a sketch show. I don't mean to be mean (Heh)..But I came to listen to some talks..or maybe look at girls (Fine..I came to look at girls..She didn't come today..so what..It's just wishful thinking)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, perhimpunan officially ended. The Form 5's were supposed to go to the Hall Of Fame for a talk on Biology. Or so I heard. We all just sat there till recess because nobody BLOODY showed up. I decided there and then to go back home. I had some food during recess, waited a bit till after 11.20am..and walked out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it I guess. Good luck all y'all ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS New song by 阿杜. It's called 差一点 or translated (by my poor skills), "Nearly". And I love it =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-777890055357704542?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/777890055357704542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=777890055357704542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/777890055357704542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/777890055357704542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/few-more-days-left.html' title='Few more days left'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7344811886189690963</id><published>2007-11-03T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T13:29:42.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh heh heh &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>Well..what's good is good enough while the term better begets different definitions from other people....so I'm sticking with this old layout for the time being..added cbox to the right for those who want to spam it with links to sites featuring "men fixing women's backs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even changed to the new blogger template system yet..lazy to customize again =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS Falling snow now...It being winter and all...(Not here of course XD). Maybe one day I'll get a background image with snow..Gawds I love snow =)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7344811886189690963?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7344811886189690963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7344811886189690963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7344811886189690963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7344811886189690963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/eh-heh-heh.html' title='Eh heh heh &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7415160500227501271</id><published>2007-11-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T00:12:23.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more days &gt;_&lt;</title><content type='html'>Omigosh...I haven't updated in ages..I feel so guilty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..I can't say much..I mean..I haven't been able to revise much all this time..The only revision book I've touched so far is a book on Chemistry..and even then I've only finished a chapter...I'm doomed. Going to school all this time was also a waste of time. I only went to finish the table tennis competition..( I got top 3 =D )..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was "Hari Jamuan Sekolah" as I like to call it heh.  Usually, the school lets us have year end parties in our respective classes. We would then go around to the other classes, chatting with some friends and stealing some food. This year, however, they decided to make it so that each form had their class party in the same place. So..the form 1s and 2s had theirs on the tarmac...the form 3s and 4s had theirs either near the McD chairs or near the canteen. We (as in we, the Form 5s, the seniors, the old perverts (which I certainly am not related to), take your pick) had ours in the Hall of Fame. We got caterers...that's right mwahahha..The Young Ones bought or brought their own food and set em up on our school tables with that horrible colour. We, had our food put inside those thingeys ( I don't know what you call them..I suck at English) you find at buffets and placed on tables covered with red cloth. RED CLOTH!!...We had nasi briyani, kuey teow, ayam rendang, vegetables, ayam laksa, popiah, fish fingers, french fries and nuggest. I'm getting hungry all of a sudden O_O. Anyways, some of us had to stand by the tables and serve the other dudes for fear of some who would take too much. I served the Asam laksa table...and I never even got to eat a bowl of Asam Laksa *weeps*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(New paragraph...so..y'know..you don't strain your eyes too much =D) After the Asam Laksa noodles were finished, I finally got to eat, heh heh. Some rice, kuey teow, 2 pieces of chicken was what I had. I then ventured to the ABC table..the had that machine that was supposed to break the ice. I say "Supposed to" because it was fuggin not functioning. All we had was an icebox full of ice as big as an average thumb. Some of the guys resorted to placing some ice in a bowl, getting another bowl to cover it, and then shaking the thing like ..uh.....well...they shook it hard. I resorted to doing the same thing..boy did my head hurt O_O... They also didn't supply us with a can opener. All they gave was a long thingey with a sharp point at the end. When I wanted to open a new can of corn, I stabbed the middle of the can..I dunno why but I stabbed through the bloody can and made a hole at the bottom side of it. Only then did the caterer come and open the can for me. Still, I never got around to making a good bowl of ABC. There weren't many ingredients left. The jelly was almost finished, the kidney beans were gone, yeah I had sweet corn..but no syrup..well..black syrup..the red syrup was gone. I went with condensed milk. I don't know how much I put..but it was a lot..Never finished my bowl. Gave up after drinking in a quarter. Then went back to class to get my books from the locker and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the party, lemme rant about this tuition centre I go to.&lt;br /&gt;"Pizza Hut" recently had a seminar. I joined this seminar. During the normal class seminars, they promoted their "Direct Ramalan" program which was supposed to discuss the answers provided to the questions given in the seminar. I didn't join that but my friend that. She reported that it was bollocks. Now, today, in the mail,  I find a new letter by the "Hut". This time, it's for a "Last Minute Revision" program. This baby will be held about or day or two before the respective SPM subject and costs RM40 per subject. I would like to say this : "DAYUM YOU AND YOUR MONEY LAUNDERING WAYS!!". Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You want an update ?!?! Oh I'll _give_ you an update*..I went for badminton with my dad and his friends yesterday at a place in Puchong. We only have a pair of court shoes between us so my dad got the court shoes and I had to wear normal shoes ..the horror. Needless to say, I twisted a toe XD. I also need to learn how to run. I can never get my legs to spread too far.....I must walk girly..time to change =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's what I have for now I guess. Seeya all...no wait..before that..would anyone like to go to a prom at the end of the year ? If any of you are remotely interested, please contact me. Thank you =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lost one of the hairpins..I went to school yesterday to look for it..I couldn't find it....Maybe I should throw the second one away too...Might not matter to you..But it matters to me*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7415160500227501271?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7415160500227501271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7415160500227501271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7415160500227501271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7415160500227501271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/11/few-more-days.html' title='A few more days &gt;_&lt;'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2069383578303270648</id><published>2007-10-17T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:27:34.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less than a month</title><content type='html'>You'd think that the reason I didn't post is that I have been studying. Quite the contrary..the closest I've been to my books is when I went back to school last Sunday to get my books XD..*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well..the holidays are almost over..I didn't go out anywhere...Here's some details on what I did do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempts to ask girl out : 2&lt;br /&gt;Successful attempts : (Are you kidding me ?)&lt;br /&gt;Failed attempts : 3 (1 more failed before I even asked her XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see how it is ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did go out with a bunch of friends late at night on Monday night for some drinks..and then an hour at the cybercafe. The next day, we played badminton, and went to the same cybercafe again.."SPM is coming guys"...."Shut up and play the damned game"...Yeah &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a public holiday...so the whole family decided to clean up the house..after washing the fan blades, I tried to change the water filter..and me thinks the thing is leaking now..so now..we have a set time where we open the water tap..and then we do all the dishes, bathing and stuff...then we turn off the water..Fun, eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all again..meh sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kent needs money for a newmousepad*&lt;br /&gt;**Also Wishes he could have went out with the girl he asked out who did not even give him a reply as to whether she would go out with him**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2069383578303270648?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2069383578303270648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2069383578303270648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2069383578303270648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2069383578303270648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/10/less-than-month.html' title='Less than a month'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5926387435309592010</id><published>2007-10-09T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T18:25:17.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About 2 weeks eh ?</title><content type='html'>Yeah ..I know..I'm a lazy arse. I won't post a lot about what happened these 2 weeks. I mean..there were seminars, a party, nekkid girls, and playing cards in school. (One of the thingeys listed is not true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er..Thanks to Yee Jin and Brian for holding that party in Yee Jin's house. I thank you for the Jolly Shandy (meh), chicken wings (I didn't have any), hot dogs, corn, Domino's Pizza and most of all, for inviting loads of girls so I could give my eyes a visual treat. My eyes are now thanking you profusely. And uh..to Cheng Yong too for driving me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perijaya, you have many ways of taking my money. First the seminar, then the 'supplementary' books, and now..Direct Ramalan. I don't have the dough for this y'know ?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank Melissa, for directing me to her blog for that crazy picture.&lt;br /&gt;www.huiyin-hsu.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;If she hadn't told me to go to her blog, I wouldn't even be here to update this thingey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the thank yous then XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I know you won't ever see this. But, I hope you get well soon =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5926387435309592010?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5926387435309592010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5926387435309592010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5926387435309592010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5926387435309592010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/10/about-2-weeks-eh.html' title='About 2 weeks eh ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-3760408180785651887</id><published>2007-09-30T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T16:00:17.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMR ?..Why yes..I do have vague memories of it..</title><content type='html'>Good luck to all the people who are taking the PMR tomorrow. My sister's taking it tomorrow too..She's kinda worried but she's bloody smart..O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house didn't have water yesterday, no idea why. Had to get water from the main hose in front of the house into a pail and take it to the back of the house where the bathroom is. My arms hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to continue this post with another idiom. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Parents usually tell this to their young children. My definition for this would be words are just that, words. They can't beat you up or murder you. (Unless you shout into my ear, then you merit a death by my own hands.) Sticks and stones, however, will break your bones..so..Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why oh why, can't I truly embrace this idiom? Why can't I bloody get it into my head?! Why is it that I am so easily hurt by words ? Why are my actions governed by what Other people say ? Why the FUG can't I stop using "why" ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I criticise myself too much. As such, when people talk about me, I feel even worse. "Lighten up", I tell myself. It just doesn't work for me. I can be in a good mood at the start of the morning, and then just mention something that's really bugging me and 'bam', I'll be frowning the whole day...*sighs*.. Anyway..that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After watching Sinking Of Japan. I now have a dream. I'm going to learn Japanese just so I can go to Japan. Then I'll get me a job there doing gawd-knows-what and travel all over Japan. Because that place is so beautiful..the temples, the scenery and the people ( heh heh).*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Oh yeah..I might be changing the layout of the blog soon. It's gonna be a bit different from what it looks like now.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-3760408180785651887?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/3760408180785651887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=3760408180785651887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3760408180785651887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3760408180785651887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/pmr-why-yesi-do-have-vague-memories-of.html' title='PMR ?..Why yes..I do have vague memories of it..'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-8387660491380950234</id><published>2007-09-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:47:14.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few phrases</title><content type='html'>Over these few posts, please allow me to give a definition of a few phrases which I have held close to me since I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is "Think before you speak". This phrase actually doesn't need to be explained. Common sense will tell you that, before taking any action, we should think things through. Many times have I told myself to remember this phrase and act on it. Bystanders will always tell you this, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;, you have done something wrong. However, hindsight is always 20/20. It is hard to control one's actions during the spur of the moment. At most, you can think about a situation many times over inside your head and fool yourself into thinking that you can carry out your plan perfectly. In truth, you'll just freeze up when the time comes, or more commonly, you'll  do something completely different than what you had in mind, or very rarely, your eyebrows will dance up and down (like mine do). Of course, other people can coldly analyse the situation and give you solutions. Indeed, a calm mind always solves problems. But emotions can not be duplicated, no matter how similar they are, emotions can not, I repeat, can &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt;, be duplicated. Different people have different reactions to a situation. Therefore, I feel that to me, the thinking is useless. Because the situations I prepare will never happen. Besides, all the thinking bloody made me lose sleep you know ? I had to mentally block the image out of my head to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today, next  post will be a different phrase. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-8387660491380950234?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/8387660491380950234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=8387660491380950234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8387660491380950234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8387660491380950234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/few-phrases.html' title='A few phrases'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5154446129299746063</id><published>2007-09-26T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T00:47:38.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mid-Autumn Festival =)</title><content type='html'>Now this one's weird...In chinese..we call it 中秋节..because as the name implies..it is during the Middle of Autumn..it is during this festival that we eat mooncakes..and yet..when 中秋节 is translated to English, most people say "Happy MoonCake Festival"....you don't see me going around saying "月 饼节快乐!" do you ? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight..my parents said I had to go to school today..so I went..and by the gods..it was a bloody waste of time..before recess we had 3 Biology papers..so those who didn't take Biology had nothing to do..then after recess, we had 2 modules of Chemistry. Later today (Wednesday), we'll be having the remaining modules of Chemistry and a forum....Fugg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on Marcus' car after the chemistry papers and had some food at a Curry House near my house..I nearly asked the shopkeeper if they had beef rendang..lucky I didn't O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh..the mid-autumn festival...I gaze at the moon a lot...I love it..there's something serene and tranquil watching a cloudless sky with only the soothing presence of the moon as a companion...I can just stare at that orb until my mom calls me to come into the house lest I get kidnapped by evil men who want to sell me off to gigolo traders......uh..right..anyways...My sister and I lit some candles and lanterns and had some fun.....but then the wind came in strong and it rained a wee bit..so we went back into the house and ate some moon cakes and desserts...and here I am now..with bleary eyes..thinking how the heck I'm gonna make up an excuse to skip school again XD..heh..Nights ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS ..Why do the prices of Hallmark cards never convert to our currency nicely ? I mean..a US$2 card is worth RM11 at Borders &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS ....I like girls who are impossible, don't I ?...Dammit...Why ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS ...Do I give her the card or not ? O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPPS ...Nothing here..just..wondering how many "P"'s I could fit here XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5154446129299746063?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5154446129299746063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5154446129299746063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5154446129299746063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5154446129299746063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-mid-autumn-festival.html' title='Happy Mid-Autumn Festival =)'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-360585525419302858</id><published>2007-09-24T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:15:43.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did _not_ get drunk =)</title><content type='html'>Saturday's subash class was as usual..I lent clement my handphone so that he could take some pictures of that girl..but he ended up making a video of her..from behind.....when we all looked at the video..we all collectively thought "..Wtf ?"..Meh...then after Subash went for Add Math's tuition..My teacher finally gave me back my "300" DVD..so that my friend could watch it =P..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a friend's house for a party (..It had food and card games..ergo, it's a party XD )..I reached her home at about 5 pm....Strange street placing..Streets 1 - 4 are horizontal and streets above 4 are vertical..(or vice versa..depending how you look at it)..most of the guys had arrived..only 2 other people weren't there yet..played some card games until they all arrived...then we ate..steamboat style XD..It was bloody hot....fishballs..meatballs..eggs (small ones eh..)..sausages...blurg..I felt bloated and very hot after we all finished..then we all went inside again..Some of the guys played a game involving mahjong tiles..I had no idea how to play..so I played a game of chess with a friend..I lost =)..then 2 of the girls had to leave...it was still early &gt;_&lt;..Whyyy ??....after a bit more..they decided that they all wanted to play "Dare"..*shivers*....So we all got into the organizer's bedroom and dim the lights...5 cards are taken out of a deck..(Depends on the number of people playing)..and shuffled..then placed on the bed..we each take a card..the person who gets an ace then picks a number from 2-5..the person who is picked announces him/herself..then the picker announces another number and they have to do something....icky..O_O..Later on, we added "Truth"..so we ended up with "Truth Or Dare"..you could pick Truth or Dare..I regret picking Truth now O_O..And yes..I thought up most of the ...*dares*.. muahahahahaha...we all agreed that anything said or done in the room stayed in the room...so it's all safe..(I hope)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went downstairs for some supper..then we all left at around 12.30 am..cause her parents wouldn't let us stay over..Bummer XD....Reached home, took a bath and slept almost immediately..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing though, this morning, I had a dream..I woke up and all the guys who were at the party were in my house..strangely, my house and morphed into a big condominium..we went out and magically, there was a beautiful forest right next to the condominium...we went to the forest..and then suddenly, it turns out to be a park..and there were a lot of people there...but I suddenly decided I had enough..so I woke up ..found my room in proper order..and went downstairs...I saw my father outside checking the car..and then ..I wake up again O_O....I had a tad too much wine and beer I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS, Kah Mun and Weng Chee..I apologize for what I said about the girl's boyfriend..Wasn't thinking straight..please forgive)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-360585525419302858?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/360585525419302858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=360585525419302858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/360585525419302858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/360585525419302858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-did-not-get-drunk.html' title='I did _not_ get drunk =)'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5246208564802985280</id><published>2007-09-20T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:07:54.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....There are 2 types of transistors....How many types of transistors are there ?</title><content type='html'>The title question was among some of the ..well.."very clear" questions that were asked of us in today's diagnostic test..5 modules in total..30 questions each..half an hour per module....the way this thingey was done was as such:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the form 5's goes to the Hall of Fame..we all sit together..and are given OMR sheets..there are 3 projection screens around the hall..we look at whichever screen is closest..then..the questions are displayed on the screen..each question is allocated a maximum of 1 minute..and then..you shade the answer chosen...It's all bloody idiotic..cause we can ask our neighbour at anytime..5 modules..it was bloody torture..and after we finished all 5..we had to mark other people's papers..and after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt;, we had to group all the modules together and key in the marks into the teacher's laptop...I stayed until about 2.10 to key in mine and Angsana's paper..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh..I got some bad news after recess...it seems the girl of my dreams has went and added another dude on MSN..I know I'm being stupid and jealous....but it really crushes my fragile heart =D...*sighs*...Time to move on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5246208564802985280?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5246208564802985280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5246208564802985280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5246208564802985280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5246208564802985280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/there-are-2-types-of-transistorshow.html' title='....There are 2 types of transistors....How many types of transistors are there ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-3180998092091867337</id><published>2007-09-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:39:59.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wudafoo..exams ?</title><content type='html'>Okay....it's getting really boring in school nowdays..Less than 20 people came today...And we only had BI and Moral....When it was time for Maths, Mr. Khairol told us that we were gonna have exams from tomorrow till next Wednesday....5 subjects..each subject with a few modules..and each module based on 1 chapter.....Idiotic huh ? And I think that we're all gonna sit together..and the question paper will be displayed using a projector..I'm not completely sure..But I'm gonna write stupid stuff..=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Chemistry, some people asked Miss Liena to let them do the soap experiment again because they weren't present the day most of us did it..so she took them to the lab..to the others, she said we could stay in class or go to the library..So..I went to the library..and I finished the Jungle Book ...Suddenly I want to watch the movie again heh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...cyas all ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I so want to skip the exams O_O )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-3180998092091867337?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/3180998092091867337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=3180998092091867337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3180998092091867337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3180998092091867337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/wudafooexams.html' title='Wudafoo..exams ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1341843252847745285</id><published>2007-09-17T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:14:50.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Is he gone ? XD</title><content type='html'>..Why haven't I posted in a bit ? It's to avoid that dude from posting comments on my new posts...Yes..you CH =P..Sides..nothing to post about.....But meh..I guess I should put in something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late again today..Pn. Fauziah (Did I get her name right ? ) said that if the same people are late tomorrow, she'd call our parents and talk to them....scarrryyy =P..Then during English..Miss Hemadewi asked me to write an essay.."Just half-a-page or a page..the title is *Twig*.."..At first I wasn't quite sure what the title was..I thought it was *twinkle*...or *twiggies*..then she confirms that it's Twig....So I just write whatever I thought of at that time O_O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During BM, Pn. Suhana asked us to find the meaning of some idioms and make a sentence with them..I asked another Malay teacher for her idiom dictionary..finished just a idioms..then the period was over..So I walk out of the class to return the dictionary...When I come back, the dudes sitting in my area are all arguing loudly and shouting.."Why do the good things happen when I'm not here ? ", I ask myself..=P..turns out..a girl was sitting on another dudes chair..and I don't know what led to it exactly..but the dude was turning around....and as he turned around..the girl's face was smothered (Okay..I'm not sure about this..) by his arse...Again..I'm not completely sure...they both deny that arse was applied to face..I have no idea either..because I wasn't in class..oh well...We got some laughs out of it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during Moral, Fahry divided the whole class into 2 groups. Those who got 60 and above for Moral, and those who got below 60..I'm in the sub-60 group..&gt;_&lt;..Then he divided each group into smaller groups..2 or 3 persons per group. After that, the groups who got 60 and above were instructed to...guide/tutor the sub-60s...I stuck with my friends..so in the end..we still sat at the same place, with Clement joining in...Fahry says that the above 60's are responsible for us sub-60s to get better results....blah this blah that...then he came over to my table..and said that he'd and I quote, "Smackdown" Chun Hoe...XD..Anyways..that's about it fer today I guess..I dunno what else to write..if you came here for some funny stories..you'll have to wait a bit more..I'm drained now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-1341843252847745285?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1341843252847745285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1341843252847745285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1341843252847745285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1341843252847745285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-he-gone-xd.html' title='...Is he gone ? XD'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2402961265471191541</id><published>2007-09-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:01:29.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The hundredth Post XD</title><content type='html'>I started this blog last year..seeing if I could maintain for a long period of time, because previous blogs I had died after a few weeks or so. This baby of mine though, has been around for more than a year. Though I have virtually no readers, I'm happy that I got this far =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna dedicate the hundredth post to my friend who had his birthday yesterday..but oh well..(By the way, Smile, Chun Hoe! XD..and damn your ashtray crap ^^ )....I got my Biology results today..I am happy to say that I did not fael =)..Same marks as Moral though..so it's bad...But as long as it's all over..I'm glad. The SPM is gonna come in about what..50+ days right ? I wonder why I'm still not beginning to study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had PJ till recess today...The teacher didn't come and tell us to go back to class..so we kept on playing...Played basketball and table tennis. It's been a long time since I've played table tennis...Confound the pengetua for delaying our school match till after the PMR. 50 sen says she'll tell us to postpone it cause by then, it'll be too near the SPM...I was late for school today too heh..When I reached the mamak outside of school, my friend was already there so I sat down too..then we had some food to eat..by the time we got to the gate, we were already late. They told me the latecomers have been doing "star jumps"..I had no idea what they were...but luckily, they didn't punish us today because the teachers had to take a picture at the tarmac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sushi King today with my friends...I just want to say that this month, I've forked out a lot of money. This..has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; to stop O_O....First time I've seen Sushi King packed..mostly students too heh....Kept on eating prawns..since we figgered that we're "saving" the most money like that..today was the last day of Sushi King's promotion..anything off the belt was RM2..I'd still rather order a set meal..After finishing, I asked my mother to take me home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacky Cheung, one of the four Heavenly Kings (the old and better ones mind you), is performing tomorrow..and I'm so bloody pissed that I can't go...I really like his voice...I wanted so much to buy a ticket, but I didn't want to go alone..*sighs*...The whole time I was in my mom's car, 988 FM and MY FM kept on broadcasting his songs and promoting the concert.....I'm gonna start saving now for his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; concert...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If&lt;/span&gt; he ever comes again..(God..please make him come again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights all =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2402961265471191541?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2402961265471191541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2402961265471191541' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2402961265471191541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2402961265471191541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/hundredth-post-xd.html' title='The hundredth Post XD'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-12791789243748382</id><published>2007-09-11T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:10:37.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>Heard the song from U2 before ? It's not bad actually XD. But I'm talking about today in general. It's about 6 now....It's been a cloudless day. The sunshine is warm and it's breezy outside. If only the SPM is over heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school today since my friends weren't gonna come either. I still woke up early though. Played some GW then I had to rest, because my headache's still not completely gone. I went back to school at around 1.30pm to see if the teachers gad given back any papers. All in all, I'm now missing two subject results, Biology and EST. I'm happy to announce that I haven't failed any subject yet, and I hope this remains. Lowest mark is currently Moral Studies at 58. Which goes to show the standard of morals I have eh ? =P Sad thing is, all other subjects are at about 60-ish. Cept fer Maths...*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Form 3s class had ended when I reached school. Lucky she didn't see me , because my friends say my legs are too damn hairy. I agree with em heh... There was a teacher in class when I got to my class, I went in and told her I couldn't come since I was sick, and that I was there to pick up my papers. After sitting down for a few moments, Pn. Aminah came in to give us our sejarah papers. I went up to her and asked for my paper but she thought that I was absent on the day of the exam. After explaining a wee bit more, she understood. Phew....I didn't fail =P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...Time to go then. Cyas ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-12791789243748382?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/12791789243748382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=12791789243748382' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/12791789243748382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/12791789243748382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-beautiful-day.html' title='It&apos;s A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-3966448861291017251</id><published>2007-09-08T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T20:58:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1000-word barrier</title><content type='html'>I got my English results the other day. I got an A1. I'm quite happy with the result, although I know the peeps in the other classes still beat me. My English teacher asked me to type up my essay and hand it to her. I had to pass it up by Friday. Then on Thursday, Pn.Ng asked me to type up the entry form for the Ping Pong competition. I stayed up all night on Thursday to type the two up. Mainly because I spent a lot of time looking up other websites while typing them...Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the entry form first. Then I typed my essay including the corrections my teacher gave me. After finishing it, I used Word Count and I was amazed at the number of words in my essay. I had 1350 words in it. *Cracks out the champagne*. This might be an easy achievement for some, but in my school exams, I've never written near 1000 words before. I'm actually tempted to edit the essay till I get 1337 words. Anyways, I forgot to hand in the essay on Friday. And Pn. Ng said that the Pengetua wants us to delay the competition as it's too near the finals for the other forms. She also said it was unfair to the Malays as they are beginning to Fast next week. So now, our competition is going to be held tentatively during the month of October. After the PMR examinations...I wonder if I can get a mixed doubles partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick now by the way. Must be the bloody combination of only a few hours of sleep per day and the very spicy food I'm eating. The whole of last week, I went to sleep on average at 2 AM. Then some days I eat very hot and spicy food at the mamak stall. I guess on Thursday we shouldn't have played that full court 2 on 2 basketball game. ( I lost, naturally). We ran like mad. I had a serious headache on Friday. The whole day. I asked my friends for some Panadol but they didn't have any. I even went for tuition. Seriously felt woozy. Went and bought a strip of Panadol at 7-11. Took 2 but no effect. Then after tuition, I went to Times Square with my friend who wanted to buy basketball shoes and a basketball. He left the ball with me, asking me to bring it today during Subash's class. I didn't go today, cause I was feeling something awful. Sorry man. I'll bring it on Monday. I also sneezed out blood at night. So..I don't reckon I should even be on the computer..Sooo......nights all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS. I have her picture now mwahahha..She is Sooooooo pretty O_O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-3966448861291017251?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/3966448861291017251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=3966448861291017251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3966448861291017251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3966448861291017251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/1000-word-barrier.html' title='The 1000-word barrier'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2410653469636387786</id><published>2007-09-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:10:03.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results week</title><content type='html'>Ah heh...I guess we're gonna start getting our results starting from today. Got add. maths paper 1 today. Aziz came in, gave the papers..then went out. Suddenly, the whole class hears him shouting and yelling at a guy from another class. Some say he hit the fellow too. I'm not completely sure, but I think he sent the dude to the office too. He came back saying, "I can tolerate you being naughty, but not well-mannered."...Oh well. Also got back English..finally got an A1. Last paper I only got an A2. As before, I'm now getting low marks in paper 2...But luckily this time, I got better marks for English *grins*. The teacher wants me to type up my Essay for her with the corrections she gave. But my friend has my paper with him, so I'll have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, we're going to HUKM tomorrow. I don't think we're gonna really go and see some cadavers..but you never know O_o...Pn. Mazuva said she would take us to go see some..but she's transferred away...I miss her *cries*. ..I hope we can go see some babies XD..maybe swap 'em too heh heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my friend her birthday present today..I was late by..5 days. Sorry =P. (Guys..I really need the money..please pay me back O_O..Or I'll have to eat air the whole of next week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now realize that trying to post while listening to songs seriously affects my thinking skills. (I hardly ever think..listening to songs..while..they seriously fug it up even more)..So I bid you, adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2410653469636387786?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2410653469636387786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2410653469636387786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2410653469636387786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2410653469636387786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/results-week.html' title='Results week'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6046118953143097906</id><published>2007-09-02T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T15:12:33.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malaysia turns 50</title><content type='html'>Okay..we turned 50 a few days ago. So I'm late posting..but I was so tired on the 30th..I only got back home from the fireworks display at about 2.30 am O_o..the fireworks display was awesome heh. I just spent the 31st at home sleeping..too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in Group A of Subash's extra classes. (Group A is the ..least capable..)..Yes..I want to cry. No, I don't need your shoulder. Yes, I'm still figuring out how I will get to the place. No, keep your damned shoulder away. Yes, I _will_ have that ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now also suffering from ADD. I just opened wikipedia 2 minutes ago to search for something..but I totally forgot what I wanted to look up. Incidentally, I also had a bunch of things I wanted to post here but I can't because I forgot ..( not an excuse...really ^_^ ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so...Happy Birthday to Malaysia ^^.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6046118953143097906?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6046118953143097906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6046118953143097906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6046118953143097906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6046118953143097906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/09/malaysia-turns-50.html' title='Malaysia turns 50'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-205191620057679043</id><published>2007-08-29T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:45:26.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>W00t..I managed to spell the word without looking it up..I am teh aweshum =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..we went to watch a movie today. It was a last minute decision. There were 7 people altogether watching, but only me and 2 other dudes went to Times Square first. The others went back home to bathe and change. We looked a funny bunch. (With me being the most stupid, tucking my shirt in, with my tie). Bought the movie tickets first. 4th row from the screen. Since the movie only started at 4.40 pm, we decided to walk around. The dudes went to look at some basketball shoes. Then we went to buy a birthday present for a friend..Needless to say..I am broke again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing..I was cracking some jokes today..and a friend said that I managed to look serious and crack jokes at the same time ... yeah I notice..*sighs*..another thing..A teacher told me that I should shave XD..He said Chinese guys with a face like mine should have a clean-cut face though..will consider sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay folks. Nights =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*By the way...the Moon's looking beautiful tonight ^^*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-205191620057679043?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/205191620057679043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=205191620057679043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/205191620057679043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/205191620057679043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/08/ratatouille.html' title='Ratatouille'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5130225181353132744</id><published>2007-08-26T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:49:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell down the drain...</title><content type='html'>Really.....I was taking my dog for a walk. Then I took her across to the field facing my house. There is a drain separating the field from the road. I carried her over (She's too afraid to take the leap =P )..So she runs around and I run with her...when It's time to take her back..I do the same time. I put both my hands under her body and carry over. Now..before reaching the edge of the drain..there is a gentle slope. I don't know exactly what happened. All I know is, I was carrying her..my foot was over the drain..suddenly I was falling..I immediately place my dog across the drain onto the grass and I dropped into the drain..so Now..I have a sprained left foot, a scraped left knee...and the underside of my right thigh is scraped too..this hurts the most..till now it's still stinging..I wonder how I'm supposed to sit down tomorrow..I can't walk properly either heh..I walk with both of my legs spread very wide..Like..someone kicked my *ahems*...Ugh....haven't even prepared for tomorrow O_o..*sobs and runs away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5130225181353132744?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5130225181353132744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5130225181353132744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5130225181353132744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5130225181353132744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-fell-down-drain.html' title='I fell down the drain...'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-1124970759017194260</id><published>2007-08-25T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:47:50.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constantly Reminding Urself She's Heavenly ?</title><content type='html'>( had to put in "Urself" else the word couldn't be formed o_O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD..Heh..I didn't go for Subash's class today..Woke up late..My fault. I spend the night looking up horror stories and info on that bloody number that's been circulating Malaysia.....Anyways..I don't feel bad..Splitting headache..Heck..I even had a nightmare..Dreamed that I was taking BM paper 2 test..and I couldn't finish it..Agh..the horror.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology and Chemistry are the last two subjects I haven't taken. I don't have any tips for both of them. *sighs* I just wish I could skip exams O_O...or at least take them when I'm in a good mood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, my mind's in a blank and I can't think of anything to write. So I'll get back to you later ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-1124970759017194260?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/1124970759017194260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=1124970759017194260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1124970759017194260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/1124970759017194260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/08/constantly-reminding-urself-shes.html' title='Constantly Reminding Urself She&apos;s Heavenly ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6594719501019694590</id><published>2007-08-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T23:41:32.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesn't end O_O</title><content type='html'>Ahaha..today was bad....but not _as_ bad as yesterday ^_^...I had to rush out of my house at 4.50pm cause I remembered that I had tuition at 5.15pm..nearly was late..but yeah..made it on time..after tuition, I just walked to the lake and sat for by the side for a while. Luckily, I brought my handphone and hands free kit..I could listen to my songs XD....bad thing is, the casing for my hp is broken at the side..so the cover comes out easily..A damned nuisance. When it was getting dark, I hurried home..no sense taunting the ghosts wandering about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I say it's a fine night tonight XD..The moon is very clear, (although it's in half)..And I can see the stars...It's been a long time since I've seen the stars....Heh. Anyways..it's late....I'm gonna go drink some milk and get me to bed. Nights =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6594719501019694590?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6594719501019694590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6594719501019694590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6594719501019694590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6594719501019694590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-doesnt-end-oo.html' title='It doesn&apos;t end O_O'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5816913880101739450</id><published>2007-08-20T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:41:54.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Did I break a taboo or something ?</title><content type='html'>Seriously, Today was one of the worst. First off, my Friend asks me if I want to go to the Karaoke with her..She didn't go around asking a lot of other people.. So I ask her what would happen if all a few people showed up..she just shrugged it off. So yesterday I called her, again I ask her who's going. She said so far no one's going. She says her special someone just scolded her..so Dammit..I just relented and said I'd go no matter what. She says not to worry, that she _will_ go to the karaoke, even if nobody else goes. *Did you notice the emphasis on ___WILL___ ?*...Heck..fine by me..It's been a long time since I've gone to the karaoke anyways. So I wake up the next day, check my phone, and she smsed me saying she was sorry and the whole thing was canceled. Thank you for telling me in advance. Sending me that sms at 2.am. on the same day saved me a lot of time. Yes sirree....Whatever happened to the stern _will_ that you mentioned ?..Gawd damn am I pissed XD And in she walks into tuition with her..y'know what..FUG IT!. I'm getting steamed just talking about it again...I'd have hurled obscenities at her if I hadn't had my hands free on and was listening to some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also asked this same particular girl if she was free on Wednesday to watch a movie with me. But since she changes plans as sure as the Sun sets in the West, I'm not even going to bother to ask again...I blame myself..I was just too gullible...too naive. Stupid me, for thinking that I was actually her friend.. Course, I did ask another girl in advance before her..just to see if things would work out. No dice either, the other girl has to go out with her family. Not one to deprive another of their family time, I give up too... The funny thing is, a few days ago, after I had asked them both if they could go, I had looked up at the sky and thought "..I'm already thinking that this might work...so..according to my theory, this will _not_ work because the dude who lives up in the skies never gives me some slack"...That dread feeling disappeared after a bit...but woe...woe...for it did not work out.....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other bad news? I got hit by a football..it stings a bit..and I also hurt my left shoulder blade while playing badminton with my sister..I have no idea how. It's late. But I'm sure something will happen soon...Maybe my computer will act up...It'd be the perfect ending to the worst day yet of the holidays..(although technically..today is the first). Cheers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours stupidly,&lt;br /&gt;The Ever Gullible Kent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5816913880101739450?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5816913880101739450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5816913880101739450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5816913880101739450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/5816913880101739450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/08/did-i-break-taboo-or-something.html' title='..Did I break a taboo or something ?'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-629106140501608029</id><published>2007-08-02T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T17:10:02.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*You open the door and enter*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you enter..you notice that there's a draft. Upon entering the room, you notice a portrait of a boy hanging on the wall. Below the portrait are the words "Welcome to Kent's Blog." You look around and notice that there is a large TV set in the living room. You whisper to yourself "&lt;/span&gt;..If only I had a PS3..." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You continue to the kitchen. Inside, you can see that it is a little bit cramped. Opening the cupboards, you find that there are a lot of Chinese tea leaves..evidently, the owner likes to drink tea. Inside the dated refrigerator, you find lots of chocolate.  Mostly Toblerone, but also some swiss chocolate. Leaving the kitchen, you venture upstairs. The upper flight of stairs creak as you step upon them. When you reach the first floor, you find three rooms. 1 room to your right, and 2 to your left. You decide to check the one on your right. It's locked however. You try to kick it. Unfortunately, the door is too solid. The force of your kick is reflected back to you and you fall down. Relenting, you decide to try the doors to your left. Alas! The first door on the left that you try is also locked. Remembering the door on the right side, you decide to push the door as hard as you can. Nothing happens though. You walk back a few steps, and run at full speed towards the door. You crash into it. Yet, the door still stands. You, however, just bruised your shoulders. Cursing, you try the last door. As you turn the knob, you look up towards the ceiling and breathe a word of thanks to the Gods for not locking this one. You gently tiptoe into the room. It's dark inside. At the other end of the room, you see a window covered by curtains. You push the curtain aside. The warm sunlight outside penetrates the room. You suddenly feel more relaxed. Surveying the room, you find that there is a bed in the middle of the room. Walking to it, you find that it is of  good build. A bolster and pillow set is placed neatly on it. You stifle a laugh when you notice that the set is from &lt;/span&gt;Hello Kitty&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Feeling a tad bit nosy, you approach the study desk nearby and open the drawer. Inside, you find some items such as a watch, some key chains and a necklace. Undoubtedly, they are of sentimental value. Looking around some more, you finally find a journal with the words "Kent's Diary" on the cover. Digging through it, you get to know more of the author's private life. For instance, he's a shy person. From his diary, you also understand that he is hard to crack. You can't help but grin when you see an entry in the diary that goes "&lt;/span&gt;Dear diary, There's this Form 3 girl I like but I just don't know how to talk to her..."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. Satisfied, you put the diary back in it's original place and close the door behind you. You look sharply at the two doors that are locked and swear to have revenge. Walking back to the front door, you look around and say aloud " &lt;/span&gt;Heh.."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and walk out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YEeeeaaaHH!!!...Back from the grave peeps..sorry I didn't post for so long..but it's not like anyone frequents this place..a 1 month break....Heh..loads of stuff to tell..no time to tell it ...Hope you enjoyed the thingey above..if you didn't..please don't beat me up =) Cyas folks&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-629106140501608029?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/629106140501608029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=629106140501608029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/629106140501608029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/629106140501608029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-open-door-and-enter.html' title='*You open the door and enter*'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-5644254388840578117</id><published>2007-07-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T22:26:28.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 cans of Shandy to 6 glasses of Wine =)</title><content type='html'>Before I explain the title..let me first say that the moon is brilliant tonight =)..Yesternight didn't count cause it was kinda cloudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie now..lemme see..I guess I should say what happened on the night of my birthday...Nothing much actually..we were all gonna go out and have dinner at a Japanese place but we changed at the last moment..so we had Thai food =)...One of the dishes we ordered was a kind of steamed fish..they didn't use lighted candles or something like that to heat the fish though...they used embers o_o...and the opening at the side of the thingey was towards me..my whole forehead felt warm the whole time.....as soon as the fish was taken aside..I breathed a sigh of relief =P.....since we were having Thai food..most of the dishes were spicy..and my nose was runny heh.. When we left..My nose became watery again..thinking nothing of it..I just wiped my finger over it..and ..I saw Blood!! XD..no really...My nose was bleeding (Not girl-induced please)..I reckon it was all the hot food..My mother said that I couldn't drink liquor after dinner..but I insisted..cause...come on..what else do we do with liquor ? XD..So when we got home..we opened the new bottle of Martell X.O. and had a drink....First whiff of it and I nearly couldn't breathe O_O..Strong smell....but still..fine stuff =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay..that was Wednesday XD...now for the stupid stuff on Friday....Everybody's been telling me to talk to that Form 3 girl...okay..I know..but I still need guts kay ? I asked my friend to accompany me to her class after school on Friday..I was counting on meeting her in her class or something...I didn't prepare on meeting her in the corridor....As soon as I saw her I just kept on walking..my friend kept on dragging me to stop but I was..kinda freaked out...But heck..I'm gonna try again tomorrow XD..Someone pray I actually do this please =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wahaha..1 more recap left...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended a wedding yesternight..and boy was it nice..The bridegroom's my cousin brother..and he's a cool dude..plays the saxophone and was in the march band in high school =)..anyways..the wedding was held at the Concorde Hotel...second time I've been there...and I got drunk =)....okay..not really drunk ..but kinda..ya see...when I was in Form 1..I remember going to a friend's house to celebrate..musta been her birthday party..and I remember drinking 6 cans of jolly shandy..and also getting a scolding from my mom..yesternight..I had 6 glasses of red wine ^^...I had to have that much..I had to take care of 2 of my little cousin brothers..they kept on running around O_o...anyways..I got red in the face..i always do..and I felt all woozy....When I  reached home..I just changed my clothes and went to bed..fell asleep almost immediately XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Done...heh heh..anyways..that's about it I guess...hope tomorrow turns out well =)&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5644254388840578117?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5644254388840578117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5644254388840578117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Swenson's outlet in Bukit Bintang was closed for renovation O_o..so we went to McDonald's...anticlimax huh ? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..I woke up (kinda) early today and shaved..I still look funny when I'm shaved -_-....School wasn't bad..cept that I got in trouble with Fahry again..My fault again..I'm stupid..*Yes, we know*....heh..The guys of course had a birthday bash...And then we all had another bash for Brian...Sorry man =P......they knew about the Form 3 girl whom I think is really pretty (Heck..she's beautiful &gt;_&lt;...)..and asked her to meet me in class...Needless to say..I fleed o_O..I just wouldn't know what to say =P...She now knows me by the name.."Mr. Wong" XD....We didn't finish the NiE thingey in time...gawd..and the English teacher was after us the whole day &gt;_&lt;...and then we didn't do the English Presentation work properly either....In the end..she told us to do it again ..Ergh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school to play badminton..Gawd..I still don't know why I joined the competition...It's a lost cause OO...So many talented dudes......There's a Form 1 cheerleader who ain't bad..she's quite pretty too I guess =p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...going out for dinner tonight....and then to get ...tipsy =P..Cyas dudes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-8998432372076353601?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/8998432372076353601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=8998432372076353601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8998432372076353601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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are bruised from hitting the wall =)...Couldn't get my sejarah correction finished...we also didn't do the NiE work we were supposed to...And my group has to present some stuff on Tenses tomorrow...teh gawds aren't helping me today -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School announced that exams start on the 6th of August..That's my father's birthday..so my idea is..I get drunk on fine wine on his birthday..and take the exams while still fighting off a hangover ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-5553954506684142226?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/5553954506684142226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=5553954506684142226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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and asks me to consider buying the original version..for one thing..the original version is more expensive..and the GOTY edition has special items..and this is my fuggin first purchase...make it special man =(....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's always like this...get my hopes high on something..and it's bound to fail...like last year....well...that's another story..altogether...the main thing is..It seems I ain't getting GW anyhoos..might as well wait for GW2 then...heh...My heart feels like it's in my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7125051405127998330?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7125051405127998330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Still Of The Night</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep heh..but mebbe that's cause I fell asleep at 7.30 and woke up at 12.30 earlier =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened today...Cause not a lot of teachers came in for class..The School Co-Op had a sale going on the whole day...some of the teachers were helping out....the other teachers had a meeting the whole day...shockingly..Loga decided to come in during our moral period and taught us some History O_O Then during Co-co I was running from the table tennis room to the office looking for the teacher and to hand in the cards...I only got to play for ..I think 5 minutes heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie now..I'm gonna go game a bit..Listening to oldies now..And I'm getting really mixed emotions OO..so nights folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-4183890995172377044?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-4234923728130703049</id><published>2007-06-17T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:40:40.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Daddy's Day</title><content type='html'>Yeah..too all the fathers out there..Happy Father's Day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad woke up with a bad stomach today heh..He said it must've been the food we ate yesterday..So he said that we most probably wouldn't be eating out tonight..at least....not the expensive type..He said that we'd eat out on my birthday ( which is getting nearer and nearer XD )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after tuition, I came back and helped my dad with the garden. Heavy work...the vases were very heavy O_O..I got to use the drill..but I didn't have anything to drill into -_-.....after about an hour...my dad went out to fetch my mother..and I cleaned up after him...unfortunately..I dropped a glass bottle..and I had to clean up again heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're not gonna be having any liquor tonight..Maybe next time then..Nights all =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-4234923728130703049?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/4234923728130703049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=4234923728130703049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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classes haven't been altered..I like to think the whole school protested about the extra time to be spent at school..so yeah...we still get to leave at 12 on Fridays...weee XD....however...I Got all my subject results already..based on school standards..it seems I've failed Biology..I'm kinda bummed..cause..y'know..Biology..that specific chapter..yeah =( *heh heh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..Guild Wars hasn't arrived at my doorstep yet..I wonder how long it'll take pcgame to restock it ?..Cause man..I'm getting kinda bored lately..I can only play so many games of Quake 3...And my hard disk is getting full &gt;_&lt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember saying my dream rig costing about 10k..Scratch that..after going a bit more overboard..I'll need 13k..y'all can start donating anytime , 'kay ?..And oh yeah..Somebody please make Borders open all the copies of Dragon Ball..I need to read them all..I missed out on DB when I was a kid..I'm making up for lost time here =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst news..I've found out that the girl I like most likely has a boyfriend already...or she at least already likes another dude...So now..I don't know what to do..I suppose I can now breathe a sigh of relief..Cause I know for damn sure she won't consider me..and sooner or later..the butterflies in my stomach will fly away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last news (XD)..tomorrow's Father's Day ^^..We're going to celebrate..no idea where..All I know is we're gonna open a bottle o' X.O. =) Can't wait...Cheers now :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-260869049452069792?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/260869049452069792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=260869049452069792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/260869049452069792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/260869049452069792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-nearly-forgot-again-xd.html' title='I nearly forgot again XD'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-8584921222625873451</id><published>2007-06-12T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:44:42.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And time....goes by.....so quickly....</title><content type='html'>Mweh heh heh...Holidays are over..School has restarted..And I'm still single (No questions there XD)...The holidays were weird to say the least.....And I'm not going into detail lol...The only thing is that I went to Thailand on the first Friday of the holidays and came back on Sunday..Bought some stuff..specifically an album and a Button-up shirt..nothing else....Oh yeah..bought a set of Butterfly table tennis nets..But that's it..because I couldn't find any Original games worth buying XD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school with mixed emotions yesterday....it lasted for only a while though..cause heh...a few minutes among the guys and I was all right already....I mean..as all right as a guy who wants to talk to a girl but doesn't have the guts to can be =)....Of course..there was bad news..First of all..we already knew that Pn. Mazuva would be leaving us..well..she's gone..I'll miss her...She's so open-minded and fun..now..a woman called Pn. Akmar is going to teach is Biology...God I hope I don't fail..second bad news...They've extended the class periods on Friday!! Now..we only get to leave at 12.30..half an hour later than before..Daym that ..headmistress -_-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ordered Guild Wars...of course..when/if (=P) I save enough I'll get Factions and Nightfall too..not to mention their soon to be coming expansion "Eye Of The North"...but then I saw on their website that Guild Wars 2 (Yes.. 2 ! TWO!!) will be coming out in 2008 or sometime then.......At that moment..my head was screaming expletives....On another note..I saw an article that states that the popular Dragon Ball franchise will now include a MMORPG..slated for beta testing next year..I think..Heh..I've gotten hooked on Dragon Ball.. never mind that it's been a long time and ...I love it..Heh..I even went to Borders and finished reading the English translated version of it..only Dragon Ball though...not Dragon Ball Z.....So now..my wish list is =&lt;br /&gt;1) Studio Ghibli Collection&lt;br /&gt;2) Slam Dunk anime&lt;br /&gt;3) Dragon Ball manga and anime&lt;br /&gt;4)Masked Rider series (blush)&lt;br /&gt;5)A girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;6)..10k in cash..cause my dream rig costs about that much =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The fifth one can be ignored..I could strike the lottery before that happened =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jah..That's about it..I'm still dreading the Exam Results...*shivers*...I haven't failed any subjects  and I hope I won't....Heh..well that's about it..Cheers =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..final bad news...P.J. is now the first 2 periods on Thursday..this automatically means that we lose the first period..don't ask why..anybody from SBS should understand...Again...woe is us =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-8584921222625873451?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/8584921222625873451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=8584921222625873451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8584921222625873451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/8584921222625873451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/06/and-timegoes-byso-quickly.html' title='And time....goes by.....so quickly....'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6129210067535267849</id><published>2007-05-22T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T23:05:38.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*3 more days..heh*</title><content type='html'>3 more days till the holidays start..can't wait..to get away from my class =)..got BI results today..twas like crap..I wanted to scold myself....Urgh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...the books I ordered through the school came today..Everyone keep away from the Love Poems book O_o......it's kinda the only book worth reading among the 4 books I ordered..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...the dudes on "Heroes" can do tons of stuff..read minds...become invisible..even fly..but me? I have the ability ...to Piss Off A Girl in the blink of an eye...Seriously..tell me which girl you want to piss off..and I guarantee I can piss her off quickly..I have a knack for it =)..This particularly works well if I know the girl..(Works even better if I *sentence deleted for security reasons*)..So yeah..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thingey..ever been chased by a frog ? Cause I was earlier..I had to dump some stuff in the drain...then something black jumped out..and kept on jumping at me to my door....*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6129210067535267849?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6129210067535267849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6129210067535267849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6129210067535267849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6129210067535267849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-more-daysheh.html' title='*3 more days..heh*'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7908491026948521329</id><published>2007-05-21T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:36:54.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need some treatment</title><content type='html'>I blew it today..I was thinking about being cheerful and all that "positive thinking" crap people talk about today...Guess I kinda went overboard....So now..The shit hath hit the fan..I'm screwed ....I didn't mean to really..but I guess..it still happened...Argh...I feel like hitting the wall..(Already did that..lost some skin on my finger heh)....I'm sorry &gt;_&lt;..In..other news...they say it's either good luck or bad luck when either your left or right eye twitches..(Forgot which to which)..So what's it mean when both o' your eyes twitch ? Cause dammit..Mine twitched like hell when I was talking to a girl O_o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez..so much for a good start of the week..Damn you Kent...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7908491026948521329?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7908491026948521329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7908491026948521329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7908491026948521329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7908491026948521329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-some-treatment.html' title='I need some treatment'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-3778667577891033892</id><published>2007-05-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:12:17.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*emerges from the battlefield of pen,pencil and test pads*</title><content type='html'>Bwahaha..Exams are over..for the time being..I didn't even post the whole time....because I was afraid that I would cry over the damned stupid stuff I wrote down ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*In the first place..the chef should already have his own pot or the kitchen should already have one suitable for use..but since the restaurant was ransacked last night...all the pots have been broken..so let's help the chef make a new one ^^*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..the holidays start in a week...and then..fug..preparation for another exam..(..preparation for the other guys anyways..I can't prepare oO)..And no..I'm still failing in relationships =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah..I'm gonna start buying books from Borders now....I musta read every browsing copy of Wolverine comics there..But no..I'm not buying comics..At first I wanted to buy Icewind Dale stories..Hardcover..But it's hard enough to find the books in chronological order...Plus..the price for each one is around..Rm100+...I checked..and there are at least 15 books....*shivers*...Borders also has the complete collection of Calvin and Hobbes comics from 1985-1995..That'd be Rm600......And I don't got no money :'(.....Soooo..I'm settling for 3 Halo novels..got the first one already..gotta get another one soon..in the mean time..happy gaming peeps =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*..Heh..Manchester United Vs Chelsea on now........EMMM YOU!!!!!!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-3778667577891033892?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3778667577891033892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/3778667577891033892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/05/emerges-from-battlefield-of-penpencil.html' title='*emerges from the battlefield of pen,pencil and test pads*'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6140427912000243095</id><published>2007-04-30T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:40:09.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*ish sick*</title><content type='html'>Yeah um..many days of running in the (heavy) rain and then sitting in an air conditioned room for a few hours waiting for my uniform to dry and then only getting to shower might be the cause of me being sick..I'm not completely sure though XD...My whole body aches..I have a sore throat and  I keep on coughing up phlegm  in the morning..not fun..exams are 'round the corner..I haven't prepared =P (not by a long shot O_O )...Time to pray ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6140427912000243095?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-2799424774205372879</id><published>2007-04-24T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T22:57:09.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Agh..</title><content type='html'>Jeah..too lazy to post these few days..kinda moody XD...Anyways..Went for a performance on Saturday at the HGC Hall..Interact club thingey by 7 schools in PJ..Twasn't bad...Girls there were dressed nicely and their English was....well..nevermind =)...After the performance we were going to celebrate my friend's birthday (She was in the performance)..But then she said that her friends had organized a surprise party for her..So she asked if we would mind going to Jaya in SSJ or somewhere..So we (not her..she had things to do first..so she arrived relatively drier than us to the station) ran in the rain to the Asia Jaya lrt..Mind..soaking wet I was..and when we just reached the entrance of Jaya..she has to go back cause her parents were bugging her..So we took the lrt back to KLCC where her parents were going to fetch her..On the whole I spent a load o' money on transport..shoulda bought the RM7 one day pass..But how was I to know ?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happend on Sunday and yesterday..just n00rmal routine stuff..today though...was different..the guys will pay for applying a plier to my nipples..OO And we kinda upset Pn. Mazuva...But it was alright I guess..stayed back a bit for Biology extra class...8 came XD..then after extra class went to Pudu to buy some stuff..ran like hell in the rain to TS and lurked around Borders...Ahhhh...Nights then =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-2799424774205372879?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/2799424774205372879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=2799424774205372879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2799424774205372879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/2799424774205372879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/04/agh.html' title='Agh..'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-7356887414357020634</id><published>2007-04-19T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:42:26.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad week heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's not been a very good week for me &gt;_&lt;...For reasons best kept to myself anyways...I racked my brain to try and do an essay today at school..no dice....hate myself for being like this XD...But I think I'm feeling alright now..so ...WEeEEeeE =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other thingeys..I watched Wild Hogs on Tuesday night at 1Utama..very funny..It's great to see the 4 comedians..and the police officer (one of the doctors from Scrubs) is hilarious =)...I'd recommend it to anyone who needs a laugh...Gawd knows I need some..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...they say that there are physics extra classes now after school on Thursday and Fridays...too bad I can't stay back for em cause I have tuition at Berjasa...Then Pn. Mazuva says that there'll extra classes for Biology on Thursday or Fridays too....Couldn't take the bad schedule..So I bugged her yesterday during Coco and she agreed that she'd try and conduct the extra classes on Tuesdays.....Yay..but I'll still be freakin tired...Neways fellows..that's all for tonight..I'm exhausted..g'night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-7356887414357020634?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/7356887414357020634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=7356887414357020634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7356887414357020634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/7356887414357020634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/04/bad-week-heh.html' title='Bad week heh'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34466708.post-6556893767710895413</id><published>2007-04-16T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T21:33:06.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse you Rain!</title><content type='html'>I'm cursing both the rain and also that korean dude..but we won't be talking about the dude..we'll be talking about the wee droplets today...Why ? Because after running like a demon possessed to a friend's car (I had my hands up in the air and I screamed " GET OUT OF THE BLOODY WAY!! THERE'S A BOMB IN MY PANTS!!" all the way to the car )...okay no I didn't..but I did run as fast as I could..when my friend and her mother got in the car..I rushed to the car kinda wet..but not TOO Wet...so her mom dropped me off at the traffic light and lent me her umbrella..Things weren't too bad..sure..the moment I stepped my foot out of the car my shoe got wet cause the waterlevel was rising at the particular part of the road..but hey..no biggie..I cross the road to the opposite traffic light..The first foot I put on the grass and 'whoosh'...I fell down...*Way to go Kent..you've just embarrassed yourself in front of a pretty girl..and Also her mother OO*..Not looking back..and ignoring the pain..I picked the umbrella and ran towards home..you could say that after the fall..avoiding the rain was a waste of time..cause I was already all wet....I've already taken a bath..my schoolbag is wet and my uniform has leaves and grass all over it...My right hand and my back also hurt..So yeah..curse you, Rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Seriously...I fuggin fell down at a bloody traffic light at a crossroads..viewers from all sides.....I can hear the commentators now "Great Scot! He just dived! Call the referee !!"*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Though..maybe they didn't notice that I fell........yeah right.... in the same way other people don't notice if you keep on scratching your crotch in public -_-...(which I do _NOT_ do XD)**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34466708-6556893767710895413?l=kentthegent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/feeds/6556893767710895413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34466708&amp;postID=6556893767710895413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6556893767710895413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34466708/posts/default/6556893767710895413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kentthegent.blogspot.com/2007/04/curse-you-rain.html' title='Curse you Rain!'/><author><name>Stryder</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05134351300107140663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v447/Lonestrider/19112007445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
