<?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-1242760095442558432</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:40:04.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing Me Something New.</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily rants, Music, and Stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-9057731727578923969</id><published>2010-06-23T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:26:21.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously don't know what am I doing here typing. I'm just too bored I guess. I don't have much readers anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, life has been pretty much the same. So much has happen and wow it's mid June already. I'm going back in a month. I can't wait. I'd been away from home for almost half a year now. And yea I miss home and my friends back there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, college has been a real pain in the ass. Like seriously mad. I have tons of assignments but yea it's over already. I'm the last minute kind of person. I can't be bothered by the assignments until a week or a few days before it's due date. But yea people always say doing it early won't hurt, and you might even get good marks but too bad i'm really lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My guitar. Oh my guitar. It's completely hopeless. It's broken on the inside. Well, it's still playable but it's not playable on the amplifier anymore. It's a semi-acoustic. Takamine. I don't understand what and how it was broken. I've never dropped it. But ah, I don't miss it. I'm actually kinda happy that I have a good reason to get a new guitar. I would fix it but it cost half the price of what I paid for the guitar to fix it so there really isn't a point. I'm thinking Taylor acoustic or maybe Ibanez Jazz guitar :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Basketball. I'm playing it again. And i took up futsal again too. It's been a while since i played futsal. I can't remember when was the last time i played it. I still suck. I just like to run I guess. It takes my mind off things. And lose weight hahaha. I need to burn some fats man. Sitting at home, going to classes, eat, sleep and sleep isn't healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, I went to jogging earlier. I saw these kids and their family playing at the park. That got me thinking back then when i was young why my parents don't do that. It's kinda sad cause I really wish I could then I would be really close to them. As we got older, things like that don't happen anymore. When we were younger they are always busy and when we got older we get busy doing our own things. Well, that's pretty much what life is I guess. No use bragging I can't go back and change things lol. But sometimes it's nice to see how happy the kids are when they are having fun with their family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And another thing is, people who thinks he/she is "cool" to always tease, diss or doing something mean to other people. I clearly don't see what's the point of doing this. That person is just going to get him/herself into trouble doing it. It's okay if it's just for laughs once in a while but you gotta know when to stop and not cross the line. People has feelings too you cross the line then that's trouble you're looking for. Guess people like this won't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's about it. kbye.&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/1242760095442558432-9057731727578923969?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/9057731727578923969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/9057731727578923969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/06/and-im-back.html' title='And I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-3664389533141999239</id><published>2010-05-09T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T01:49:17.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Friends and Family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I swear to god i wanted to update but&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;always either sleeping or out. There's so much that happened last week. Darren came over for a week and yea I was always out to practice with Crys and Steph for the Artista open mic night. It's definitely an awesome week. Well the performance went well. It's a really good experience. I meet a lot of new people and really they can all sing. They are damn good singers and songwriters. Well practically it isn't about the competition there. People there just enjoy the music performed by the bands whether it is their original or covers. No one will kick you off stage even if you suck cause at least you got the guts to go up. As for me, I&amp;nbsp;accidentally&amp;nbsp;chuckle when i was singing thanks to the one of the guys. They kept shouting and kept calling me cute and says that they want to pinch my cheek. Wtf. I want to give thanks to you all for coming that night. Really means like a lot to me. And Roy for taking awesome pictures bro.&amp;nbsp;I don't have much to update. Mid term exams are like in 2 weeks time. And&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;still not doing anything. I'm too lazy. Anyway that's it i guess. And if you're heading to Artista next week please to vote :) bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S-WjTB3-zhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vfL4XJgsedU/s1600/29300_418363638114_573708114_5336623_7951340_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S-WjTB3-zhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vfL4XJgsedU/s400/29300_418363638114_573708114_5336623_7951340_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Picture taken by Roy Lim :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S-WjTB3-zhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vfL4XJgsedU/s1600/29300_418363638114_573708114_5336623_7951340_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S-WjUysMY7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E19s2Nf9v0Q/s1600/29300_418363603114_573708114_5336621_956965_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S-WjUysMY7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/E19s2Nf9v0Q/s400/29300_418363603114_573708114_5336621_956965_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-3664389533141999239?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3664389533141999239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3664389533141999239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-friends-and-family.html' title='Of Friends and Family.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S-WjTB3-zhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vfL4XJgsedU/s72-c/29300_418363638114_573708114_5336623_7951340_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-9097741376331356628</id><published>2010-04-27T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T00:26:27.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Give Me Something.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, i didn't go class today. Mainly cause I'm too tired and kinda sick. Secondly, i overslept lol and thinking it's not Monday. I suddenly feel like blogging about a lot of things. No idea why. But probably this is the only place i can like you know get my thoughts off my head.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I realise a lot of people is like changing. Like really changing into people that i don't even recognize&amp;nbsp;any more. Sure we've been out of contact for some time but in just like what? A short while they are turning into people who forgets their old friends. That just sucks. Like really. At least i got the heart to you know like ring them up once in a while to talk and catch up. When they're all alone they will come back to you. This happens all the time. And also it happens to everyone I suppose. It's hard to have just like few people to be your really good friends. Well, what the hell am I saying anyway. Meeting new people is nice too and who knows how they could change your life ey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another type of people I would like to rant. The people who you don't talk too often and don't really see much who actually suddenly out of the flying blue talks to you and asks you things and they uses the biggest word in the conversation. The word is "Trust". It's a simple word yet it can be really powerful if you know what i mean. So for example, Guy A has problems so Guy B is a person he barely knew and he is just interested in what's going on with him and so he start talking to him hoping that Guy A will tell him his problems or whatever it is. So when Guy A refuses to say anything Guy B says, don't worry man you know you can "Trust" me. Lol, i've been into situations like this a million times. I'm sure most of you have been through this too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, there's this place in Kuala Lumpur. In Damansara. The place is called Tropicana City/Mall or whatever it is. There's a&amp;nbsp;restaurant/bar that has this thing every Wednesday night. It's called Indie Night. It's for all bands and one man band, to go up there and perform as you like and when you like starting from 10.30pm until closing time. So if those who are interested just drop by there and perform. For the bands all you have to do is just bring your band mates and instruments (guitar,bass,or whatever you guys use except for drums,they have it there) and start playing up there and those who is coming alone all you have to do is just bring your guitar,keyboard or whatever that is you're using. You don't have to pay and it's good for promoting your band. And who knows you might get lucky right? So yea, remember only on Wednesday night, 10.30pm. I'm not sure what the place is called i'll update again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, for those who is going to the gig this Friday. It's actually on Thursday i'm sure you guys and girls know lol. It's my bad lol, i thought it was a Friday. So yea, If you all want any tickets just look me up on Msn, facebook , call me up or anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theworldiswonderful,butican'tfeelitrightnow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-9097741376331356628?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/9097741376331356628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/9097741376331356628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-give-me-something.html' title='You Give Me Something.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-3517163025239735355</id><published>2010-04-25T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T03:29:43.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Is A Terrible Thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Really truth is never a good thing. The truth hurts. It always does. Some might bring you know happy endings and some can just really hurt you like a bitch. I'm not doing so well lately. I find out things that I should know yesterday. And shit is the person that doesn't even give a care about my life or even barely hangs out with me actually told me and thinking that I knew. Man, it's not about someone died or anything it's not that severe but still I feel like shit after getting that news into my head. Yes, i'm fine indeed. I still am happy and all but thing is i felt so disrespected, disappointed, and degraded. And some feelings i just don't know what the hell it is. I have no right to stop you but please have respect for me and yourself cause i have respect for you. Like hell, you think i'm all good when things didn't work out. I'm sad it didn't and it's for the good cause anyway. Did it fair and square without pointing at each other saying whose wrong or right. Gee, really i'm sorry to my friends for like shouting and all. I could've shout at her but she just isn't there if she was lol i don't know what can happen seriously. Fuck this shit i can't be fucked by it anymore. "You" don't tell me you're not ready to tell me, cause in the end it's you who has to face the shits and not me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, enough about all this shit. So, i'm feeling really tired lately. As usual lol, and i started my assignments just like a quarter which is bad cause it's due Monday. And yea i swear i'll do it tomorrow. And yay finally i got gym partners. Sucks going to the gym alone like really. So, lately there's so much shit going on for me. Like really a lot of surprising shits. And lol i went to a bloody beach in like 3am in the morning yesterday. Like&amp;nbsp;literary sat there and spaced out with the gang. It's not much but you know it's fun. And i seriously thank you guys and girl lol yea you know who you are:) for being such nice people and you know cool me off lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm performing next Friday. Venue will be like released tomorrow or Monday. Eh people, i know you all read my blog so if you're in KL please Msg me for ticket enquiries. I need to earn some bucks :) and be nice people the money goes to Charity. Haha. Anyway bye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;That night i slept, on your side of the bed. So it was ready when you get home.We're like noughts and crosses in that. Opposites always attract. - You Me At Six : Always Attract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-3517163025239735355?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3517163025239735355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3517163025239735355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/04/truth-is-terrible-thing.html' title='Truth Is A Terrible Thing.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1520917113047088702</id><published>2010-04-23T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T01:27:45.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Me Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm flooded with assignments. Like a lot of assignments. Some are due next week and some in weeks time and some in months. I promise myself i'll do it like in advance so i got more time to you know chill. But lol i doubt i will i'm lazy like really lazy. I got piano,organ,mandolin and guitar classes every Wednesday,Friday and Saturday. I got class from 8am till 4pm on Monday till Thursday. I barely get enough sleep. Every time I come home, i get on the computer and then i take a nap i always ended up waking up like the next morning. I'm actually considering my life kinda healthy you know. I wake up 6am, for 8am classes lol. And i sleep like so damn early like 5 or 6-ish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, as you can see my life is pretty much boring. I finally got out of my prison today and went to catch a movie with the gang. Watched "The Losers". And man i dare say it's so damn awesome and it's really funny too. It's a must watch really. And of course "Kickass" too. There's a lot of good movies this year and there's more to come like "Toy Story 3" and etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S9CFW1d0ceI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2PTobxZZlbo/s1600/the-losers_poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S9CFW1d0ceI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2PTobxZZlbo/s400/the-losers_poster.jpg" width="258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;MUST WATCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, i read the paper few days back. And one of the articles really kinda bugged me. It's about this businessman i don't remember what his name was. I think it was Barker i think. So this guy, he built a bunker. Reason to that cause he believes that 2012 will come. I mean who am i to say anything about a person's beliefs. Anyway, he decides to gather the smart people in different&amp;nbsp;professions like Engineer, Architect, or whatever there is to be in the bunker with him during 2012. If it does happens that is, or if that he even survives lol. So his plan was is it does happens, then you know after that he could use the brains of those he gathered to rebuild the society. And not only that those that he gather will have to pay i don't know how many hundred thousand but if i'm not wrong i think it is about a hundred and sixty thousand? I don't wanna judge this guy but you know it's smart and the same time i think it's kinda dumb. Well it's just my point of view anyway. If we're going to die i say we live life to the fullest. What say you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, i'm rotting. Ah, gonna have Friends Marathon :) Joey is the shit hahaha. Kbye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-1520917113047088702?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1520917113047088702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1520917113047088702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/04/shit-me-not.html' title='Shit Me Not.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S9CFW1d0ceI/AAAAAAAAAD4/2PTobxZZlbo/s72-c/the-losers_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-292098587373780579</id><published>2010-04-20T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:07:57.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Always Something Beautiful In This Ugly World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so lazy to update my blog. I'm struggling seriously. I hate classes like seriously. I always fall asleep&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i get home. So yea&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;not always on the computer. Nothing much to update anyway. Practically going classes everyday. But i realize something, drama happens more often in College than in High school. People start to you know get pissed at one another and spreads false rumour or maybe it could be true about each other to those who usually stand in between. I consider myself one of the in between people. I mean yea there are rumour about me but i don't really give a care. Not like those people whom he/she talks to know me better than i know myself lol. The group in my classes are starting to shrink one person after another changes their class, or even leaves the course. We're all 19-23 now and still shit like this happens. See how 1 person can do so much to people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Funny story. Yesterday i had English Class. I was taking pictures with my friend's camera. So the lecturer shot me telling me not to. My excuse was oh this is going to be my last semester and i'm going to leave to Australia so i'm taking pictures for memories and stuff like that. She bought it and the funny thing is there's this girl lol she dislikes me like really much ever since i scolded her for backstabbing her groupmates and causing them to like getting really low marks when it's her fault. So when i said that i'm going Australia she shouted to herself "YES". She doesn't have a clue i'm actually not going lol. I didn't know one of the guys sitting next to her told me. What an Ass right. Dramasss tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, mum came over to KL 2 days ago to make her VISA for her US trip. Kinda like it with her around, the house isn't that quiet and you know the house and my room is so clean lol. Amazing how things could be when there's a woman in the house lolol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, i'm kinda busy lately so i'll rarely update. And i'll be performing next 2 weeks time. I'm like losing it. Didn't practice for so long. Anyways, sleep time people. Ciaooo.&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/1242760095442558432-292098587373780579?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/292098587373780579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/292098587373780579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-always-something-beautiful-in.html' title='There&apos;s Always Something Beautiful In This Ugly World.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-3394907030101521307</id><published>2010-04-13T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:45:39.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth While.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So,it's my second week of class and it's not getting any better. Like really not even close to good. It's really tiring stressful and annoying. First is the lecturers then the subjects and then comes the assignment. I don't get enough sleep at all. Monday to Wednesday is like going high school for me. I have to wake up at 6 and get ready by 6.30 to leave for classes. It's like when i'm in MN back then. Sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately. I pretty much feel so lost. I don't know what should i do or say. I don't want to say the wrong thing and at the same time i don't want to make it feel like as if i'm fooling around which i'm not. I've already showed so much obvious hints even people who don't hang around often with me realizes and i hope you do too cause that saves up so much of my time to figure out what should i say. Sit and talk is always my thing but probably not this time. I get scared sometimes lolol. I thought i was ready lolol, but i'm not. Like not even close. I don't feel a single thing like as if it never happened at all. I don't see why i'm not doing anything about it when i should. Whatever la happy endings is just a fairy tale. Not that there isn't but you know like really nice ones haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think i'll go to sleep. I swear i can sleep anywhere like even in the toilet. Imagine if you only get less than 6 hours of sleep everyday or none at all. I seriously fall asleep in classes like every 5 minutes. Anyway that's about it. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-3394907030101521307?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3394907030101521307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3394907030101521307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/04/worth-while.html' title='Worth While.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7581193513762144749</id><published>2010-04-11T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T04:06:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offensive Much?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, i officially hate my classes this semester. The lecturers can be a pain in the butt. Seriously. I don't know if they're racist or like dislike me but they treat me like shit. I enjoy the subjects but not the lecturers. All of them are so strict and i got like tons of assignments due in 3 weeks time and i haven't even started any.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's this one lecturer. She teaches me business maths. So what happened was I was late for class like 10 minutes late that is. So i walked in i said Hi to her since you know i'm polite. From what I see I don't see anything wrong there i didn't&amp;nbsp;interrupt her cause she's still marking her attendance and I was late cause I was at the little boy's room lolol. So she shot me oh you say hi to me cause you're my ex-boyfriend right. So I was pretty stoned at that moment cause It's like 8 in the bloody morning. So what happened was she came over to where I'm sitting and asked me what's my name. I said oh my name is Yim. And you know what the flying F*uck happened? She bloody hell shot me by saying what your father didn't give you a proper name. I almost slapped her for that. It's so rude to insult other people's name. It's not only impolite it's kinda racist as if her indian name is that nice. At least i didn't insult her name ey. Bitch. Bitch. Sorry but really she's a bitch and imagine i have to go through 4 long months with that muda bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, i'm kinda worried lolol. If she has something against me i'll be damned really. I don't see her doing things like that to Surain. Asswipe la her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So anyway, i went out with the gang on Friday night. And we went to this pub/club/bistro or whatever it is. We are suppose to go to Brussels which is a bar but ended up Opiumm which is kinda like a club. I don't know what it is but there's pole dancers lolol. So the guys were excited especially Sina but yea you know someone is there so i didn't get to enjoy much of it lolol Jokes. It was fun we played dare and dare and they guys had to go up and do pole dancing which was friggin&amp;nbsp;hilarious&amp;nbsp;lol. It was a fun night overall. See that's the kind of places we guys should go to during a guy outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, i swear to god i can hardly sleep lately. I don't know why. I get nightmares everytime i fall asleep. soyeabye.&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/1242760095442558432-7581193513762144749?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7581193513762144749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7581193513762144749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/04/offensive-much.html' title='Offensive Much?'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5535131549339019030</id><published>2010-04-05T04:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:57:24.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like A Waltz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, i have a guys night out on Friday, 2nd April 2010 with Hamse, Sina, Omer, Nicholas, Raul, Andre and Azrul. And the whole point of this night out is to make a tribute for Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother. For those who watched it would understand but for those who doesn't Barney Stinson always has this saying "suit up" meaning he suit up fully formal to pick up girls. So we did that on that night we had everyone suit up. But the thing is guys that are taken aren't allowed to hit on girls but are only allowed to be a wingman for single guys. Wingman means help them to get the girls they want if the guy needs help. In reality he is gay but shit he is like awesome in the series. We went down to Changkat to chill at the bars there. Most of the guys are high and yea we had fun. It's not a really like "best night ever" but you know it's a memorable one and yea i think there's more to come.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today's rant will be people who complains a lot like really a lot. See i don't want to mention names but i do know people who complain almost every minute they are talking. Like even the smallest thing that doesn't affect him or her he/she would like to complain and make a big fuss out of it. See i don't mind that they complain but thing is i have to listen to their pointless rants all the time. If it has something to do with life sure why not but why complain when you can't do anything about it. Plus be more considerate man, don't always think for yourself. Try thinking in our shoes sometimes. It's not that difficult you know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, my classes are starting today. I got 6 Subjects this semester. I can feel it's going to be bloody hectic and shit there is accounting and maths. I'm looking forward to new subjects like marketing and all. But not numbers they scare the shit out of me everytime. So anyway, i got my results and apparently i did good. Like better than what i expected it would be. Got a B for Economics and i got a C for my Malaysian Studies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah, i always get this question from the people in KL. They always ask me whether i'm homesick or not. Actually no i don't feel homesick. The only reason i went back because i want to see my friends and all. If they aren't there i probably won't bother to go back. And for those who don't know i'll be going back probably late July.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, anyway thats all folks. Chao outside lolol.&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/1242760095442558432-5535131549339019030?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5535131549339019030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5535131549339019030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-like-waltz.html' title='It&apos;s Like A Waltz.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-476271114918674194</id><published>2010-04-05T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T04:40:17.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams Beyond Imagination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't sleep. I woke up from a really bad dream. So bad that I am scared to go back to sleep. I used to have this dream for like a year now. I get it often now a days i don't know why but it scares me. Something that i never wish that it'd happen in my life. Something that i can never get over if it does. It scares the shit out me of me in my dreams what more if it happens in reality.&amp;nbsp;&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/1242760095442558432-476271114918674194?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/476271114918674194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/476271114918674194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/04/dreams-beyond-imagination.html' title='Dreams Beyond Imagination.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6510715658183142239</id><published>2010-03-30T02:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T04:11:10.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Way Hoe Say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, it's my last week of holidays and i'm waiting for my results to come out. Kinda worried about Malaysian Studies. No way i'm retaking that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fucked up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;subject. It's a waste of time and they actually told us that it is about Malaysia's Economic history lol. What a waster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, i came up with a quote.&amp;nbsp;Confucius quote number #2 "A lyricist shouldn't be ashamed to share his songs to the world whether or not it sounds good or bad. Every lyricist should be proud of their work and sing it gracefully." Well maybe not gracefully but something else lolol.See pretty good ey. Of course only 1 person knows about this Confucius thingy lolol. It happened quite sometime ago when that person was watching the movie Memoirs of Geisha lolol. Stupid old lady.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, didn't do anything much today besides hanging out at the studio and going over to Crys' place to chill and watch some TV. I don't know why i don't watch TV at home but i watch at other people's place lol. And one thing i dislike about me i need to watch something to go to sleep. I can't just fall asleep like everybody else cause i think too much and yea the comedy or some movies will take things off my mind. Even when i'm like so bloody tired i still need something to watch in order to put me to sleep. It'll take at least like an hour or two if i don't have anything to watch if i want to fall asleep. Man....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate how people can change. Once upon a month they treat you like you're their close friend and etc. Next thing you know he/she is taking a knife stabbing your back or spreading shit rumors that isn't true about you. And i thought i'm the one with no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well i babble too much lolol. No one is perfect anyway. So goodnight. Bye. Bye. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Confucius quote number #1 "Eat when you're hungry". Dedicated to you know who you are hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-6510715658183142239?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6510715658183142239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6510715658183142239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-way-hoe-say.html' title='No Way Hoe Say.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6759654487214290981</id><published>2010-03-29T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T01:11:25.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm No Longer BROKE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank god my dad came back today. Seriously if he didn't i would be eating biscuits until he does. My wallet is like empty. Only coins left in it. Well now that he's back there's so much i need to do now that i have money for petrol lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Damn, yesterday was an awesome night indeed. Out with the guys, Hamse, Nicholas and Omer for football and some drinks. Can't wait for next Friday night. It'll be legen..wait for it...dary. Seriously all of us guys are going to suit up and we're going to make a tribute to Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother. He's awesome lolol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And I still need to like find this book for Cubase so that i can like master it like a pro. Making beats out of it isn't easy and so is editing and other things. I've been to like the biggest book stores in KL such as MPH, Times all that's left is Kinokuniya( I think that's how it's spelt) It's like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;frigginbloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; biggest book store that i've ever been to in my life. And i am pretty damn sure it's gonna take me a long time to find a book. But oh well, worth my time anyway since i paid so much for the stuffs might as well figure out how to use it properly or it'll all go to waste and my dad is gonna chop me for that lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, it's like really late now and i can't sleep again. One moment i am so bloody sleepy and the next thing u know i'm wide awake watching series on my computer. Well, probably i'll just try again. Anyway, check out my new song on youtube. And subscribe , comment and rate my videos :) Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6YdqauVpR8I"&gt;Link to the VIDEO! CLICK HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/yimmusic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Link to my Youtube Channel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-6759654487214290981?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6759654487214290981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6759654487214290981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-no-longer-broke.html' title='I&apos;m No Longer BROKE!'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1186774201339619154</id><published>2010-03-27T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:43:12.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Hypocrites and Assholes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh my, i haven't been updating my blog due to the visit of Lo and Johnson and yea&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;been really tired lately. It was really happening when they came. Not that we did anything particular. It's the car rides we had. Man, the 2 of them in the car can really shake things up. So, they left already. And things kinda got really quiet since they left. I've decided to spend the rest of the week at home cause&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;broke and my dad is coming back tomorrow. :):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm still on holiday until next week and seriously I'm&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to rot. I have nothing to do. And i don't know what to do. Actually&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;suppose to shoot the music video on Wednesday but apparently Suren was admitted to the hospital so things are postponed until he gets better. And&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;suppose to be doing a duet with Steph and yet i haven't even recorded anything yet. I'm like getting lazier and lazier lately. Thank you holidays lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, it's a Saturday and&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;feeling really lazy today. I probably would just sleep through the day. What else can i do when i am "broke". I could go out but not like i can afford anything lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And there's is this one thing that&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;really want to rant about. Are hypocrites. These are the people that i really dislike most. In front of your face they are so nice to you and all. They use the word "Trust" a little too much. Behind your back they are just like any other bastards who speaks ill of you and spread it all around with their friends. I mean,&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;not saying that i know who is speaking ill of me. I'm just saying cause&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;felt like it. It isn't the first time that&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;been ranting about it. Apparently,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;rant about it a few times already&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;think but&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;i rant about it it's always a different thing going on. So best if i just stay away from people like that ey? What a bitter disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway,&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;going to record one of my originals later it's called Love Is Everywhere. That's all that&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;giving. So latezgee. I got lots to say but i just don't seem to remember what it is :(&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/1242760095442558432-1186774201339619154?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1186774201339619154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1186774201339619154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-hypocrites-and-assholes.html' title='Of Hypocrites and Assholes.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5249535679061969758</id><published>2010-03-20T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:58:44.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, it's been like a while since i last updated. Well actually no just like 4 days i think. Anyway, i'm on holidays now. Nothing much to do during the holidays. I'm just like writing songs, fiddling with the programs and recording. Kinda, the same thing over and over again. Except that Lo and Johnson are here so yea past 2 days been hanging out with them. But i get lazy when i'm out with them and like really tired. Suppose i have recording today but yea the peeps is busy so i decided to do my own at home for the meantime. I'm too sick to go out anyway. I'm not feeling well. Too tired and my body aches like a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, for those who watches and listens to my songs. I sang one of my originals that is "All I Wanted". It'll be a music video in like probably weeks from now. I'll probably start filming maybe next week with the crew. So, till then stay tuned to my covers and originals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be uploading another cover later. Edwin Mccain - I'll be. It's a dedication lolol. Anyway, that's about it. I got a lot to rant about but i'm distracted by a beautiful someone. HAHAHA. Anyway bye.&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/1242760095442558432-5249535679061969758?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5249535679061969758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5249535679061969758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-found-you.html' title='I Found You.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2795147124741815399</id><published>2010-03-15T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:49:35.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Can Do is Just Sing Your Name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There, another day just pass. How fast time flies ey. And yea the first day of exam is officially over. Thank god. I think i did pretty good for Macro Economics. Like really. All my studying paid off. I won't get like an A but i think i'll get more than a pass lolol. Now all that's left is Malaysian Studies. Seriously i don't know whether to study that subject or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And a new song will be up hopefully tomorrow. It's called Fairy Tale by the way. I know the name is gay lolol but it's a really emo song and i find it quite interesting in a way. I don't know why i wrote it and how did it happen. And just so you people know i'm not sad/emo because i'm into a girl or what so ever. I'm not into anybody and i'm a happy person just that once in a while write some sad songs. It's going to be like boring if i write happy songs all of the time lolol. It's not a bad thing anyway i just write what comes into my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;And it's almost 12am. Shanna Cheah happy 17th Birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, bye. And have a good one Shanna :)&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/1242760095442558432-2795147124741815399?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2795147124741815399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2795147124741815399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/all-i-can-do-is-just-sing-your-name.html' title='All I Can Do is Just Sing Your Name.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6427449161159309533</id><published>2010-03-14T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T16:46:34.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Mixing and Editing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm like having a really terrible hang over. Hang out at The Library yesterday with the gang. And they wanted to play a drinking game so i suggested Prejudice. And i had to play too. They made me drink more than i usually take. Usually i don't even drink cause i have a allergy on alcohol. First i get rashes or worst comes to worst i choke. I got rashes when i got home but i'm too tired to care. Overall it was fun. Library is a nice place to go but the name doesn't suit the environment cause it's noisy lolol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I got my home studio already. Still learning how to use it. My room isn't soundproof yet so quality may vary at times. Waiting for my dad to come back from China and then probably he'll make my room soundproof. The programs are really pain in the ass. Like the editing and all it's not easy at all. My head can explode anytime. Luckily i have a keyboard/electric piano. If not i'll have to spend another don't know how much it'll cost but i think at least few hundreds to thousands to get a MIDI keyboard. It's use to make beats like drum beats, bass, piano and a whole lot more. Well, i hope i'll get better in time i can't really explore much lately exams is like tomorrow and i'm not even half done memorizing. I need to sleep. Woke up early today to go for group study and i'm still having a hangover. Migrainnnnn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, Jeslyn is an awesome singer. Plan to record with her yesterday but something funny came up so we all just cracked and forgotten to do it. Maybe soon. Anyway good'day all. Bye. &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/1242760095442558432-6427449161159309533?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6427449161159309533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6427449161159309533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/of-mixing-and-editing.html' title='Of Mixing and Editing.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6831644823084461552</id><published>2010-03-11T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T21:41:20.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Take You On A Flight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A really bloody tired day. I'm all out of breath. I think i'm going to be sick. Eyes are like really&amp;nbsp;swollen and i got flu and cough. Ugh, i don't think i'll be studying later i want to take a break off it lol. Tomorrow i'm officially taking off my "P" and that same goes to Suren lolol. I love Fridays. Tomorrow is Friday and it is my day :). Photoshoot tomorrow, home studio arrives tomorrow, and my P is off tomorrow and and actually yea that's about it i think. Can't think of anything else already. Suren is like a really pro poser so he'll be helping me out with the photoshoot and Milo is coming over too which means we are going to have a group study on a bloody Friday. Exams are on Monday and Wednesday. I think it is better off preparing in advance lolol i don't want to fail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm tired.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Imma go sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Enjoying&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Goldspot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Wombats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Libertines.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My favorite indie bands. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-6831644823084461552?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6831644823084461552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6831644823084461552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-take-you-on-flight.html' title='I&apos;ll Take You On A Flight.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2666001694044900367</id><published>2010-03-10T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:23:55.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Disappointment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm kinda cranky due to the bloody hot weather and man, i kinda screwed my presentation. I thought i was ready for it but in the end i was not. What worst is that i got stomach ache when i'm about to present. Damn unlucky. I was okay at first but when my tummy start to ache again oh man i start to speak like faster and faster and then i forget a few things i'm suppose to say lolol. But in the end lecturer said it was okay so oh well i know i can do better than that. And yea i wouldn't blame my stomach hahaha cause you all would just think it's an excuse. Kidding. &amp;nbsp;Ah, oh well it's over anyway better start studying for finals. I kinda hate the new campus. Parking is a rather big issue there. Like seriously, i had to park almost a kilometer away from the campus. I parked at some housing area. Takes almost 15 minutes to reach the campus by foot. Gayest shit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, Gan is the guy who will be setting my studio up said the microphone and the interface hasn't arrived yet. :( Said it would only arrive this Friday. I knew this would happen. Gee, today really isn't my day. I think i'm just gonna sleep. Tired. Anyway, good luck to all 2009 SPM candidates :D. Results out tomorrow. All the best to Bruce and my other mates back there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ciaooo. Oh and i'll upload some pictures from the presentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S5c5y7lRSqI/AAAAAAAAADg/BwR400U9xLo/s1600-h/10032010845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S5c5y7lRSqI/AAAAAAAAADg/BwR400U9xLo/s400/10032010845.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; i don't have a formal wear. This is the closest one i have. lolol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S5c6A-cHmnI/AAAAAAAAADw/KlgDdIL83FE/s1600-h/10032010852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S5c6A-cHmnI/AAAAAAAAADw/KlgDdIL83FE/s400/10032010852.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S5c5-rFFe2I/AAAAAAAAADo/Xv5ZTU1Loxw/s1600-h/10032010846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S5c5-rFFe2I/AAAAAAAAADo/Xv5ZTU1Loxw/s400/10032010846.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-2666001694044900367?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2666001694044900367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2666001694044900367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitter-disappointment.html' title='Bitter Disappointment.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S5c5y7lRSqI/AAAAAAAAADg/BwR400U9xLo/s72-c/10032010845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6873822681679741437</id><published>2010-03-10T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T00:20:49.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Hello There :).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally done with compiling the slides for tomorrow's presentation. I seriously don't know how am i going to present. I honestly just memorize everything off the lectures that's how i pass not because i understand lolol. So i need to explain about 5 minutes of something i do not know off and now i'm too sleepy to even bother reading it. And i don't have formal wear i'll sure lose marks there. Sh*t. Should have brought it back from KK i thought there won't be presentations for short semesters. Well hopefully i'll make it fine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, and my home studio is arriving tomorrow :). Finally, and now i have to find someone to sell this old computer too. No point keeping it at home anyway since everyone else is using a laptop. Apparently, i'll be getting a behringer c-3 instead of c-1 cause c-1 is out of stock. Add another RM50 for a dual sided microphone is not a bad price at all. But exams are like next Monday so i don't think i'll be fiddling around with it much until holidays come. And yes my toilet is bloody fixed like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;fucking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;finally. Apparently a shattered piece of a brick is causing all the block. And my elder brother just keep blaming me for something i did not do. As if i shit bricks jackass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another thing is. What's with the chinese girls posing like a fish, and other sorts of poses. Like seriously it's so annoying and disturbing. Once in a while pose for fun okay la. But this is like almost all the pictures. Of course my friends don't do that lolol. So i'm just saying it's stupid to pose like that. You know those girls posing with their bottom lips over their top which make them look so sadistic. Ah what the heck i don't have any say for it anyway it's their life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Suren's quote of the day : You can never trust an Indian when it comes to time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;He himself is an Indian so i think he knows them better lolol kidding. No offense to my indian friends just a private joke. Anyway good night peeps. Oh you all should really check out Goldspot. They are an awesome indie band. If you have not heard of them yet of course. Chao.&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/1242760095442558432-6873822681679741437?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6873822681679741437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6873822681679741437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-hello-there.html' title='Oh Hello There :).'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7855300754387928980</id><published>2010-03-08T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:59:56.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Loads of love around but when you're short of some. It's no where to be found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-7855300754387928980?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7855300754387928980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7855300754387928980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/loads-of-love-around-but-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-926614416894056305</id><published>2010-03-08T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:57:19.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Down, Down , Low Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Shit, i shouldn't have took that afternoon nap. I don't think i can sleep tonight this way. I can sleep now but i just ate and it's unhealthy and i'll gain weight fo sho if i sleep now. Listening to the Arctic Monkeys. Their songs are awesome. One of the indie bands that all indie lovers have to listen to like seriously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah, toilet guys came today and figure out the problem. Still it's an epic fail me and the 2 guys all ended up getting wet cause of the piping. Narrow down to 2 choices left. They said they're coming back tomorrow to poke the pipe with a&amp;nbsp;expendable&amp;nbsp;long pointing sharp stick to see whether there is anything stuck inside the pipe. Hopefully there is cause if there isn't then they're gonna have to break the toilet bowl open like really break lolol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Class tomorrow. Presentation anytime soon. Taylor's called me again today. Shit, i'm seriously wondering what they want now. My attendance is good. I do all my work :). I paid my school fees. What are they up to now. Wait i think i got Rm50 fine for not paying the school fees in time lolol. Man it's almost the end of the semester and if they are really still calling for Rm50 then they are seriously.....i don't know what that word is but i'll call it money minded lol. Who isn't anyway but it's stupid to keep calling the same person telling him the same thing yet he still don't pay why don't they just deduct from the deposit straight away. Ah, guess if that's the reason they're calling me for then i better pay them lolol. 8am classes are gay. No? Have to wake up at 6am for me and leave by 6.30am any later than that pfft i think i'll be there after class is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mistakes we all make. Have you ever think back to something you did and you suddenly felt bad or you regret ever making such mistake. I have. A lot actually. When i did it i'm all happy but like moments later let's say a year or months. I'll be thinking back to it and yea i'll always say why did i do it. A million questions in my mind and all of it ends with a why. Oh well, if it's gone it's gone anyway. I'm a person who doesn't look back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, think i'll stop. Everyday my post can be bloody long. So, have fun in school,college,university or whatever that you're doing. Latezgee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;TOILET PART 2 TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;HOME STUDIO ON WEDNESDAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-926614416894056305?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/926614416894056305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/926614416894056305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/lets-go-down-down-low-down.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Down, Down , Low Down.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2485924595293549080</id><published>2010-03-08T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T01:48:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity Just Killed The Cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another day just passed in like what seconds. Didn't do anything particular today just bank in money for the guy who will be setting my home studio to get the things and shopped a little today with the Indian LOLOL. Now i'm just home thinking what can i do? Study? Nah not today. I still wanna rest my brain until next week. Not motivated at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, i'm a very curious guy. I always very curious wanting to know something. For say you all of a sudden ask me a question when i have not talked to you for a while. And without saying hi you just like "what sort of food you like?". I'll answer and just you know ask why do you ask. It's weird cause usually people will not start off a conversation like that as if there's a motive you see. Of course that's how i look at it whether there's a motive or not i wouldn't know cause the next thing you know he/she will not reply you and that's just plain gay lolol. Even in poker if i'm very curious to know what's that person's hand i'll probably call him/her only if it's a small stake just to know what his/her hand is. Curiosity what a name it is ey. Suits the definition well lol. What the fa am i saying anyway. And yes curiosity does kill the cat like seriously. Been through it many times and just so you know if you happen to ask me something like that i wouldn't stop asking why until i get a satisfying answer :). Cause asking me at such a random time is kinda weird. Secondly, it does depends on who is asking. Thirdly, don't give me an answer like oh, just asking cause that is just suspicious. Finally, dude no one goes up to someone randomly and just ask questions like that. I mean i'm not saying it's wrong but it's not a good way to start a conversation especially to people who haven't talk to you for quite some time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A rather long rant. Anyway, home studio probably by Thursday or Friday due to the Behringer C-1 microphone is out of stock and i'm getting C-3 instead. It's better cause u can record through both sides of the diaphragm microphone usually for diaphragm it's only one side or both lolol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Curiosity pfft. It's gay. Anyway latez gee. Zynga texas hold em :D I'm all in. What say you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And no i'm not referring that rant to anyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-2485924595293549080?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2485924595293549080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2485924595293549080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/curiosity-just-killed-cat.html' title='Curiosity Just Killed The Cat.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-3487705528930277748</id><published>2010-03-06T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:33:48.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a symphony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, KL is really boring. There is a lot of things to do here but really the moment you walk out the door you will have the urge to go home. That's why usually after classes all of us don't hang out only probably for lunch and then we will all ditch for home. I performed today for the event near my house. The&amp;nbsp;committee of the place i'm staying they are having some kind of dinner party. Solo performances can be a really big pressure but i know most of the people that attend that party so it's not that bad. And i got shot for dressing so casually. I was told to dress formal but the thing is i think i either lost my formal wear or left it back in KK. And i woke up at what 3pm? No time for me to get one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, i'm going on a songwriting marathon for 3 days already. Not really working out. Seriously studying is so much easier than this. I brainstorm like for hours just to find a right words to put in. Still there's a week until that day so yea plenty of time i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, there's a question i would like to ask all of you readers. Is there anyone that you like but you can never find a way to tell him/her OR someone that you like but you can't be with OR MAYBE someone you like but he/she is taken. In situations like this. What would you peeps do? Anyway, that's all. Latez gee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh i heard there's a hailstorm going on at some part of Aussieland lol. Fun much? Jokes. Chao.&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/1242760095442558432-3487705528930277748?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3487705528930277748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3487705528930277748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-symphony.html' title='It&apos;s a symphony.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2471185203286383505</id><published>2010-03-06T04:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T04:59:02.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You know, it's amazing how your childhood friends can actually forget who you are. Not to say that i'm not one of them. But when you're hoping that, that person will remember who you are but they don't it's actually kinda&amp;nbsp;disappointing cause we practically grew up together. It's gonna be awkward anyway if you just suddenly go up and ask "hey, how are you it's been a long time" and then what if he/she shoots you back by "umm who are you?". &amp;nbsp;Now that's a situation you don't want to get yourself into right.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's Saturday and it's 5.00 in the morning. Apparently i can't sleep again. Cause i had a pretty long nap earlier just now. Watching poker tournaments again. My hands are really itchy but too bad i don't have people to play with here. Even if there are the stakes are big i'm not gonna gamble off my allowance just for the sake of playing. Guess i'll have to wait till the holidays when i go back home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Exams are in a week. Wow. Lo and Johnson is coming over on the 17th of March. Can't wait to see the two jackasses. And a really weird lady texted me 5.30am in the morning last night asking me whether i'm okay or not. Pretty weird shit though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alright until then people. Enjoy your weekends. I'm definitely enjoying mine. Studio in like 3 days :). latezgee.&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/1242760095442558432-2471185203286383505?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2471185203286383505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2471185203286383505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5908092659894228235</id><published>2010-03-04T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:54:07.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My shit is your food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, all the assignments are done. And all that's left are the presentations and finals which is less than 2 weeks from now. Kinda scared though cause i didn't really went to like 4 lectures already. And 95% of what's coming out are from those lectures and i only had a slight clue what is it about. Well, have to start studying next week better safe than sorry and moreover my mid semester was a really lucky fluke. I myself am shocked when i saw my results getting a nice pass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh the weather here is like shit this few days. It's so bloody hot but when it comes to night fall it rains. Again my sleep time is screwed due to the assignments. Sucks. Oh,and earlier today at campus Suren showed me and Milo a video of an&amp;nbsp;Indian&amp;nbsp;tribe eating dead bodies. To the tribe it's a good ritual because they believe that if they feast on the dead person's body that person won't have an afterlife and won't suffer any pain or whatever in hell because they sinned too much or something like that. The video seriously shows one of the tribe's men cutting of the body parts. Like wtf dude. And we came across this comment saying "My SHIT is you FOOD". And that is like the quote of the day. It's unexpectedly rare to see Milo so bloody hyper. Thanks Suren you just&amp;nbsp;spoil&amp;nbsp;my appetite.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, i'm getting my home studio by Tuesday and will be recording with Jeslyn :). She's an awesome singer. I'm really looking forward to it all i have to wait for now is my dad to come back. Wonder where did he went again. We stay under one roof and we all always don't have a clue where the other person goes when he's gone missing for days lolol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, time to nap peeps. Oh and Peter Chao is the bitch. And i'm like watching World Poker Tour. Those pro poker players are also the SHIT. AND Phil Hellmuth is also the poker bitch. One of the most respected players to me lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;CHAO OUTSIDE MUDAFUCKA. Nah i'm just kidding. It's a quote from Peter Chao. Latez gee.&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/1242760095442558432-5908092659894228235?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5908092659894228235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5908092659894228235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-shit-is-your-food.html' title='My shit is your food.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-8098845296672404676</id><published>2010-03-01T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:31:04.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Olive and an Arrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's been quite a while since i last blogged. I'm kinda busy for these few weeks. Exams are coming, assignments to finish, and yea things to do in campus. So, it's already March i see. How fast time flies. I'm really looking forward to my holidays next 2 weeks from now. But of course i can't enjoy yet until my exams are done. I did pretty well for my Mid Semester Exams actually. I amused myself. I never thought i would pass though since i didn't really study. Proves that last minute studying helps at times. Can't take things for granted anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, the family is back again. Which is Natalie and Steph. Haven't seen the two of them for like almost 3 months. And they're back. I'm happy they're back cause they are somehow the reason i go out and chill with my friends. Same goes to my friends Arthur,Derek, and Phang. When the 2 of them aren't around we don't go out like really don't go out. Well it isn't a bad thing cause when we meet up we got a whole load of things to talk about. I'm always happy when i'm with the gang. There's always something to laugh about&amp;nbsp;whether it's at each other or somebody or a thing. Well, i'm glad they're back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, my dad kept asking me about the home studio i'm getting. Waiting for Surain to let me know. INDIAN WHY SO LONG!? And i'm officially taking guitar lessons as well. I can play but i realize there are yet so many things for me to learn and i always start off the wrong way. So at least there is someone to teach me in the proper way i might as be good at it faster. I started to picking up the guitar from a guitar magazine. "Total Guitar". It's a magazine only about guitars from British. It's pretty awesome for guitar lovers. It took me almost a year to even learn how to learn tabs thanks to Eugene who is suppose to be my teacher but apparently he is so busy but yea he taught me how to read in the end. Probably one of these days this week or after my exams i'll take guitar lessons. Since i've got so much free time in the noon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By the way, for those who hasn't check out my originals and covers just click on this link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/yimmusic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/yimmusic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh and i got a twitter. It's a funny story on how i got it anyway. But i'll save it for next time. Anyhoo, follow me on twitter :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/yiimmm"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;http://www.twitter.com/yiimmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's about it. Early class tomorrow. And i need to fix my Takamine. The strings are rusted :( I think it's because i didn't use it during the holidays last year and left it sitting in my room. Oh well, eventually i have to change it. But i'm loving the Gibson Hummingbird. Got it from Milo. Thanks bro :). Seriously that acoustic guitar is good. It's old but it still sounds so crispy. Anyway good night peeps.&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/1242760095442558432-8098845296672404676?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8098845296672404676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8098845296672404676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/03/olive-and-arrow.html' title='An Olive and an Arrow.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2113895160575624821</id><published>2010-02-23T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T00:48:38.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are The Only Exception.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's past 12am.And i can't bloody sleep. I mean i'm you know in a middle of something but still even if i'm not i still can't. I'm always like that when i have like super bloody early class tomorrow. Well, technically it is already Tuesday. 8am classes are for shitz. Back to college again, and assignments to be completed. 3 friggin assignments and i haven't even started on any. Well only one. But not much. Ah, i'm just too lazy to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I wish holidays were just a little bit longer. :( . Sucks big time. Anyway, nothing else to brag. So, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"You don't have a clue do you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-2113895160575624821?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2113895160575624821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2113895160575624821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-only-exception.html' title='You Are The Only Exception.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-4053134264679357630</id><published>2010-02-22T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:06:49.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Give Love A Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-4053134264679357630?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4053134264679357630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4053134264679357630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/give-love-try.html' title=''/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-867756785184974562</id><published>2010-02-21T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:38:20.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So What's The Matter With You, Sing Me Something New.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, life in KL compare to KK is very very very different. I'm kinda like being at home here. In KK i go out everyday. I know that KL is way more entertaining than KK but yea probably it's because of the company here. Miss those guys and girls back home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hm, somehow i got a feeling i'm being used. Or maybe i'm just thinking too much. Ah, anyway. Thank god Monday is a holiday for me :). I love short semester. Less than a month from now i'll be having another 2 weeks holiday. But i don't think i'll be going back to KK. Hopefully i'll be going back. Don't think i got anything to do here besides jamming during the holidays. Or maybe shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, that's about it. I didn't do anything today. Moreover it's a Sunday :). I never go out on Sundays. Unless there's something important. But yea i'll sit at home, order pizza from Domino's and watch Series like "How i Met Your Mother", Two and a Half Men or movie marathon :). &amp;nbsp;That's about it. Gonna get some sleep now. Early i know but yea, didn't enjoy my sleep last night. So yea that's about it. Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By the way. I miss you. And...please...&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/1242760095442558432-867756785184974562?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/867756785184974562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/867756785184974562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-whats-matter-with-you-sing-me.html' title='So What&apos;s The Matter With You, Sing Me Something New.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-4419049381064591079</id><published>2010-02-20T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:05:54.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's the sixth day of CNY. Well practically the seventh since it's past 12am. I'm not sure myself&amp;nbsp;whether&amp;nbsp;there is a seventh day or not. Anyway, CNY was going pretty well this year. Not much angpao but yea gambling and chilling is what makes things all good and fun you know. Poker like a madman for the whole week. The only day i missed poker was on Thursday cause i don't have a car to use but i ended up meeting Kevin Peter. It's been a bloody long time since i've seen him. Missed that dude. As always he's a joker. Went to FIFA 10 with him. Pwned me like a noob. Well i am a noob. Never played it on the computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, i went to Lo's open house today. Poker for a while and yay i won :). I'm not proud but yea who isn't happy when they win money right?. I went home early apparently. Kinda like tired and i'm not in the mood to do anything else. Got so much in my mind suddenly. It's always like that before i leave home and back to college with the assignments,exams all rushing to me like a bitch. My bad for doing things last minute all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hm, about being in relationships or falling in love or liking someone. Of all people, there is only one person that really made me depressed for a while when things didn't turn out the way i want it to be. I'm still very curious&amp;nbsp;whether&amp;nbsp;she wanted what i wanted when things were all good. Suddenly things just didn't work out but i do take her as a close friend of mine. Someone i can always talk to. Someone i can share my feelings with or my thoughts. She understands me. I'm quite a happy person now compare to before i'm always emo and sad. That person actually plays a big part in me. The reason why i'm so into singing and song writing it's all because of her. She would deny it when i tell her this but yea it's true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'll be leaving on Saturday which is today like 6.30pm. Gonna see that same person before i leave. It's like a routine now. Everytime i get home. And the last day before i leave we'll meet up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, enough about all this. Gonna call it a night. Good night and goodbye KK.&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/1242760095442558432-4419049381064591079?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4419049381064591079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4419049381064591079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6012424166061404030</id><published>2010-02-15T03:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T03:15:12.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year &amp; Valentines Day Peeps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Didn't have the time to blog since i got back here. Not that i'm all busy but i'm lazy and i don't get the chance to use the computer cause both my brothers are here and i'm always out chilling with my friends. A lot of life in KK really. Better enjoy while i can. When i go back to KL i'll be swarmed with assignments and exams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not really enjoying things here so far. Heard so many things that i really never expected. It's like when you thought or think that you know this person but when you heard or saw him/her doing something you never thought they would do it really changes things. Like really. I mean probably some people might think they are right or might call them a hero. I know we can never judge or whatsoever but really it just sucked to know that they are actually like that. What can i say people can change in a split second.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, i'm pretty bumped today. Not really in a cheerful mood even though it's&amp;nbsp;Chinese&amp;nbsp;new year. It's all good it's just that some things are really keeping me down. Oh what am i saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh and Poker. Oh poker how i love to play poker. It's like one of the best gambling game. It includes strategies, psychology and anything to do with playing with people's mind and you know whatsoever. Well, nuff said my poker night didn't go well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later in the evening( i'ts like 3am now which is Monday) i'll be having an open house. It's the 2nd day of CNY. So yea, a lot of my friends are having it on the same day. So probably i'll be moving up and down around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's about it. A lot to rant but i find it pointless. Won't make things better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;By the way, I miss you.&lt;/s&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/1242760095442558432-6012424166061404030?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6012424166061404030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6012424166061404030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year &amp; Valentines Day Peeps.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1881205897805270267</id><published>2010-02-09T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T22:15:41.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Set And Done.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just did something that hurts people but it makes me feel so much better that i did. Oh, i'm not saying what i did seriously if i did a lot of you are going to screw me or probably be surprised. Nothing particular anyway. Happens to everyone or maybe happens all the time to everybody. Anyway, i'm done with exams and shit i'm actually leaving tomorrow. Which is on the Wednesday / 10th of FEBUARY 2010! It was suppose to be on Friday but dad say since i finished my exams today why not i just leave tomorrow since i've got nothing better to do in KL. Actually i do. Assignments, Gigs and&amp;nbsp;miscellaneous stuff. If i leave for KK my mates gonna have to do the assignments. But if they're not then we got 1 week to do it after the holidays. It's okay guys we work last minute anyway cause that's how we roll. So the gig. Sorry EVE and Jenny :(. There goes my pay for that night :(.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, Darren called me moments ago and asked me wether i'm in KK or not. I'm not seriously. But he said Crys saw me clubbing or i don't know what he said can't hear him too noisy. But seriously i'm still in KL. How am i suppose to go back when i got exams today anyway. Darren steady don't egg my house :).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And shit my room is so neat now. Everything is in order but i know it's gonna be a mess when i come back. It won't last long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm in love with Paramore. They're songs are great like really awesome. The tunes and the lyrics and the singer. The singer oh Hayley Williams.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S3FtvQFEpoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d5ndki2EbP4/s1600-h/paramore-Hayley-Williams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S3FtvQFEpoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d5ndki2EbP4/s400/paramore-Hayley-Williams.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She looks okay but yea i worship &amp;nbsp;her music not her :). Anyway gotta go, out with Eugene the fag for a last drink before i go. Latezgee.&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/1242760095442558432-1881205897805270267?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1881205897805270267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1881205897805270267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/set-and-done.html' title='Set And Done.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S3FtvQFEpoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d5ndki2EbP4/s72-c/paramore-Hayley-Williams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7674653719229612247</id><published>2010-02-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:26:47.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Over...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another day with nothing else better to do. Macro-Economics' paper is over. All that's left is that bloody Malaysian Studies (History). Seriously i didn't study anything at all. Cause i don't know what to study and the notes she give are so not helpful. There's nothing i can learn from it. Anyway, i'll be going back home on Friday. Can't wait to see my mates again. Miss em' peeps back home. I got a feeling this Chinese New Year will be a good one. I can feel my pocket slowly filled up with "Angpao". I doubt my parents are going to give me a big Angpao though. I only get Rm100 from each of them every year during Chinese New Year but i think it's cause they bank in money for me into my bank account. Oh well, they give me what i want. Well not everything but got lah.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm very tired lately. I don't know why. I get 8 hours of sleep every now and then but i wake up feeling even sleepy. I got a lot to think about lately. Too much to be exact. I tried sleeping it off. But i just ended up thinking about when i'm awake and doing things. I can't focus i get distracted by it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nevermind that. Sooooo, tomorrow will be the last paper and i'd be on holidays :). Last minute shopping before i go back to KK. Haven't really gotten clothes for CNY. Only got 2. Will be having a Gig on Thursday :). Can't wait it's been a while. Oh anyway, time to go to bed. Tired. Sleepy. Lazy. I think i'm hyper ya'know. Bangbangbangbye.&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/1242760095442558432-7674653719229612247?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7674653719229612247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7674653719229612247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-over.html' title='I&apos;m Not Over...'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-8962389737313484206</id><published>2010-02-07T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:12:13.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Recording Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just finished my group study and came home. Damn bloody a lot shits to study. Macro-economics is sooo ghey. Lecturer gave us the tips but there's so much to study. Moreover, the paper is just 1 hour but the tips seems to be given for a 2 hour paper. I skipped a few topics and hopefully things i did not study doesn't come out or i'm pretty much screwed. Just another 5 more days and i'm seeing home again :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh and while studying me and Suren talked about home recording softwares and hardwares for it and etc.&amp;nbsp;And guess what apparently his friend &amp;nbsp;owns a studio and helps local artists to setup their own home studio. I'm actually very eager to get proper equipments for my recordings as i don't do it anymore at studios. Can't do it my own way. So, i'm like planning to do my own recordings at home but i don't have the proper equipments and gadgets or whatsoever. So his friend is kind enough to help me setup a home recording studio for me. It's a budget one actually. 4k approximately. Just the basic gadgets. And it's on the computer. So i'll be getting a new CPU.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For those who wants to know the specifications for the CPU are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4gb Ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;DDR2/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dual Core Processor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;320gb Ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sound card M-Audio Recording (Up to you, you can choose to use a mixer instead if you don't want to use a better sound card for the CPU.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Behringer Microphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Behringer Headphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And some programs/softwares for the recordings use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, this all cost Rm4k. It's a good deal. Behringer ain't a cheap shit dude.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So listening and budgeting all this is easy. BUT. Asking my dad to get me this. That's the killer part. I was so happy about getting this but suddenly my dad just popped into my mind and i was like shit how am i suppose to ask my pops to get me this. Cause it's not cheap and i just got a guitar amplifier like last month. So, i came home and sat at the living and i think from that moment he knew i was going to ask for something cause i spend my days at home in my room more often than the living room. Anyway, i was thinking like how the hell am i going to ask my dad. So i just like told him the guy in my studio said he can help me set up a home studio for a cheap price. So he asked how much and all i explained what's the difference between this computer i'm using and the one i'm getting. Amazingly he is okay with it. Before he says yes he usually asks me am i interested in music and all. So i just answered yes because the past few times i was interested in many things but i just stopped halfway. So far music i'm liking it pretty well. Many to discover. Even though i'm still trying to get better at the guitar but dad thinks im okay with it so why not. He heard my songs before. He is a damn good singer. Like seriously, if he's not into music i don't think he will get me this thing. I wanted to like get a MacBook cause it's like good for music purposes but the price is so bloody expensive and i'm pretty sure he'll just shoot me down if i ask.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so bloody excited about it. Can't wait till after CNY when i get back here. So getting it :D. My new girlfriend :) I think i'm going to sit at home very often now. Like really often. Anyway, exams tomorrow gotta study and get ready for bed. Bloody tired was out studying for almost 5 hours. But like not much got into my head cause of this home studio thingy damn. Later peeps.&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/1242760095442558432-8962389737313484206?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8962389737313484206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8962389737313484206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-own-recording-studio.html' title='My Own Recording Studio'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2887061183315938546</id><published>2010-02-06T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:57:38.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Missing You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What? I'm sure you're wondering about the title. Or not. Anyway, i came across a video that day. Was watching Mychonny's video on youtube. Tony Pepperoni. Weird name but yea the video was awesome. Was him playing this song called erm erm yea Officially Missing You by Tamia. Then there was this link showing these twins playing that song. Dude i must seriously say that kinda made me like so addicted to the song now. Not my kind of music but damn it's good. The original wasn't as good as the twins. Anyway i'm like learning the song and it's a pain in the ass it's not easy. Link is below if you want to give it a hear if you have not heard it. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtXr0pIRSg4"&gt;Jayesslee - Officially Missing You (Cover)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to square one. Last night i went out with Eugene. Again we chilled at McDonald's catching up with our lifeless lives. And then he came over to my house and we played the guitar and the piano. I seriously can't think of anything else to do here in KL. I'm just sleeping my day through until i get back home. Lot's of people to meet when i'm back. Kevin Peter especially it's like almost 2 years since we last met. And CNY peeps. :) Going around to our friend's place and get our red pockets. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, earlier today. I went out with Suren and Milo to do our assignment and group study. Apparently we didn't do our assignment we just ended up studying for like less than an hour and started playing poker on Facebook. Damn, i knew this would happen. But at least we learnt something and practice a little of the maths in Economics and of course our Poker skills which is so irrelevant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And guess what i didn't even know my brother went back to KK. I just realized that all these while i'm home alone. But i'm quite happy though i like it when i'm alone at home. I can sleep in peace :). And today, is actually a pretty weird day like really. People are weird today. When i was with Suren and Milo at Borders, Gardens doing our group study. There's this man who was sitting opposite us. Apparently he took somebody else's seat. So the guy came back at just shot him telling him to go away. How polite is that. I remember the conversation clearly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy Who Took the Seat:&lt;/b&gt; * Listening to his songs or whatever on his laptop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Polite Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Hello! This is my sit lah, i was here first! GO AWAY!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy Who Took Seat:&lt;/b&gt; *Stunned and walked away*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At first i thought he knew the guy who took his seat and thought he was joking. But apparently no, he's not. I mean come on how hard is it to ask politely. You can just go like "excuse me, you're on my seat." It's just that simple. Besides that's not the only seat they have there anyway. There's plenty more seats around. What an arse. Then then, moments later. When we are dazing and daydreaming we stared out the window. There's a robbery down at the taxi station. The taxi dude just threw the cone and the thief and the thief drop the bag and ran. What is wrong with the world today. It's not getting any better if you ask me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woah, what a bloody long post. Wonder if people even reads it. Anyway, guess that's about it. I think i'll take a nap. The weather here seriously makes me lazy and very sleepy. It's been raining since i came back here. Exams on Monday and see what i'm doing. I'm so going to pass with flying colours. Yeah? latezgee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-2887061183315938546?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2887061183315938546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2887061183315938546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/officially-missing-you.html' title='Officially Missing You.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2472296253189042811</id><published>2010-02-05T06:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T06:03:07.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's February!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Man, i'm getting lazier and lazier to keep my blog updated. Pretty much nothing to update about. Exams are like next week. And no, i have not started studying yet. Too lazy to bother like really lazy. Sleeping time is now screwed upside down. Skipping class today :). Not gonna go for the debate besides it's Malaysian Studies. Going there would just waste 2 hours of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyhoo, another week and i'll be back in KK for CNY. Okay like seriously i'm so lazy to blog. I think i'll blog again later. Goodnightpeeps. &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/1242760095442558432-2472296253189042811?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2472296253189042811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2472296253189042811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-february.html' title='It&apos;s February!?'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-4092402830397410081</id><published>2010-01-31T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:19:09.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Boy. You're Old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally i decided to update my blog. I'm trying really really hard to keep it alive. I'm just too lazy. Exams are in a week from now. And assignments are not even started yet. Anyway, my birthday was 2 days ago which was on the 29th January. I want to thank Derek and the gang for making my birthday a memorable one. Sounds gay haha. Anyway, thanks for the gifts and the cake. Apparently my birthday gifts are kinda different from what i got last time. An Elmo Slipper from Derek and a Piggy bank from Penguin. Well it's the thought that counts ey. So i celebrated it at Genting with my mates from KK. Whereas i want to thank Jenny from EVE for treating me to such a wonderful meal :) Overall i think this birthday was so much better than those i had before cause there wasn't any cake. I feel like a kid cause i had my cake at an ice cream shop. Baskin :) But the cake is good like seriously. Strawberry Cheesecake Ice cream Cake. The name itself sounds so good. Once again thanks peeps for the wishes and the gifts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's a Sunday today and i'm wasting my time sleeping. I just woke up. Apparently its 6pm and the rain is pouring, the thunder is so annoying. Domino's again perhaps :O? I love their pizza. I don't know why but it's addictive like really addictive. Hm, probably later i'll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;TRY TO&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; study later or maybe just start my assignment a little. I'm really kinda worried bout Macro Economics. It's not difficult but the formulas are so ghey. Hopefully i'll sail through again :O. Anyway that's about it. Cheers to all. Hope you all had a good weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S2VXdjAyebI/AAAAAAAAACk/hdAXNhVM-lE/s1600-h/DSC00630.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S2VXdjAyebI/AAAAAAAAACk/hdAXNhVM-lE/s320/DSC00630.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-4092402830397410081?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4092402830397410081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4092402830397410081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-boy-youre-old.html' title='Hey Boy. You&apos;re Old.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S2VXdjAyebI/AAAAAAAAACk/hdAXNhVM-lE/s72-c/DSC00630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1532552744187713379</id><published>2010-01-27T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T02:39:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Said That Word...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I knew what's coming to me after hearing you saying that. Well, i don't really care at all. Why putting yourself with stress when you can just sit back and relax. By that i meant sleeping :). Anyway, college was bloody boring. As usual. But seriously Malaysian Studies is one of the most ridiculous subject that i have ever studies in my entire life. Well, short post today. Nothing to rant about. Good day and good night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-1532552744187713379?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1532552744187713379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1532552744187713379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-you-said-that-word.html' title='When You Said That Word...'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5853367275579140697</id><published>2010-01-25T00:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T01:00:10.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Is Shining Can't You See.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Sunday's. Like really really love Sundays. Why? It's a day for me to laze of like really really laze off. Sleep like a dead corpse. I slept for like so bloody long and woke up at 4pm. I really don't have anything to do in KL. Everyone's busy with their things. So might as well stay home and enjoy my sleep/naps until the stress kicks in which is like not long for now. I hate weekdays i don't get enough sleep due to the&lt;strike&gt; fucking&lt;/strike&gt; early morning classes. So yea weekends is like a day for me to sleep in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well, lemme see. What did i do today. Oh basketball. It's been like so bloody long since i last played. I can't remember when. Oh, Eugene came over to my place to play basketball as well. Eugene felt old because he's like 20 or 21. But i feel even old when i played. I can't last 15 minutes playing. I start to gasp for air and my leg hurts like a biatch. Yes, my leg is still being a pain in the ass. I can't even run properly. Or jump properly. Dad says need to go for surgery somewhere this year or the next. I've been dragging the surgery for like a year already. I'm just lazy cause if i do go for it it would take like 6 months until i can walk again. Which means sitting at home doing nothing for 6 months. And that sucks. I can't believe one of my friend at the court called me Jim. Some called me Kim. And some called me Lim. I knew them for like almost 3 years and they can't even get my name right. How bloody sad is that. Nah, i don't mind i'm just finding something to write here. :) Oh and i wonder how is Sara doing for the model competition lol. Forget what's it called. The man hunk something like that. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I LOVE MONDAYS. BECAUSE I DONT HAVE CLASSES ON MONDAYS! :) AWESOME SHIET.&amp;nbsp; Sleep in again for the day :)? Nah, probably not. And shit my birthday is like in 6 days. But don't think i'll be celebrating. Nothing to celebrate about anyway. Probably to Genting for dinner with the gang. Anyway that's about it. More Stephen Chow's film. Lol i love comedy.Don't you? And i miss everyone in KK or those who were back in KK for the holidays. Now in KL everything is so gloomy without the. Oh well, wait till the next hols la.kbye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6Vpsjw8I/AAAAAAAAACE/vdsJ7xWF7WQ/s1600-h/15561_1337133507792_1214736441_31087974_5133974_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6Vpsjw8I/AAAAAAAAACE/vdsJ7xWF7WQ/s320/15561_1337133507792_1214736441_31087974_5133974_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6Y3XcgMI/AAAAAAAAACM/fmxpfCyn2k8/s1600-h/20477_245590496696_565896696_3793487_3627835_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6Y3XcgMI/AAAAAAAAACM/fmxpfCyn2k8/s320/20477_245590496696_565896696_3793487_3627835_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6bd-OzAI/AAAAAAAAACU/QnxomS2JEdE/s1600-h/15561_1337095666846_1214736441_31087888_3579337_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6bd-OzAI/AAAAAAAAACU/QnxomS2JEdE/s320/15561_1337095666846_1214736441_31087888_3579337_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6dJ7ROHI/AAAAAAAAACc/Ay_AJTlybH0/s1600-h/14743_1227520368336_1238871960_30723120_1220079_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6UY_qMCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NifXzFPdxYw/s320/14557_224513596696_565896696_3700848_5408496_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6QTKL5jI/AAAAAAAAABs/RPQ8qB0FEkE/s1600-h/14557_224513561696_565896696_3700844_4290374_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6QTKL5jI/AAAAAAAAABs/RPQ8qB0FEkE/s320/14557_224513561696_565896696_3700844_4290374_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6SnvMAHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/shSoZQ-GZkU/s1600-h/14557_224513646696_565896696_3700854_8026718_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6SnvMAHI/AAAAAAAAAB0/shSoZQ-GZkU/s320/14557_224513646696_565896696_3700854_8026718_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Miss you guys lah. Take care peeps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-5853367275579140697?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5853367275579140697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5853367275579140697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/sun-is-shining-cant-you-see.html' title='The Sun Is Shining Can&apos;t You See.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S1x6Vpsjw8I/AAAAAAAAACE/vdsJ7xWF7WQ/s72-c/15561_1337133507792_1214736441_31087974_5133974_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1545863390715180868</id><published>2010-01-24T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:56:46.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Photo Can Say A Thousand Things, But it Can't Say a Million Things I Wanna Say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;It's like 4am. I got off bed because my bloody computer crashed when i was watching Steven Chow's Film. Like seriously it's so bloody funny. And yea i need to watch something to go to sleep if not i won't be able to sleep. Anyway, it's a boring weekend i must say. But Friday was awesome. It's been a while i went out with Shahar and the gang since last year. Tandoori FTW! I have to say things changed a lot compare to 2009. I miss doing gigs. I miss a lot of things. But what to do, never know what's coming next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, the title is a bit emo. But really i'm wondering. Sometimes people tell you things and you just believe them. But once you come across a picture. I just have second thoughts on what that person said. Maybe it's just me but yea i'll try not to doubt so. Being to care free isn't a good thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, enough of those gheyshit. And Darren Happy 19th Birthday. You're another year older. And so will i be another year older in a week. Amazing how time flies. Anyway, cheers to you mate. okaybyebyebyebyebyebyebyebye. You just wasted few seconds of your life reading the "byes". Wtflol k.bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-1545863390715180868?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1545863390715180868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1545863390715180868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/photo-can-say-thousand-things-but-it.html' title='A Photo Can Say A Thousand Things, But it Can&apos;t Say a Million Things I Wanna Say.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-8970970004947757796</id><published>2010-01-21T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T17:20:31.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love.......Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;What the fart. It's been a while since i last updated my blog. I'm trying really hard to keep it alive lately. Nothing much going on lately. Just college, a little bit of this and that. Being an insomniac almost for a week already. Slept in the noon wake up at night and stay up the whole night doing nothing and just wait for the sun to rise. Anyway, i'm like trying to turn my sleeping time back to how it used to be. I plan not to sleep when i get home from college and sleep at night but it never work. Once i'm home the bed starts to call me and off i go to bed. And i wake up at night being so energetic after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Another thing is this Malaysian Studies thing going on in college. It's one of the subjects im taking. And i find the class pretty racist. Some of them asks why does the Indian has a mark on their forehead. And there goes those know-it-all starts to shout it's a trend. And there this guy who asks why does the chinese uses chopsticks more often than fork and spoon. There goes the hippies again answering because chopsticks are cheaper than fork and spoon. This i don't consider racist it's just rude to you know make fun of other people's culture/religion. whatamisaying. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, mid semester exams are like not long from now. It's on the 8th and 9th of February. I'm definitely not looking forward to it. I'm barely studying. I sleep more than i study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Good news is i'm going back to KK on the 12th of Febuary. :) For CNY. Red pockets FTW! Anyway time to nap. Good day all. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-8970970004947757796?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8970970004947757796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8970970004947757796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lovesleep.html' title='I Love.......Sleep.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1011085176461115681</id><published>2010-01-17T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:07:49.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday, Reunion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I just got back home from Khy Li's birthday party. Man, it's fun yet tiring. I don't know why i'm tired though. We didn't do much. Actually nothing but gambling and talking. It's good to see you guys and girls again. Especially Thiru, Khy Li, and Wong. And congratulations and good luck to you all for your final semester this year. Mr Ong you're 20! Be good to Mr.OCT and Mrs Ong okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow my younger brother will be leaving. Will have to send him off. It was fun having him here though. The house isn't so quiet with him around. Went shopping with the family today. Only bought one shirt. AND GUESS WHAT I FINALLY GOT AN AMPLIFIER! Marshall Amp :). Thanks pops. There goes my birthday present then. Anyway, off to sleep. 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/1242760095442558432-1011085176461115681?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1011085176461115681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1011085176461115681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-reunion.html' title='Birthday, Reunion.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2693915961989387042</id><published>2010-01-16T02:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T02:57:38.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even The Best Fall Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;A pretty long day for me today. Wait should be yesterday since it's like 3am now. Anyway, younger brother came over from KK for my dad's annual dinner which was on Friday. It was okay but yea i'm not really a big fan of parties like that. Cause i don't know anybody there. There are few but yea kinda sucked cause it was bored. What's unbelievable is that there is a ping pong table in the reception of my dad's office. Everyone is like taking turns playing ping pong. It's pretty nice sometimes to see how people work in the office. It's not that bad after all ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, i'll be going shopping with my family later in the morning. Going to get a guitar amp. :) Well, hopefully i will :s It's been a pretty tired day for me. I didn't slept well. That's about it. Good night :)&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/1242760095442558432-2693915961989387042?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2693915961989387042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2693915961989387042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/even-best-fall-down.html' title='Even The Best Fall Down.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5847768497855955142</id><published>2010-01-13T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:47:41.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owl City - Vanilla Twilight (Cover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-c8tjW90fs"&gt;Owl City - Vanilla Twilight (Cover)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Hey. Check out my cover on vanilla twilight. Cheers. Rate, Comment and Subscribe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-5847768497855955142?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5847768497855955142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5847768497855955142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/owl-city-vanilla-twilight-cover.html' title='Owl City - Vanilla Twilight (Cover)'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-4669213300079145828</id><published>2010-01-12T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:32:48.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless Nights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Came back from college early today. 10am class canceled. Which is good news. I really need to sleep. It's been two days and i still didn't get a good night sleep. Economics was really boring just now. I seriously can't absorb anything. The bloody aircond is as hot as hell. It's as if the aircond isn't on. And we paid such high price for the campus and they give us shit facilities. I know i know the facilities are way better than the old campus but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nothing to brag about anyway, i'm sure someone would do something about it. Off to bed now. I know it's morning now but yea good night anyway. Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-4669213300079145828?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4669213300079145828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4669213300079145828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/sleepless-nights.html' title='Sleepless Nights.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6162682299157968536</id><published>2010-01-11T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:08:06.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And So We Meet Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Got our timetable today. And good news is Monday is a day off for me. There isn't any classes on Monday. Great! I hate Mondays. At least i get to enjoy 3 days of break a week. Anyway, orientation was i don't know. Cause i just sat in there for a while and left. The cafeteria is awesome. It's more like a food court. Man, and bad news is i can't get a parking space. But i guess i can park outside the campus and hopefully it'll be okay. I'm just worried about being given a parking ticket by the authorities. Well, i have to drive there myself everyday except for Thursday. Timetable is pretty good. Majority are morning classes except for Thursday. There are only 2 subjects this month that is Malaysian Studies (History) and Macro Economics. Thank god it's Miss Marina that's teaching economics again. She's a very sympathetic person if you know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;And i hate being an insomniac it sucks really. I didn't sleep last night and ended up sleeping from 10am until 6pm. Hopefully i'll be able to sleep later. I don't want to stay up whole night doing nothing but stoning in front of the PC or laying down on my bed starring up at the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Had Domino's for dinner. Mm their pizza is good. Love their tuna temptation it's bloody tuna-ish. Whatever. That's about it. Cheers guys and girls. Here we go college. Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-6162682299157968536?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6162682299157968536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6162682299157968536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-we-meet-again.html' title='And So We Meet Again.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7218504924498328413</id><published>2010-01-10T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:21:11.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Away Holiday Mood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh man, class starts tomorrow. Well, tomorrow is just probably campus tour. Since most of the students hasn't been there yet. Nothing much to tour anyway. It's not even completely constructed. Well, i'm not ready for college yet. I'm still in a holiday mood. Seriously, time goes by so fast that i don't even realize it's actually 10th today. I wonder what are the guys doing in KK. I bet they're enjoying their holidays. Most of em' has bloody long holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHIT MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING IN 19 DAYS! I asked my dad to get me a guitar amp. Hopefully i'll get it. I've been asking him for months already. The last time i asked he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Dad, can i get a guitar amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: What for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: The guitar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: Not loud enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Me: Nicer what if got amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Dad: Don't later the neighbours complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Gee dad, it's not like i'll play it in the middle of the night. That's the whole point of getting a plug in acoustic guitar. But when i asked him just now he seem to be okay with it. Our conversation ended with him saying wait until Kien Fung comes to KL. Great. Well i don't want to keep my hopes to high cause for the past few times when he said something similar it didn't happen so we'll have to wait till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;I love Sundays. It's a day for me to laze off and just sleep for the entire day since there isn't any plans. I slept at 4am and woke up at like 3pm. Apparently sleeping is one of my hobby. I love my sleep. And i turned off my handphone which makes my sleep even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And And there might be a gigg coming up for me. Yay. Finally something to do. Hopefully there will be. Anyway off to sleep. Really early day for me tomorrow. Cheers. Kbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-7218504924498328413?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7218504924498328413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7218504924498328413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/go-away-holiday-mood.html' title='Go Away Holiday Mood!'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-4330509733573252831</id><published>2010-01-10T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T00:25:21.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drainside Campus.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Went to the new lakeside campus today. Went pretty early met up with the gang. From outside the campus seriously looks like a warehouse or factory. Oh man the lake. Seriously the lake is so bloody dirty. I don't think it's a lake its more like a drain to me. But so far i think the campus is okay. It's huge and yea there's gonna be a lot of wonderful facilities. Thank god they finally made good use of our over priced academic fees. Abused the vending machine there as well. I am very easily amused by machines/technologies. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, went home for a nap. Then called Derek up for dinner. But we ended up shopping for clothes. The shop is selling clothes in a bloody cheap price. Rm39.90 for 2 when one of it cost Rm39.90. Good bargain right? Well, ate at this restaurant called Full House. The food is good but the portion is really small. It's more like a kids meal. It's not really overpriced though so yea it's a must try. I bet the girls would love that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned my room. Finally unpacked my luggage. I just realise i got so many bloody clothes but i can't wear most of em' cause of the washing machine and dryer that caused it to shrink. What a waste. I'm giving clothes away. No point keeping em'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Oh, college is starting really soon. And to those who has already started. Good luck and all the best. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-4330509733573252831?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4330509733573252831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4330509733573252831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/drainside-campus.html' title='Drainside Campus.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6042442073447453053</id><published>2010-01-08T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:39:27.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey,you're a Loner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Ah, i figured this would happen when i get back here. Last year wasn't that bad cause there's like gigs and events. It's kinda quiet now. No upcoming events or anything. Just sitting at home waiting for college to start which is like in 2 days from now. I kinda like it like that sometimes, just sit at home. Play the guitar, sleep:), read a book and yea whatever there is to do at home. I realize when you don't want to go out, there will be a lot of bloody plans. And when you want to go out there isn't any plans at all. Even if there is, it definitely isn't the plan you're looking forward to or whatsoever. Any of you been into a situation like that ? Or maybe it's just me. I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, i wanted to upload one of my songs but apparently when i plug in my microphone the webcam won't record. When i take it off it will. Man, i really am lazy to like record the song and then use the movie maker to edit it so i can post it up. It's troublesome. And im sick anyway stupid running nose and nose block. Tomorrow i'll be going to the new campus to get my parking space. Hopefully there are parking left. Free for the first 6 months. I'm sure everyone is running over to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Kuan is in KL. And they are going clubbing tonight. I'm just not into clubbing really. I'm kinda tired also. Gonna have an early day tomorrow. Need to wake up at 9am to meet up with Suren, Pingu and Milo. I'm sure it's gonna be good to see you guys again. Shahar and Naili as well. Miss you all. Been a long time since i've seen you all. Well, college is starting soon. Kinda scared to see the timetable hopefully there isn't and 8am classes. It sucks big time. That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;P.S. Kuan i'm sorry i can't join you all. Cheers and have a good time mates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-6042442073447453053?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6042442073447453053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6042442073447453053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/heyyoure-loner.html' title='Hey,you&apos;re a Loner.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1775729255872224663</id><published>2010-01-07T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:18:32.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam Sesh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Got a better microphone. But doesn't really make any difference. Just that the noise cancellation is good. And by noise i think it meant by my guitar as well. I tried recording. The guitar is really soft. Man, sucks really. Well, gonna stick with it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eugene is coming over with his electric guitar. Yay:) See this is how i past time in KL. Well, till then. Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-1775729255872224663?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1775729255872224663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1775729255872224663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/jam-sesh.html' title='Jam Sesh.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5954795596016183706</id><published>2010-01-06T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:12:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Think You're Right, Then Think Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Mm, i see you're now saying i spread the measles to you. I've only went out with you for 2 days. New year's eve and New Year. I'm never near you. I didn't talk to you. And now you're saying i gave it to you? Excuse me, i've never seen you the days after that. If you've got it you're right it's probably from me but i didn't go out with you after that. So please, think in my shoes. It's not that i never think for you all. I just want to enjoy the days i have left with you guys. At least i cared to not speak right to your face and sat further away from you all. And no I didn't lie indeed i got better. Just because i healed in a short time of period doesn't mean that i lie. I know what should i do when it happens. And just because the other person who got it healed in a long period. Everyone is different i'm sure you know that. 3 days is long okay. I eat right, i sleep right and i don't do things that i shouldnt do when i have it. Say what you want, i don't really want to give a care. I don't know who manipulated you to speak such shit. But i think i have a clue. So please once again i tell you this, don't anyhow judge a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-5954795596016183706?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5954795596016183706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5954795596016183706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-you-think-youre-right-then-think.html' title='If You Think You&apos;re Right, Then Think Again.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7263074169628259147</id><published>2010-01-06T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:57:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Always the Last Person I See Before i Go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Woah, i'm back in KL. Nothing changed back here. Still hazy and hot. Flight delayed. How sad is that. It always delays. Well, at least im back here now. Lot's of things to do. Get ready for class which is next Monday. Have to find out where the new campus is. Kinda excited cause everything is going to be different. Finally a proper campus. Better than an office building. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to upload a cover of me singing Bad Romance by Lady Gaga. But not now. Probably tomorrow i guess. Gotta get a better mic first.:) And until my sorethroat heals. Can't sing.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, shopping tomorrow! I hope i don't spend too much. Sucks to be broke seriously. Anyway, off to sleep. Tired. Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-7263074169628259147?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7263074169628259147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7263074169628259147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-always-last-person-i-see-before-i.html' title='You&apos;re Always the Last Person I See Before i Go.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5552299118252858996</id><published>2010-01-05T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T02:29:48.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One for the road.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some part of me wants to leave and some part of me don't want to. I'm gonna miss my friends here. It's been a really rough day for me. The moment my mum comes home. Man, she screws me for reasons that i don't really know of. What can i say, it's always like this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went out to Hyatt for buffet. It's not as good as i heard it was but yea it's still not bad. Like the naan there it's good. After that, went out with Crys. Was nice of you to come out. At least i don't have to sit at home like a statue again. Kinda bores me out, like i said i do the same in KL but at least i have some entertainment like sitcoms, series, drama or whatsoever. And my guitarrr. I do have one here but i'm not really motivated to play it sometimes. I wrote like about 15 or more songs here. Probably will do my recordings back at KL. Don't have the right tools here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I miss jamming with the gang. Only get to do this like once a year with them. Well, probably the next time we meet we plan ahead and you know jam at a proper studio. Next time la we jam bad romance Darren haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I need a better microphone. Anyone could suggest a brand which you think it's good for recording?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ah,i'm bored. Again i'm having trouble sleeping. Always do. So yea, off to watch some movies and maybe try to sleep. Goodbye KK. Bye friends. Bye whoever you are. Bla bla bla. kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-5552299118252858996?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5552299118252858996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5552299118252858996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-for-road.html' title='One for the road.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2437670448614541072</id><published>2010-01-04T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T17:13:21.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My last day here in KK. And i'm still at home. No where to go. Bored. Well, i better get used to it cause i'll be doing this in KL. Well, if my younger brother happens to be there then it won't be that bored i guess. Anyway, mum is coming back today. Will be leaving to fetch her in like 20 minutes i guess. Finally she's back. Running short on cash :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Practically i'm just waiting for phone calls from my friends calling me out. But yea no one called. Probably still afraid of me spreading measles to them. Oh well, what a way to spend my last day. Didn't even get to chill with them for one last time until the next meeting. Anyway, i had fun in KK. Definitely a trip to remember. Indeed it was a very productive one until i caught measles.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm having hard time sleeping every now and then. Practically fall asleep while watching Tv until sunrise. Sucks really. Guess that's about it then. So, a shout out to all my friends thanks for making my trip back here a memorable one. Hope to see you guys and girls soon. And good luck to all in your studies. kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-2437670448614541072?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2437670448614541072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2437670448614541072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye?'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6453058323008077335</id><published>2010-01-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:03:59.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Suck At Telling A Lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Why lie to me when you all know that i would eventually find out or figure it out myself anytime. I'm about to leave soon and you're all playing games with me. You can just tell me directly if you don't want me there. Don't have to tell me lies. Even so next time if you guys want to lie please be lying about the same thing. Don't tell me different things when i ask. You guys suck really. Happens all the time. I just pretend that i don't know. Well shit happens all the time. We can't escape from that. Might as well just smile it off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, my measles are gone. But people still thinks im carrying it and so that's why i'm sitting at home doing nothing. My eyes are red not because of the measles. It's cause i didn't get enough sleep last night, and i woke up pretty early. Just had a power nap and now i don't see my eyes being red. Like they'll listen to me anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to swim today and gym and golf for a little while with the Lo's. Pretty tired after that. Came home and slept but i didn't sleep long just a little while. And now i'm here ranting and blogging or whatever. Anyway, probably won't go to the island. Since, they think i still have measles. And yea im leaving on the day that they are going anyway. Sooo, i'll just go shopping with my mum. Need more clothes. Practically wearing the few same shits ever since im back here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Will be flying back on Tuesday. Back to KL which everything is so bored. Well, it's much more fun than KK cause there's like plenty of things to do but i don't really go out much there. Cause everything there is kinda pricey. Well, looking forward to see Suren, Milo, Pingu and the gang. Plenty to catch up with. That's about it. Time to find something better to do. Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-6453058323008077335?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6453058323008077335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6453058323008077335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-suck-at-telling-lie.html' title='You Suck At Telling A Lie.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1793710305499086637</id><published>2010-01-02T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:54:55.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Can You Trust and Not Trust?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is always the question being asked. We can never really tell. People who you trust most are always the ones that backstab you. It's pretty stupid cause when they earn your trust or have your trust or whatever it is, why want to backstab when they know that it wouldn't turn out good if they find out. I do have people that i trust but now i'm having second thoughts about it. No idea why. Probably the recent things going on. Oh and let's not forget the haters. Man, those people are pain in the ass. What can i say life is always filled with drama. &amp;nbsp;I don't know why but i just feel like ranting about this. Nothing personal. Just bored enough to think about this. And since i got nothing better to do. Why not?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, today is bored. Everyone tells me they have to stay home, they are tired and no one called so probably there isn't any plans. Ah, oh well. I would stay home if my family is around but they aren't so it's like pretty pointless for me to stay home. It's so bloody bored. And my guitar is with Bruce. If it's here at least i can do something to kill time. Sleep. mm. I want to but i can't. Not really used to sleeping early. Will be leaving on the 5th which is a Tuesday. I had fun, when i'm back there it's time to study again. Man, thank god it's a short semester. Sucks when your timetable is packed with classes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jamming tomorrow? Hopefully. No news so far. Everyone is M.I.A. Busy with their own things i guess. Mealses are gone i think. The spots aren't there anymore. Anyway, that's about it. Once again, happy new years. Hopefully this year will be a blast to all of us. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-1793710305499086637?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1793710305499086637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1793710305499086637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-can-you-trust-and-not-trust.html' title='Who Can You Trust and Not Trust?'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-4140468819346344519</id><published>2010-01-01T04:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T04:32:29.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wow, it's already a new year. 2010. Another year older. How fast time flies. Went to celebrate new years at Icebar. Was fun actually. But i'm not really in a good shape. Measles came in for me last night. Thanks Lo Yi Da. Leaving in another 4 days. Still have things to sort out at the mean time. New years kinda suck for me to be honest. Cause of measles! :( Man, heal faster please i want to head out to the island once more before i leave. Anyway, sleep sleep sleep. Go away measles. Hopefully everyone's new year party was a blast. Cheers. Happy new year. And have a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-4140468819346344519?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4140468819346344519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4140468819346344519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='Happy New Year 2010.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1583172591757692024</id><published>2009-12-29T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:31:15.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, i should stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I realized that my blog is actually emo. Not recently but it always has been. Kena complain and come to think of it. If i want readers i think i should make it a bright one and not a dark cold emo one. So, i swear from now on it'll stop. Didn't really update much lately. Nothing much to update. Just that Derek left today back to KL. How time flies. Miss u man even though we will see each other when we're in KL. haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hmm, I seriously don't remember what i did for the past 2 days. All i remember was gym and waste life at the cyber cafe. Yes, i know it's not a good way to spend my holidays in KK this way but really what else can we do besides movie,yamcha, karaoke and etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's already the 29th. Bloody fast the way time flies this year. It really felt like as if it was only June. And poof now it's December. Well honestly i didn't really quite enjoy 2009. Not in the sense of having fun but time is just not enough. In exactly a month time i'm turning 19. That's fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went to the Karaoke today with Darren, "witch", yvonne and an awesome singer. Sorry i didn't catch her name. Was amused by her singing. Anyway, off to Gayang and movie later. Sherlock Holmes gong. Hopefully not as long as Avatar. I might fall asleep this time. Been a long day out. Anyway, take care everyone. Cheers. And have a good new years. Chyeaa boiii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-1583172591757692024?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1583172591757692024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1583172591757692024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/okay-i-should-stop.html' title='Okay, i should stop.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7695093933082226621</id><published>2009-12-27T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T04:23:58.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Bam.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jamming went pretty well today i think. We started off pretty funny cause it's our first time jamming together. We don't have a bassist but everything was fine in the end. Got the hang of it and we manage to finish a few songs today. Well, as long as we had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Watched Avatar today. The movie is good. Awesome story line but it's a bit too long. Got kinda sleepy after the movie. Didn't really had the mood to do anything. Stoned earlier watching them play poker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wonder what's up tomorrow. Probably i'll just sleep in for the day. Didn't get enough sleep for the past few days already. Well, off to sleep then.bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-7695093933082226621?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7695093933082226621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7695093933082226621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/viva-la-bam.html' title='Viva la Bam.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-104070774856359147</id><published>2009-12-26T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T02:37:18.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'mas, Bye Sterwina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, these past few nights has been a great night. Haven't had this much fun for a long time. Last night we had a house party @ Darren's apartment. Also we had the countdown for Kuan's birthday there as well and countdown for X'mas too. It was fun. We drank, played games, gamble, laughed and bonded. In a way that is :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, we're suppose to jam today at Johnson's place but all of us overslept. We practically came home at 7am from Darren's place last night. Some of them crashed at the apartment and some of us went home due to insufficient mattress there. Well, it's fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sterwina came over for a few days. Knew her for a few days but yea she is a really good friend. Looking forward to the next time when we meet again. Take care back in Miri and merry x'mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tomorrow, we'll be jamming. I hope. The only thing that can stop this from happening is unless we don't wake up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Off to sleep now. Merry X'mas everyone. Cheers.&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/1242760095442558432-104070774856359147?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/104070774856359147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/104070774856359147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-xmas-bye-sterwina.html' title='Merry X&apos;mas, Bye Sterwina!'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6223874036507425438</id><published>2009-12-24T05:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T05:03:05.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Alcohol Kicks In</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone is tipsy/high. Start saying things they don't. Johnson in one hand keeps saying he wants to sing half a song and i sing the other half. Paul keeps spilling drinks. Bruce can't stop dancing to the beat. Others are tipsy but they didn't really do anything unusual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;White room was fun. Dance like mad. Tired but fun. Went to pan mien at Lintas. Everyone was so bloody high. Well, that's the fun part. If they didn't drink they wouldn't be dancing and all anyway. Well, in 2 weeks times i'll be back to KL. Man, gonna miss everyone. I'm glad i get to see everyone again after 2 years. They didn't change much still the same old fun people i know. Still talk cock, sing song. Still the award goes to Matthew la. Can never outsmart him when it comes to arguing or debating about something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lo. Hm, miss that bastard. A week plus has past and he's still stuck at home due to measles. FASTER GET YOUR FAT ASS OUT EH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;House party tomorrow at Jesselton. Countdown to Kuan's 19th birthday. Another year older for you mate. Niceeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;X'mas eve tomorrow. Everyone is home having dinner,&amp;nbsp;caroling and bonding times with their family. As for me my family is in KL. I'm home alone. Man, sad way to spend x'mas. Well probably have dinner with Bruce. Sad man bro but what to do. At least we're not alone right . hahaha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Off to sleep then. Moving things into the condo again tomorrow. Cleaning was bloody tiring but fun in a way. Improvise for a lot of things like mopping and etc. No bucket ended using the sink to fill up the detergent and water. 3 of us cleaned the condo. Kuan, Darren and myself. It's not exactly damn clean but better than what it was before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Moving TV tomorrow. Time to sleep really. Fuck tired. Nights. kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-6223874036507425438?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6223874036507425438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6223874036507425438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-alcohol-kicks-in.html' title='When the Alcohol Kicks In'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-316864848553655137</id><published>2009-12-23T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T03:27:11.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;I MISS RECORDING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-316864848553655137?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/316864848553655137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/316864848553655137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-recording.html' title=''/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-4739726214063312020</id><published>2009-12-23T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:45:37.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hate people who keeps asking me the same question over and over again. I'm fine really. So please stop asking. I might ignore you if you do ask again. It's just a small problem why make a big fuss out of it when i don't even give a shit about it. The reason i don't smile that day it's cause i'm bored and tired. And it's a bloody rip off really.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm happy about everything that's going on right now. Everything is going great. Spring cleaning tomorrow. Man, it's gonna be a long day. Gym, Cleaning, Basketball and BBQ. Nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hanged out with the gang today. It's winter something (according to Reev Ng). In chinese we call it tang yuen festival i think. Well, family isn't here to celebrate that. I'm home alone. Well even if they were here we don't do things like that anyway so yea. A lot of upcoming events soon. I'm tired. Time to get some sleep early day tomorrow. Kbyee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-4739726214063312020?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4739726214063312020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4739726214063312020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-do-you-love.html' title='How do you love?'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7120500891422968121</id><published>2009-12-22T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:34:36.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rip Off Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The prom is seriously weird. Never been to a prom like this. It's not like that bad la but in a way, it doesn't feel like prom. It's more like a club in there. The after party was better. Played beer pong/cap. Win. Now stoning at home. Bloody vodka so disgusting. Back at home now. Bloody tired. Off to sleep i guess. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-7120500891422968121?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7120500891422968121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7120500891422968121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/rip-off-night.html' title='Rip Off Night'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-929902086080693468</id><published>2009-12-21T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T03:32:12.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My hair is short:(. I don't understand why the hairstylists never gets the term "trim". Just get my hair back to shape and i'm happy but now it's like WTFED short. Well, some of them said it's nice so i guess i have to go with it anyway. It's not like it'll grow back in a split second or a day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, poker again just now at Brendan's place. Was kinda fun, we actually had a bbq session at the same time. Brendan and his PORK. His so called theory. "Eat pork and you'll be able to answer any questions". Poker was fun for the first time cause i'm actually serious. And not laughing out loud when i have a good hand. It's thrilling really. When i start shouting in joy they know i have a good hand and they all will just back out. Which is bad cause i won't get to earn and money also the good cards don't come to me all the time. Psycho-ing people is an awesome shit. You know you don't have anything to win but yet you still try your luck and try to make people back out from the game by raising stakes. Brendan is a bulldozer i must say. Well, the prom is tomorrow. I ended up with no date. Sad case.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Family are going off to KL tomorrow. I'll be home alone. Actually not really my maid is here but she'll be off for a few days for x'mas. But home alone for x'mas is sad. Oh well, my family don't celebrate that occasion anyway. So, guess that's about it. Ciao. Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-929902086080693468?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/929902086080693468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/929902086080693468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-hair.html' title='My Hair!'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2902823897726534237</id><published>2009-12-20T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:35:15.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ @ Jesselton Condo, Tuesday,22 December 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For those who didn't get the message. There will be a BBQ party at Jesselton the Condominium near SMC, Damai. Each has to pay Rm15 for the food and drinks. If anyone of you has a BBQ pit. Please contact Reeve Ng.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-2902823897726534237?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2902823897726534237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2902823897726534237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/bbq-jesselton-condo-tuesday22-december.html' title='BBQ @ Jesselton Condo, Tuesday,22 December 2009.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7465474865235663787</id><published>2009-12-20T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:31:35.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I opened my eyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I wake up, reading a text message. It took me by surprise. Well, in a way it kinda did. It took me a while to even think what to say next even though its a simple yes or no question. I thought that there would be something good coming up for me. I lost all hope. Then again i had some in me. What can i say, in life we are never really sure about certain things. What pisses me most is that, i waste my time doing things i don't want to when i'm suppose to do something i wanted to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, Poker was a bit disappointing. I ended up losing Rm1 which is a good thing but why cant i at least win some money. Sad. Most of them who won didn't really win much as well. Friendly game what can i say. We don't take our friends money. It's still fun though. Matthew is back. It's going to be an awesome holiday this year. The last time i came back which was Hari Raya. I thought it was fun too but come to think of it i came back wasting time and money at the same time it's for a stupid cause. I'm sure some of you do know what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That's about it. Finally getting a haircut tomorrow. I hope. Matt DIU please wake up dude. Kbye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-7465474865235663787?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7465474865235663787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7465474865235663787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-opened-my-eyes.html' title='I opened my eyes.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-4209959338857067309</id><published>2009-12-19T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:27:47.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening "gong"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Been out every single night since i came back. It's tiring but it's worth every second of it. Well, Karaoke last night. Was awesome. Oh, Elegance in White was not bad it was actually you know quite fun actually. Just came home from the gym not long ago with Darren. Swam as well. Bloody&amp;nbsp;exhausted. Poker later:) . Hopefully i'll win some money. I'm kinda broke-ish. Anyway, that's about it and yea Matt DIU is back! Awesome. It's just going to get even happening each day. Kbye.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-4209959338857067309?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4209959338857067309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4209959338857067309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/happening-gong.html' title='Happening &quot;gong&quot;'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-3146360965623215245</id><published>2009-12-17T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:10:01.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elegance In White.</title><content type='html'>Man, i seriously don't know what to wear for that event. I'm afraid i'm underdressed or i dress in an improper way. Whatever i'm going cause Darren is back. Well, it's going to be a blast with him around. Chyea Boiii. Kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-3146360965623215245?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3146360965623215245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3146360965623215245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/elegance-in-white.html' title='Elegance In White.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-3442298352781360743</id><published>2009-12-17T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T02:12:19.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I waited for you.Really.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;My holiday is getting even interesting as time goes by. It's a good thing. Never had so much fun in a long time. Out everyday and back home late. I feel bad though didn't really spend time with my mum much. But well, i admit i never really do spend time with my family. Even if i'm at home i'll be doing my own stuff. Reading, playing the guitar and whatsoever. Anyway, Phang's surprise turn out well. We got whip cream all over him. Was funny really. Video will be up soon i guess. Hang out at Upperstar just now. Pretty much with the same gang. I agree i'm really noisy when i get hyper. :( Well, it's fun but i'm sorry if i overdo it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My sunburn is really bad. Bloody look like lobster. Skins not peeling yet though but it's so damn itchy. Suppose to go island again today but i'm broke. Spend money like a spendaholic ever since i came back to KK. And my sunburn isn't getting any better. Oh well, next week perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gym is still my everyday routine. With Bruce and my younger brother. Well, this afternoon went out with a good friend of mine. And then gym. And then dinner with the guys and then upperstar and then pool and then mamak with Bruce. No money MCD la. ATM is a pain in the arse all the ATM machines are down wtf. Don't dare to ask money from my mum she'll definitely shoot my head off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Anyway off to sleep. Gym tomorrow. And Bed for the Elegance in White. Who else is going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-3442298352781360743?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3442298352781360743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3442298352781360743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-waited-for-youreally.html' title='I waited for you.Really.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-4039470478489085609</id><published>2009-12-15T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:00:39.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Change Your Mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Everything has changed. In both good and bad ways. Friends, and everything around me. I'm not surprised but after some time realized that the person who you trust most are actually people we have to be more cautious. Not that i'm putting it out to anyone that i trust. It's just a fact. They know you too well and they do know your weaknesses and your attitude and how you do things and whatsoever. I leave these thoughts as it is and shit happens to me. I want to be cautious but i don't want to doubt my friends at the same time. If you get what i mean that is. Well, maybe you don't but yea. Anyway, i'll be making a youtube account soon. But i cant figure any name for the account. Any ideas. No funny names please :). Gd' night. I barely got enough sleep. Just 2 hours and off to the island i went earlier this morning. So yea probably won't wake up till evening tomorrow. I love sleeping:) Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-4039470478489085609?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4039470478489085609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/4039470478489085609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-i-could-change-your-mind.html' title='If I Could Change Your Mind.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-981644129075356078</id><published>2009-12-15T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T02:40:50.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Trip Was Awesome?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went to Manukan Island today. I bloody hate people who just out of the sudden ditches the plans and decides not to go. Thanks to Yao,Derek,Crys and Phang for making it happen even without the others. Well, i'm bloody burnt no shit. Didnt use the tanning oil nor the sun lotion. But well, it's an island trip and i'm used to it. I'm gonna be in a lot of pain tomorrow. Well, just got home from supper with Bruce and the gang. Funny riddles and racist jokes again. Nothing else to crap about. I might be going to island again this Thursday or Wednesday with Yao's friends from Sandakan i think. Well, Darren is coming back and yes we're gonna party like mad. I'm mad broke now really. Spend like bloody a lot since i get back. Well holidays:s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-981644129075356078?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/981644129075356078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/981644129075356078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/island-trip-was-awesome.html' title='Island Trip Was Awesome?'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5137368514945643070</id><published>2009-12-15T02:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T03:09:07.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Behind the Lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A round of applause to this person. No names mentioned. You plotted everything out and it went well for you i'm pretty sure. I admit i do always get outsmart by you and i'm not surprise your plan went the way you wanted it to. I'm fooled. You know that i will figure it out anyway. You kept me wondering what was the answers to the questions for months now and yet i still figured it out. You and your "i don't know how to reject people" thing going on with you. Nah, i'm not mad or anything i shouldn't be i think i do deserve this in a way. It's life anyway why bother. Surprisingly though, all the things you told me. Hmm, were they all lies? Thanks to someone i actually felt like ranting about it. I totally forgotten about you until that person talked to me. That person told me things that I tend not to give a care about things or people who doesn't give a care about me or it at all. That person said, a lot in fact. Too much even though the details weren't as clear as it seems. Whatever. I've done too much favors for people, in return i get nothing but stabs from the back. I like helping out it's my pleasure to. But sometimes, we should know our limits on depending on people. 4 more years for me. Just 4 more years and i'll be out of this wretched life of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Emo much? Haha, it's just rants, don't bother. Tired:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-5137368514945643070?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5137368514945643070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5137368514945643070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-behind-lies.html' title='Truth Behind the Lies.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-3039292251522758527</id><published>2009-12-14T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:33:12.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look It's a shooting Star! &amp; K-pop Fever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just got home again. As usual late. Well it's how we spend our holidays. It's fun. Went out for movie in the afternoon. Man, storm warriors 2 was disappointing. The first one was awesome that's what made people wanting to watch the sequel. But man, compare to the first one, this one sucks big time. It's boring, irrelevant, and confusing. But yea, for those who are fans of Storm Warriors maybe you should check it out and see it for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went stargazing after dinner. Was bloody awesome. Never thought there would actually be shooting stars. Saw like 4. There were actually a lot but man, was dancing and talking missed a lot of it. Joanne's the only one who was so focused.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, i'm sure A LOT OF YOU have heard of SNSD. The k-pop sensation. A band with 9 girls. I tell you, it's really not my thing. Many has tried to influence me but nah not working. Kuan and Lo was the first 2 person i knew that are so into SNSD. Then comes my college mates and then when i came back to KK, apparently Boon seems to be into it. Then now almost everyone in our group actually likes it. Well, i learnt how to dance to their song Gee. Pretty funny dance really. They can dance dude, no joke. Especially Lo shit awesome! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ISLAND TOMORROW! YAY! Supposed to be cancel due to most of them not wanting to go. But thank god, we manage to get most of them to go. Well, it's Sabah it's a MUST to visit the islands. We will be heading off to Manukan. One of the most visited islands in Sabah. I love the sun:). Who doesn't. In KL we don't get to be on islands like this and also i barely see the sun in KL. It's always raining and the haze kills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Off to sleep now. Need to wake up bloody early:(. Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-3039292251522758527?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3039292251522758527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3039292251522758527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/look-its-shooting-star-k-pop-fever.html' title='Look It&apos;s a shooting Star! &amp; K-pop Fever!'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7177860940733337020</id><published>2009-12-13T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T03:56:31.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Understand.No.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just got back from *cough*cough* cyber cafe. Man, lifeless much? Nobody wants to go out today so we that is the guys ended up wasting our night at the cyber cafe. Well, suppose to go to White Room but nobody replied so yea change of plans i guess. Went out with Crys and Saraaaaaa. Went to Cathay for movie but sadly we watched the movies already. So went off to 1B and again we are too late. All the movies started at 9 to 10ish. So yea, went to Starbucks instead and then there comes Derek and Paul with their 2 friends. Talk a bunch of crap and then went for pool. After that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ROTI KOBRA&lt;/span&gt;! Damn nice eh! It's a must try really. Anyway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometimes being the organizer really is a pain in the ass and it's pretty stress. I feel you Reeve. Bloody tough. You have to get everyones answer or reply ASAP and start organizing plans or events for the next coming days. Like just now we were told to meet at White Room but nobody replied the sms. So the plans off. It's a Saturday dude we can't be sitting at home wasting our lives. At least go out for a drink? Well, bragging about it won't help anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So, island trip is coming this Monday. Hopefully it will happen. And then island trip once more on Wednesday! With a bunch of people who i don't know actually. There's like 25++ of em' so i bet it'll be fun you know to meet new people. Make new friends , talk, socialize and yea whatever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, off to sleep. Good luck Saraaa for your press conference tomorrow:P. I bring huge ass banner!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ciao.Kbye.&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/1242760095442558432-7177860940733337020?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7177860940733337020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7177860940733337020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-dont-understandno.html' title='I Don&apos;t Understand.No.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-8149276009881603295</id><published>2009-12-12T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T03:07:52.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think in our shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, just came back from IceBar and Supper. It was okay. Icebar just needs a dance floor. The music is awesome. You just want to dance to the beat but man, there isn't a dance floor:(. Well, learnt to play an awesome drinking game. It's called 007. It's funny and fun it's more like a reflex game. Sometimes drinking games are the only thing left to do to make everyone drink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm kinda sad to know that i have friends who are so bloody inconsiderate. I mean, you can be inconsiderate but not at the wrong time dude. You leave us with your "errands" and just went off. It's not right really. I don't mind but it wouldn't harm to let us know in advance? But whatever la there isn't anything we can do to change a person anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went to Sutera in the afternoon, sunset was lovely. As always. Met Celeste Lo. Funny girl. Skipped gym and went for a swim. I feel so fat when i skip gym really. Gotta sweat the toxins tomorrow. Wake up Bruce please:).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a lil tipsy time to head off for sleep. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-8149276009881603295?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8149276009881603295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8149276009881603295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/think-in-our-shoes.html' title='Think in our shoes.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1729160163637390095</id><published>2009-12-10T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T01:36:51.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X'mas Mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;X'mas is weeks away from now. But it's not wrong to be in the mood before the day comes. Anyway, today woke up so bloody early for breakfast and then went to shop for some stuff. The gang stole a teddy bear off the x'mas tree in 1 Borneo. The tree was filled with bears but in a blink of an eye it's like the bears got shaved off the tree. Well i hanged with Cheryl,Joanne,Kim,Ng,Arthur,Kien Fung, and Melanie. Wasn't as big as yesterday's group but yea it's still fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ninja&amp;nbsp;Assassin&amp;nbsp;was disappointing. I'm okay with the violence and bloody killing but the movie is a bit too ironic and fake. But still watchable. Again with the girl's giggling when Rain is half naked. The hell hahaha. And the guys get motivated to work extra hard at the gym haha. Man, i skipped gym today and i skipped futsal. Barely got enough sleep. Just like 3 hours. Gonna hit the bed soon i hope. Hon your Karaoke skills everyone anytime soon we'll be going:).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;To this person take care and good luck. You know who you are. Cheers. And have a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-1729160163637390095?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1729160163637390095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1729160163637390095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-mood.html' title='X&apos;mas Mood.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7234720323169251724</id><published>2009-12-09T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:49:56.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forming My Own Band.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm currently singing for One Way Street a band from KL. Well, kinda got lucky in that band really. Many great things happen. But i've been thinking a while i don't want to stay in that band cause i'm just a sub vocalist and i ended up being their front man. They have a better vocalist anyway. So, here's the deal i might form my own band. I have few people that i want in my band. Of course close friends. I don't bond with my band mates so i want my band mates to be close friends of mine. It makes everything so easier. I love writing songs and of course if it's possible i would like to sing my own songs in gigs if there is any. I won't say that i'm good at writing songs. I'm still trying to get better each time. But yea, probably gonna put up few videos soon. With help from my mates in Sabah. I need your MacBook dude. Anytime soon i'll be making my own youtube account. Probably even a twitter even though i think it's kinda you know. I don't know but it's weird to me in a way. Lol. Anyway, that's about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-7234720323169251724?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7234720323169251724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7234720323169251724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/forming-my-own-band.html' title='Forming My Own Band.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5160456893633488206</id><published>2009-12-09T03:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T03:44:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I pwn you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, I've been going out until 3am every night since i got back to KK. I've never been out this late in KL. Probably just once in a blue moon. I wake up early and i get home for dinner and then i'm out again. It's fun. I'm sure everyone is doing the same. Since Paul and Derek came back we've been to the Cyber Cafe for gaming sessions. Well of course we do that after everyone leaves. We're not that lifeless:). Congrats to those who finish SPM earlier today. And also to those who finishes tomorrow. Amazing how time flies. I seriously don't feel that it's actually December.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hm, Icebar on Friday night. Hope all of you are going. We're gonna drink till we drop:). Probably just you guys and girls i don't drink:P too bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Island trip next week. Man, why not this week? I'm so bloody hyped to go to island dude. It's Sabah we can't find a better island to go to in KL. Derek let's go this week:).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There's something i want to rant about but i don't remember what it is. So yea whatever off to snooze. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-5160456893633488206?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5160456893633488206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5160456893633488206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-pwn-you.html' title='I pwn you!'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6662327793662774047</id><published>2009-12-08T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T02:34:26.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bros Over Hoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bros over hoes. Hm. It made me think. A lot. Well, i'm sure everyone knows this term. For those who doesn't it means friends over girls. For the guys of course we use this term a lot when one of our friend ditches us for his girlfriend or the girl he likes. Back then when i was young, i used to think having a girlfriend is important. But nah, i think having your friends are of course the priority and don't forget our family members too. No one likes to be neglected just because of their lovers right? I'm glad tonight's outing turn out to be a blast. Random. But that's how we roll:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prejudice. Is a funny game and unfair dude. I told you all don't play but what to do it's fun anyway. Buyers is the priority. If not you'll be drinking whole night man. I practically don't like beer and i'm allergy to it. The most i can drink is just 2 bottles probably. Any more i can choke or if i'm lucky i'll end up getting rashes. Well, Lo you're a bloody mean bastard haha the way you play prejudice is ghey. KK is love really. It's bored but we surely will find something fun to do in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had a tons of fun today, i'm sure tomorrow will be better. Anyway, i wonder when the results are coming out i'm bloody nervous. Hopefully i don't flunk any subjects. Same goes to the others. Update each other keep in touch. See you guys next year. Ciao.&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/1242760095442558432-6662327793662774047?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6662327793662774047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6662327793662774047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/bros-over-hoes.html' title='Bros Over Hoes.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5121823378261990108</id><published>2009-12-07T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:39:04.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slept Like A Dead Guy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, when i don't have any plans for the day. I end up sleeping for almost 12 hours or maybe even more at times. Well, at least i don't think when im asleep. Sometimes i just want to sleep like for days and not wake up but of course that wouldn't work. Anyway, waiting for someone to pick me up. Finally i don't have to drive:). Kinda got sick of it sometimes. Fly up and down drop people here and there. I'm not complaining it's just that i'm lazy. And Kuan, i need you MACBOOK!:) You know why haha. Anyway, have a g'day all. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-5121823378261990108?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5121823378261990108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5121823378261990108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/slept-like-dead-guy.html' title='Slept Like A Dead Guy.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-8013736617323087482</id><published>2009-12-07T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T01:38:46.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you guys! Karaoke BABY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, just back from karaoke. Was bloody awesome. And guess what guess what! I'm surprised that i actually pulled off Boys Like Girls - Hero Heroine. The last few times i was a bit pitchy but now i made it fine. That's what they told me. Well was fun but we should go there earlier. I told you i would hog the mic today i wanna sing my heart out haha, kidding. Anyway, welcome back Paul and Derek. To Kuan,Derek,Paul,Crys i love you guys really. When my days are dark, i know you all will always be there. I mean i don't wanna brag about it but i know you all know what i'm saying. Stop teasing me with that name please. It's annoying. Well, time to watch The Office. On marathon :) It's not as funny as Two and a Half Men but watchable i guess. Ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-8013736617323087482?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8013736617323087482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8013736617323087482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-guys-karaoke-baby.html' title='I love you guys! Karaoke BABY!'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2211756532427600384</id><published>2009-12-06T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:43:35.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Over You.</title><content type='html'>After i've seen that shit. I feel like shit so fuck you. Really. I think i'll just move on with life. No point anyway sitting and pretending that i don't care. This time i'll just make it real. Just back from gym anyway. Gonna take a shower and gonna go off to pick 4 people up. Man, tiring :( Well ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-2211756532427600384?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2211756532427600384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2211756532427600384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-over-you.html' title='I&apos;m Over You.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-8209932470697311707</id><published>2009-12-06T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T12:45:22.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you tell a lie, When you speak the truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know why but i find this word meaningful. Can you tell a lie when you speak the truth.But yea in a way the sentence itself doesn't make sense. But if you think out of the box it actually does. To me i think that it means, the person who tells you something is actually a lie but to the person it is the truth despite the fact that he knows it is a lie. Get it? haha maybe not but yea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Another boring day in KK. Well, gym again i guess,what else is there to do. Everyone is busy today with their family plans, weddings, parties and etc. I'll just have to waste half my day at the gym and hope for something to pop up at night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know i realise that whatever is happening to me now. It's like karma. I'm like looking at a different people with the exact attitude as i am and i'm being treated the way i treated "others" last time. I don't believe in karma but sometimes it kinda helps me you know not think too much. Might not be true about karma but well makes me kinda relax at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a bit moody today though, probably take it out at the gym later. Feeling so sleepy now. Anyway have a g'day ya'll. Cheers mate and have a good one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-8209932470697311707?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8209932470697311707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8209932470697311707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/can-you-tell-lie-when-you-speak-truth.html' title='Can you tell a lie, When you speak the truth?'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6585486757544821793</id><published>2009-12-06T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:10:33.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Walking Away from the Troubles ahead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know what's happening now. I don't know who to trust. My eyes or the words i hear from "people". It hurts to find out by having "people" telling you but it also hurts if you see it with your own bloody eyes. It's really not easy. I just feel so disappointed. One moment everything is so good, and out of the blue everything just went really bad. You know it always works like this, there are good times and bad times but there are never in between. If you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I just want to know one thing. It's been a while and i still am demanding to know what it is. I just don't know what i am going for now. It's like one moment i'll do whatever it takes to make things right and get you mine. Another moment i just want to give up and walk away despite the fact i still do have feelings for you. I know you're one of a kind. You're definitely someone i want to be with. But what can i say to make you feel the same way? Nothing i guess there isn't anything actually. I'm just looking forward despite the fact that there are secrets, mysteries to be solved, answers to questions and so on. The only thing i'm looking forward to is how will i live my day everyday. I do want to know answers to everything but sometimes i think it's better off that it's just left unanswered you know. The truth can hurt us like a knife, no? But i gotta be thankful, somehow in some particular way i'm actually kinda inspired to write songs. Not emo songs but you know like about something. For say like "love" what about it? Writing songs helps me take my thoughts away, i tend to use it to put me focused into brain storming what words should come up next and i tend to forget what i am worried about or even troubled by. Emotional songs are one of the easiest thing to write to be honest, we all have emotions we go through different emotions every single day. But of course we expect lyricist to write happy songs more than sad songs. But this world seem to be going through sad moments more than happy moments you see. A shoutout to all the other lyricist let's change things, write happy songs even if you're down. We can always turn the frown upside down someway somehow right? Some sad songs are touching,meaningful and you know brings back memories&amp;nbsp;whether&amp;nbsp;it is bad or good. We all have good times and bad times right. So, what the heck i don't know why i'm sad but after writing this down here i feel so much better. Nothing in this world is fair. That's a fact and let's face reality in a better point of view. We shouldn't be thinking about what's coming tomorrow but we should prepare for tomorrow as life is filled with surprises. Now, that's what is thrilling and exciting about life. I treasure this particular girl as a friend even if things don't work out the way i wanted it to. I don't know what's going on around but well i'll live to find out. Shouldn't let this make me sad i'm on a bloody holiday anyway. I lose something but i know i'll gain something in return. Good or bad we'll make use of it then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm always blabbering about my feelings or maybe well let's just say it's what i am going through lately or things go on in my life. It's a blog anyway what's the use of it if i don't spam or write craps all over it. I'm tired really tired. Tired of a lot of things actually. The thoughts just gotta keep away from me for a while. It makes me lose focus easily. Anyhoo, cheers to all. Have a g'day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-6585486757544821793?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6585486757544821793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6585486757544821793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-walking-away-from-troubles-ahead.html' title='I&apos;m Walking Away from the Troubles ahead.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-24010317957761013</id><published>2009-12-04T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T02:26:11.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Sunrise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Man, i swear karaoke was fun but not so fun in a way as the microphone sucks big time. And they so call blame it on me that it is spoil cause of my singing. Sorry:( I will no longer bloody sing:( Kidding. Well, it was fun but REEVE WHY DON'T YOU SING! JUST PARTICIPATE BHA NO HARM DONE ALSO! Well, last night i went to IceBar and drank with Kuan, Lo and his cousin. Bump into parent's friends and man they try to get me drunk. Bloody tipsy when i got home, actually went and barf outside. I didn't drink for quite some time and beer is really disgusting. Im actually allergic to it any more i could have died gasping for air. No shit. Well, it was fun though. Anyway, that's about it. Tomorrow i'll be busy i think. Have a fun and safe trip to Labuan hopefully you all don't sink along with the boat :) Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-24010317957761013?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/24010317957761013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/24010317957761013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/karaoke-sunrise.html' title='Karaoke Sunrise.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-2547295921652170523</id><published>2009-12-02T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:23:04.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampires and Wolves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was bloody looking forward to watching New Moon. And i did. I watched it today. And it wasn't what i expected. It's actually predictable and boring. Don't get me wrong the movie is actually just good but not great. Well, i bet the girls are enjoying themselves. I can hear giggles when Taylor Lauthner i don't know how you spell his name the Wolf guy Jacob Black took off his shirt and when he's just wearing pants all the while in the middle of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there is this thing going on with what erm let's see oh yea, Whose side are you on? Team Jacob or Team Edward. Man it's ridiculous. To me that is no offense to those who picks a side. Well, it's really true the acting of Kristen Stewart is pretty out. It's so sarcastic really. No emotions at all. But overall it's worth watching for those twilight fans. But seriously to those who read the book already i believe they would think it's kinda sucky. Not? Well no offense again:) haha. Anyway off to &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; soon. Gonna sing my lungs out. Oh Oh, i wrote bloody many new songs today. 4 songs in an hour. Sounds good too:) To me that is. Anyway, gotta run. Kbye.&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/1242760095442558432-2547295921652170523?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2547295921652170523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/2547295921652170523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/vampires-and-wolves.html' title='Vampires and Wolves.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-878234048821559162</id><published>2009-12-02T03:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T03:10:11.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Inspiration</title><content type='html'>"You" are my inspiration. You might not read my blog but if you do i'm sure you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-878234048821559162?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/878234048821559162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/878234048821559162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-my-inspiration.html' title='You&apos;re My Inspiration'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5831066643628938605</id><published>2009-12-02T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:33:35.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Life the Best i Can.(Original)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wake up in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Feeling so down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's been a while since i seen you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and i still can't get over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wondering how are you doing without me, cause i'm not doing so good without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm living life the best i can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;despite the fact that you're not here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm living life the best i can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;because i know you're doing the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now,i'm just sitting on the couch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;writing this stupid song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You used to be my inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;but now you're gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel so lost,lost,lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm living life the best i can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;despite the fact that you're not here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm living life the best i can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;because i know you're doing the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh,you know that i need you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh,you know that i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So why did you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm living life the best i can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;despite the fact that you're not here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm living life the best i can,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;because i know you're doing the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I know the lyrics is a bit down. But if i have a bloody way to record i would post it up. It sounds pretty good actually. :) What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-5831066643628938605?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5831066643628938605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5831066643628938605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/living-life-best-i-canoriginal.html' title='Living Life the Best i Can.(Original)'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-8451985362263050369</id><published>2009-12-02T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T00:28:38.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break the Ice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ended up breaking the count. Well, what can i say. I can't resist it. I'm addicted. Probably not. Most of them are right i am kinda addicted. I try to prove them wrong but it only lasted like what a week or two only? But yeah never intended to do it but well maybe there is a good cause to it. We live our lives each day wanting to find out what happen's tomorrow. Agree? Life is full of surprises. Maybe, it'll do me good. Who knows. I'll just have to live and find out what happens next.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And you know what i actually sat in a coffee shop and wrote songs today. It's actually kinda nice you know brainstorming while sipping tea and eating a piece of cake. I know i know it isn't a way to spend the holidays but this is me i'm talking about. Like i said i'm pretty much of a boring guy. And i do love writing songs. About almost anything. Well, that's about it New Moon tomorrow mates. See you guys there. Kuan or whoever who wants to tag along to gym just go i'll be there at 11am till 1pm i guess. Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-8451985362263050369?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8451985362263050369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/8451985362263050369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/break-ice.html' title='Break the Ice.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-3399561361423954448</id><published>2009-12-01T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T04:06:29.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so bitter, but i've seen better days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dreams can be wonderful at times, but some dreams aren't. Dreams that come true or the scenario that you're on going looks like what you saw in your dream we call it "dejavu". Knowing ahead is good at times but also bad. Of course i'm no psychic so yea i'm not going to use that term for what i'm talking about i'm just putting it out there. You see i had a dream once. And man, i can't friggin believe it that it actually happened. I was quiet when it did pretty much lost and my mind just wandered off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Tim" hah, i don't want to judge if that's going to happen so be it i can't do anything about it. I treasure people that are always there for me and so if it's going to happen who am i to say or stop it. Cause fair or not it's life. Maybe he/she deserve better right? But sometimes i just wish that dreams stays where they belong that is our memories and not come to our reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well it happened earlier at night, and when it did i'm just speechless. I give a thought about it , and i don't want that not to turn out the way he/she wants it so why bother giving a care. Everyone has a right to say something but not the right to change things or do things the way they wish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;First comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jealousy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;then comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;well who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;you either get over it or get pissy or grumpy bout it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I did get jealous of course. But nah hate is just not in my dictionary. No point hating a person. It won't change anything anyway. So, probably just get over it. I got no one to talk to about it i doubt anyone will understand the crap im ranting here. So i'll just write it down here since it's a blog. Where i can just write anything i want as it's a blog. Wether people read it or not well i don't really give a care. In the end it's just a place where you want to write down how you feel about something,recent happening, rants and etc. So yeah, people think i'd be down without you or whatever it is. I doubt so, i can live my life the way it is. We learn life lessons everyday and yes "you" taught me a lot in just a few months. To be honest, i do miss "you" all the time really. You know those thoughts you get when you miss someone it's like i wonder what you're doing now. Or how are you doing. Or even do you miss me too. Any random thoughts about her. Man everything just shoots back at me you know. Things i thought i've forgotten has just out of the flying blue came back to me after what happened. Our first day out and all kinds of things that happened. People always say, if you think about it, don't cry just laugh it off. Apparently it's easy as it sounds but no it's hard. You think that things will go your way but nope, it doesn't happen all the time. I'm pretty much a black cat to be honest. I deliver bad luck to people and to myself as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really bitter. I've seen better days than this. Is it the better man that always walk away? No phone call or even letters. No words to cause me any pain. It's actually been years now since anything could actually make me feel this way about someone. Through out this life i'll fake my way. Slowly, i watch you walk away. I tried and tried really, everyday and night. I tried to pull you back and everything to where it was. I seriously wish i could turn everything around. I want you to give me that same smile and attitude. Not opposite of who you are. If it's something i've done.(Despite the fact that i wont know) I want to know just to clear things up ya'know. Not make things awkward. I would love to ring you up and go hello, wanna go out? or anything. But as i pick up my cell, i can't do it. I just can't. Why? It's because i feel so guilty for whatever the reason is even i don't know. Oh of course i want to know but no one would tell me anything. People come to me and ask how are you and bla bla bla. Pfft, i know they know more than i do. All i know is that i have a problem that is assuming things when i don't even know what's going on. It's one habit i hate most in me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a brain that doesn't stop thinking. I can just close my eyes and start thinking and when i open my eyes oh 2 hours passed and im still thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Prom. Hmm. Things didn't turn out the way it was either. Wasn't planning to go anymore actually but well last minute changes i guess. Doesn't really seem like my place to go anyway. Sad to say i'm a loner. I might be the totally opposite of you. I hate being alone but i like being alone. Get it? No? I'm just weird that's what people say. See when im alone i get to wander off to my own world if that's what you call it. But when i'm alone and i'm going through shits. I would love some company. Nah, what am i saying anyway not like anyone would give a care reading this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Inspiration. This is what i always have. It never stops really. Let's take song writing for an example. I can just hold a pen and paper and start writing a song. Why? Well, inspired by the things happening to me, people around me, places im at. But mostly is my life. People come to me saying that i might not get succesful in music biz but i'm a very stubborn person. When a person says that i'll prove them wrong and i won't stop until i do so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;People who judge. Come on, judging people? That's the saddest thing in the world. No one can judge. That is a fact. Because you're not so good yourself. Really. If those of you out there who always judge people, think in our shoes. If we judge you in a way you wouldnt like would you be happy?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Close friends &amp;amp; family. This is what everyone has. I'm sure of it. Close friends. Yes, as a matter of fact i do have. But i've learnt a lot from this. Close friends is a term we call our friend when we know them long enough to trust them. But trust this word is a really big word. Never use it until you're sure. This world is filled with a billion types of different people. A person can change in a split second. I'm naive. Too naive to be exact, people take advantage of me all the time. I know and yet i just don't do shit about it. Close friends are the ones that will do. Cause they know you well enough. Your attitude and your weakness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*Nothing to do with my friends just a rant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The past. Everyone has their dark past or whatever. Mine is what i call tragic. If i look at it in a good way it's actually a good life. I live in a family with parents and siblings. Well yea it's good. If i think outside the box man, it's just plain tragic. People might think i'm lying if you know me well enough pfft, you'll know how i live my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Present. Everything is never okay. Looks okay but no it's not. Nothing is actually. Friends neglecting me. Friends dissing me off. Being used as usual.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seriously i can go on and on. But nah, i'll probably head off to bed. I wonder what will happen tomorrow. Will i hear from you? Will i see you? This are the two main things i always wonder.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all are wondering . Yes i'm most likely running away. Why? No clue, i'm just scared to look ahead now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-3399561361423954448?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3399561361423954448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/3399561361423954448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-so-bitter-but-ive-seen-better-days.html' title='I&apos;m so bitter, but i&apos;ve seen better days.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7472136594598733986</id><published>2009-11-30T03:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T03:23:28.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still im just hoping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Wiuuuu, and there goes another day . It's like a routine every now and then. But i kinda like it though it's pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Wake up late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Yam Cha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Well, maybe it's kinda boring but what can i say it's KK. And i haven't met most of my friends for almost 2 bloody years and yes we have damn many bloody things to catch up with. We can never finish talking. We just keep going on and on and oh it's like what 2/3 am. Well tomorrow i guess it'll be the same. Had dinner at Salut. The soft shell crabs are bloody good but man i'm broke. Well that's about it. AND KUAN PLEASE GO TO PROM! AND SAME GOES TO YOU YIDA!:) I no prom date don't make me stand there alone like a lonely tree. Even Bruce has a date now:p haha. Kbye.&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/1242760095442558432-7472136594598733986?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7472136594598733986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7472136594598733986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/11/still-im-just-hoping.html' title='Still im just hoping.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-883838047995373277</id><published>2009-11-29T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T01:08:56.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to see you.</title><content type='html'>I'm home and i'm happy maybe. I don't know something is just missing. I think i know but i'm just avoiding. Or trying not to think about you. I pretty much want to see you. But i doubt anything good will happen anyway. Well, if i do bump into you maybe i'll just look away. Maybe. Who knows. Everything is messed up. Nothing is clear to me now. It used to be clear. But not anymore. Well, i'll just make the best out of it during the holidays. Cheers to all. Have a good and jolly holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-883838047995373277?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/883838047995373277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/883838047995373277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-want-to-see-you.html' title='I want to see you.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-6951739136797898522</id><published>2009-11-26T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T20:01:47.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye KL , Hello KK. :)</title><content type='html'>Finally exams are OVER! And to all my mates, thanks for hanging out today. Ice skating was really terrible but yea i had fun. Bloody leg swallon so i cant skate:( Anyway bowling was fun. And Adly and Zain thanks for going shopping with me haha. Thought that you 2 weren't the shopping type of person. :p Penguin sorry la why so marah last day already dont merajuk la haha. No more penguin jokes i swear:). Well i had fun today, i'm sure you all did have fun too. I'm going off to pack now bloody many things to pack. Take care guys and girls see you all next year and please keep in touch especially when our results are out! Chaluu. I'll be posting up another video of course and Adly post pictures up at facebook ASAP!. Chiaoo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-6951739136797898522?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6951739136797898522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/6951739136797898522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/11/bye-kl-hello-kk.html' title='Bye KL , Hello KK. :)'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-466401532636897991</id><published>2009-11-25T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:50:25.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Augustana-Boston (Cover)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-532ad7149a78bf88" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D532ad7149a78bf88%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302421%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23EA5630DDEA38AD1D0DDB4044B2FEFA3F588B2F.3803CC3688CABECF3D49393D2675D115DE761075%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D532ad7149a78bf88%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_cswKh-AMKfjHKH4KfcRNPmSA80&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D532ad7149a78bf88%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331302421%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23EA5630DDEA38AD1D0DDB4044B2FEFA3F588B2F.3803CC3688CABECF3D49393D2675D115DE761075%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D532ad7149a78bf88%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_cswKh-AMKfjHKH4KfcRNPmSA80&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;First off,the sound quality is kinda bad cause i recorded it off the Electric Keyboard. Anyway, and there are a lot of troubles uploading it also so yea i had to put in some pictures and whatsoever so that it'll work. And, i'm not so used to singing while playing the piano so it might sound pretty bad. Thanks to FL Studio and Autotune i edited and added a bit of drums and effects over the music also it's my first few times using the program still exploring so might be a bit sucky as well haha. Enjoy and of course i dedicate this to my fellow classmates and course mates. Okay, imma off to study. Kbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-466401532636897991?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/466401532636897991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/466401532636897991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/11/augustana-boston-cover.html' title='Augustana-Boston (Cover)'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1819856149133896474</id><published>2009-11-25T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:32:09.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Sometimes,you need to learn how to run before you learn how to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-1819856149133896474?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1819856149133896474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1819856149133896474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimesyou-need-to-learn-how-to-run.html' title=''/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-358738182711078157</id><published>2009-11-25T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T18:31:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Knew How am I feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;It sucks to pretending that i don't care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;When i actually really do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-358738182711078157?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/358738182711078157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/358738182711078157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-you-knew-how-am-i-feeling.html' title='If You Knew How am I feeling.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-5594801474462264874</id><published>2009-11-25T11:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:51:32.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought i am not. But i still do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Accounts is just pain in the arse. Hopefully all goes well. Anyway, i'm going upload a cover song tonight. Leg is killing me and im bloody tired. Adly and the gang if you're reading this, call everyone to go out after exams tomorrow,i'll let Shahar and the others know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;It's amazing how time flies. Tomorrow is the last day of semester and exams. And day after that i'll be home. By the way, Welcome home Randy Kuan. Didn't see you for ages man. I want my PERVY SHIRT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Man, I'm feeling a bit grumpy. Bloody mood swings are so bloody annoying and don't forget the bloody thoughts that always bother me. You know when you think that something you're looking forward to is going to happen you get excited. Suddenly in the end it just ended up not happening. It sucks really.Well, there isn't any promises attached anyway. At least for one moment i felt good haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Anywayyy, I somehow think i might have a minor fracture this pain i'm having on my ankle is so bloody farmiliar/similar to what i felt when i fracture my ankle before. I can barely walk thanks to the painkillers i manage to get to college. Now it hurts like i dont know but yea bloody pain. Well good day all. Chaluu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1242760095442558432-5594801474462264874?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5594801474462264874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/5594801474462264874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-thought-i-am-not-but-i-still-do.html' title='I thought i am not. But i still do.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-1175407745648277587</id><published>2009-11-25T01:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:39:41.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Table Talk,"Prince Albert".</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Man, I was suppose to be studying but i ended have a drinking session with Eugene Goh. Didnt see him for weeks we talk bloody a lot of crap. Well to be honest, i actually prefer sitting down chilling and talk. It's relaxing and stress free. See now i'm not even stress about accounts despite the fact that i have a feeling i'll screw that paper anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Well, our topics were bloody random. Since he is a pharmacist we talk about one of man's most important medicine when "Prince Albert" starts to have a bit of malfunction. Guys im sure you know what i mean. It is .............Viagra. Pretty funny though the way he explain it. There are 3 brands of this kind of medicine. I don't remember the brands but Viagra is one of it. Comparing the other 2 with Viagra it isn't as long lasting as Viagra. The nickname for Viagra is Marathon Runner because the effect last long. Whereas the other 2 we call sprinter meaning last only maybe half an hour hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't get me wrong i don't need it, it's just that im wondering how does it actually helps us when we need it in the future or maybe not. Just to avoid using that word i'll use "Prince Albert" instead. I realise that there's a weakness that guys can never avoid. A man if never forgiving but "Prince Albert" is. I don't want to continue any further cause it might get a little offensive and yea misunderstanding sooo i'm sure if you're smart you'll get what i mean. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Back to the point, sometimes when you don't see your close friend or friend or whoever, it's nice to meet up and get updated. Compare to those who see each other everyday we got nothing much to talk about but when we don't see each other in a while. Man, we can sit and talk for hours and you won't realise that time flies so fast. Anyway, sorry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;for the long post. I type too much:s Well, have fun in Bang Cock Eugene hahaha. Don't hook up with the wrong gender there:) Anyhoo, good luck to all tomorrow. After Accounts we are again one step closer to holidays. Cheers and Ciaoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;*KING ALBERT is for older men. haha &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/1242760095442558432-1175407745648277587?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1175407745648277587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/1175407745648277587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/11/table-talk-king-albert.html' title='Table Talk,&quot;Prince Albert&quot;.'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1242760095442558432.post-7806086705009851014</id><published>2009-11-24T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T20:36:51.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is hotter than a Girl playing the guitar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;A girl playing a saxophone:) No shit. Haha Hot weh.&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/1242760095442558432-7806086705009851014?l=yimss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7806086705009851014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1242760095442558432/posts/default/7806086705009851014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yimss.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-is-hotter-than-girl-playing-guitar.html' title='What is hotter than a Girl playing the guitar?'/><author><name>yim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04202053980113241141</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L6TQumk_vug/S4FItI_z0UI/AAAAAAAAAC8/cF5c8fgMOfM/S220/19034_1285556179195_1238871960_30852913_2545980_n.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
