<?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-2842385356893225289</id><updated>2011-10-11T16:54:31.804+08:00</updated><category term='cry of the helpless...'/><category term='stereotype'/><category term='lawyers and a bunch of hypocrites...'/><category term='home sweet home...'/><category term='its a sucky life I.'/><category term='the british invasion'/><category term='its a sucky life II.'/><category term='of law'/><category term='legacies....'/><category term='politics'/><title type='text'>dodgeballs</title><subtitle type='html'>whatever life throws at u, u dodge as best as u can, no?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-7598962654397358305</id><published>2011-10-06T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T15:51:15.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one year later. almost..</title><content type='html'>ahh..after almost one year, here i am.&lt;br /&gt;
still the same.&lt;br /&gt;
with the same friends. (gained a few ; and lost some?)&lt;br /&gt;
 with the same weight (oh i think i actually gained a few. shiaatttzzz!!).&lt;br /&gt;
with the same status (single)&lt;br /&gt;
with the same hair cut (really need to dye my hair!)&lt;br /&gt;
 with the same wardrobe (i think i bought myb one top the entire year.grrrr.)&lt;br /&gt;
not much excitement in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
BUT,&lt;br /&gt;
thank god for my many exciting friends,&lt;br /&gt;
i have some excitement in my life; by proxy.haha!&lt;br /&gt;
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OH YEAH, im a FINAL YEAR student now. that has changed, thank god!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-7598962654397358305?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7598962654397358305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-year-later-almost.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7598962654397358305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7598962654397358305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-year-later-almost.html' title='one year later. almost..'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-149331735095633860</id><published>2010-10-29T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T04:33:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 things to do before i turn 25</title><content type='html'>so here it is my list of 25 things to do before i turn 25, my first post after dissapearing for months. &lt;br /&gt;
why did i do it? boredom. i guess. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;25 Things To Do Before I Turn 25&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;strike&gt;join a car race&lt;/strike&gt; get a car licence.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. get a boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. kiss a guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. buy a car&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. ride a dirtbike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. go-kart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. attend a concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. play a song on the piano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. watch all movies of the top 250 movies of imdb list&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: lime; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. volunteer at a charity event&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. get a tongue piercing and/or tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. visit all the states in m’sia (and wilayahs)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. get a guess handbag&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;14. lose 10 kg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. get a diamond ring/earring/bracelet/pendant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. have a saving of more than rm2000 in fixed deposit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: orange; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. donate blood at least 15 times &amp;amp; sign up to be a donor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;18. attend a rave and/or Halloween party (with proper &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;costume)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. bungee jumping and/or skydiving&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: cyan; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. get enrolled in a gym (or at least live in an apartment with a gym)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: yellow; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. learn a dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. ask a guy out on a date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. get a flip phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;24. &lt;strike&gt;white water rafting&lt;/strike&gt; learn how to swim (then join white water rafting)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. scuba-diving and/or snorkeling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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in another 4 years, i will make a checklist to see how many of this i actually do. &lt;/div&gt;
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as u all probably know, commitment isnt exactly my best pursuit. &lt;/div&gt;
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﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-149331735095633860?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/149331735095633860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2010/10/25-things-to-do-before-i-turn-25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/149331735095633860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/149331735095633860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2010/10/25-things-to-do-before-i-turn-25.html' title='25 things to do before i turn 25'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-4923787330353970845</id><published>2010-04-04T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:26:23.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stereotype'/><title type='text'>stereotypes. oh, how we love them.</title><content type='html'>so, after like a year (maybe im exagerrating a lil, but it has been quite a while), i decided to finally update my blog. my roomie, eva was like "jira update ur blog!!".&lt;br /&gt;
and i said, "my life is not interesting enough to blog." &lt;br /&gt;
and she said "its k, i'll still read it." [she is my roomate, for goodness sake, she already know everything that is goin on..hahahha=)]&lt;br /&gt;
but anyway, evelyn, here's my daily update.juz to make u happy.=)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;1) i woke up at 3.+++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;2) i online-d and watched russell peters. (while u were studying.as usual..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;3) i went out with varun,taya,tharish and surj, drinking. TEA. yes actual TEA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;4)im back in the room, and now im writing my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;5) i'l prob watch couple of episodes of prison break, do my land. discuss consti with u. and sleep really late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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-my "great" sunday in a nutshell. 5nutshells to be precise.=)-&lt;br /&gt;
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interesting? more like pathetic. yes?&lt;br /&gt;
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so anyway, the thing abt the stereotypes. so i told evelyn im goin out to have tea with those peeps, rite and she was like "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ok. isnt it like early for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" ( it was a lil over 5pm). &lt;br /&gt;
so i said, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;well yeah. it is tea time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;
she was like "&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;oh u mean, u gonna drink actual TEA&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;" in a 'its unbelievable' tone of voice.&lt;br /&gt;
so i said "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;yeah, why?is that weird&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
and this is what she said " &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;well, yeah. cuz u guys never go out to drink just TEA. cuz when&amp;nbsp;u guys go out to have a drink. it's always a "drink" as in alco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;
me : &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-_-""""&lt;em&gt; wth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;
i didnt noe at this point to laugh or feel offended. (then i decided to laugh. me being me.)=)&lt;br /&gt;
i said"&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;well, given that we indians invented tea, i think we have the right to drink it, and infact we do?."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
she was like"&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;how would i noe, u never drink in front of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;
hahahaha! gosh.&lt;br /&gt;
stereotype.=)&lt;br /&gt;
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to be fair, i guess its one too many times, me and tharish come back drunk, or slightly tipsy. but then again, this is it. isnt it. THE INDIAN STEREOTYPE.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;hairy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;have white teeth(apparently. not that i noticed),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;DRINKs too much; only alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;and speaks too loud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(feel free to add on to the list).&lt;br /&gt;
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i guess, it sounds kinda crude. but ya know, face it. it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;
and anyway if anyone can criticize indians, its me; being one. &lt;br /&gt;
thats the rule isnt it. u cannot give snide remarks about race and religion except if its urs.=)&lt;br /&gt;
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but our whole lives are like that. surrounded by stereotypes, like it or not. whether u notice it or not.&lt;br /&gt;
i guess it is much easier to defend something when u are labelled as such. &lt;br /&gt;
for instance, when u see a bunch of indians out in the street acting really&amp;nbsp;drunk and&amp;nbsp;"parya-like"(tamil for acting like&amp;nbsp; a barbarian), &lt;br /&gt;
people just shake their head, shrug their shoulder, and say, : "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;see lar, indians. sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;
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and this is global, not only indians.&amp;nbsp;CHINESE peeps for instance (no offence to anyone):&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;hairless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;small eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;flat nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;cant pronounce "r" properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;and etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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again, its not everyone. but the general stereotype.&lt;br /&gt;
but in actuality, does this really applies to all? i think not.&lt;br /&gt;
the stereotype is so eminent, up to a point where if u find a slightly darker toned chinese, the first ques u ask is " &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;are u mix&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;
which applies, also to the indians. a fair indian for instance, and you get the same question thrown at u. case in point, me.&lt;br /&gt;
if i get a ringgit everytime someone asks that to me, i'l be fucking rich by now, i'l tell u that. not that im complaining, or anything.im perfectly happy with my skin tone.=)&lt;br /&gt;
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so what, if a chinese is&amp;nbsp;"dark" and has hair on their arms and legs. so what if im indian, am fair and speak with a chinese accent.&lt;br /&gt;
who cares? &lt;br /&gt;
who sets this so called "stereotypes" anyway? is there like a book, or sumthing.&lt;br /&gt;
and how did it come about in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;
that, is almost impossible to answer. its like the chicken and the egg story. u never&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;which came first. the stereotype which tuned our mind to think that way. or that, because our mind thinks that, the stereotype comes abt.&lt;br /&gt;
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if u think abt it really, u can juz make up a stereotype right now&amp;nbsp;and tell someone. and trust me, word gets around. &lt;br /&gt;
like, now im telling you - indian ppl have big hands and&amp;nbsp;feet. chinese ppl have larger brain. indians cant sing jazz. and bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;
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see, u really can make this shit up.&lt;br /&gt;
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personally, i think stereotypes are bull crap. &lt;br /&gt;
im indian. im fair. i dont have that much of hair on my body. i dont really have white teeth. i speak english with a slight chinese accent. and apparently i have a keen ear and so pronounce chinese words accurately;almost. and i have a high tolerance to alco. i like to drink. and i speak loudly. so what?&lt;br /&gt;
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but&amp;nbsp;it saddens me that the whole stereotype is so out there that if u are chinese and hairy, u are an&amp;nbsp;anomaly.&lt;br /&gt;
this is a&amp;nbsp;true convo&amp;nbsp;i overheard.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;chinese girl&amp;nbsp;1: hey, look at ur leg, do hairy. and the hair is curly.(to chinese girl 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;chinese girl 2: yeah, thats y. i usually shave it&amp;nbsp;off.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;chinese girl 1: thank god that u do.&amp;nbsp;its like so&amp;nbsp;eww. like indian like that.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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true story. &lt;br /&gt;
and ppl wonder why racism exist? how not to be racist, when you categorize ppl and place them into groups of stereotypes. sometimes, i wonder, would the world be a better place, if all of us are of the same colour.&lt;br /&gt;
but then again, that's a boring world to be in.&lt;br /&gt;
so, i guess. stereotypes, does&amp;nbsp;make&amp;nbsp;life a tad&amp;nbsp;more&amp;nbsp;interesting. &lt;br /&gt;
if u are on the good side of it, that is.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-4923787330353970845?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4923787330353970845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2010/04/stereotypes-oh-how-we-love-them.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/4923787330353970845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/4923787330353970845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2010/04/stereotypes-oh-how-we-love-them.html' title='stereotypes. oh, how we love them.'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-5945481043142837118</id><published>2009-10-28T05:11:00.044+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T06:15:29.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before the month is up</title><content type='html'>since my last blog, i must say my life had been a tad more interesting and exciting too..&lt;br /&gt;
lets begin with the debate competition..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: purple;"&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: purple;"&gt;nter-college 2009 (10th and 11th Oct)&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
i partnered tharish, my senior who also happens to be my roomate..&lt;br /&gt;
we went in with very high hopes of winning the competition (because, inittially we actually had a very good chance before it got killed when we found out that or super-super senior; who is not suppose to be debating anymore, decided to join the competition as well..oh wat fun..)&lt;br /&gt;
but, at the end we ended up as the 2nd runner-up..not too shabby i guess, but still...i blame it on myself for not nailing at least the 2nd place..=(&lt;br /&gt;
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*my first ever medal and laminated! cert (no kidding)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: red;"&gt;Deepavali 2009(17th oct)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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despite having only the weekend off for deepavali, (no thanks to our hypocrite govt, for advocating one thing and practicing another; raya- 1 week break!, deepavali- 1 day! so much for 1 malaysia, huh..hmrmphh!) &lt;br /&gt;
i did enjoy myself very much...&lt;br /&gt;
had my best frens over, [thx mel, yp and joanne for coming..=) ](the only pic we took can be found in yp's blog =)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;the accident(19th oct)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;except for one minor thing...on my way back to um, me and my bro got into a major acci but somehow, managed to get out of it, with only minor injuries..but i cant say the same for the poor car.=(&lt;br /&gt;
some dude, who was chased by police, somehow flipped, crashed onto a trailer and the motor ended up at the back of my car..[no joke.] and the trailer came crashing moments later, my brother swerved, hit the curb and came to a halt!&lt;br /&gt;
after being stunned for a moment, i turned to see a motorcycle jutting into the car! *WTF!*&lt;br /&gt;
but, thank god, both of us are fine!&lt;br /&gt;
this is called karma paying back...[i shudn't have skipped my class..=p]&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;so much for efficiency..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i style="background-color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;wei-yin's birthday (either 14th or 15th oct)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
we went to sushi king to celebrate wei-yin's bday and i literaly ate like a pig, till i cant breathe and walk...&lt;br /&gt;
and then ate some more..(durians!)&lt;br /&gt;
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and after that, we headed out over to OLD TOWN Pantai Panorama to do our~~~ assignment!*land law*&lt;br /&gt;
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the traffic stopping lappies~^^&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;and so my life is ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far, so good..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm enjoying the most of it.=) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and there's more to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly life is so much more interesting..=)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippee^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-5945481043142837118?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5945481043142837118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-month-is-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/5945481043142837118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/5945481043142837118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/10/before-month-is-up.html' title='before the month is up'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SudUCgVv_JI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/9r_UmlLTIgY/s72-c/DSC00933.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-2385870499794107572</id><published>2009-10-08T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:44:30.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>left in the dark..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i juz hate the feeling of being left in the dark about something..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think if someone has something to say, that someone should juz come out and say it already..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: purple; color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i sooo dont like this...hmrph.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;*am desperately needing fun-time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2842385356893225289-2385870499794107572?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/2385870499794107572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/10/left-in-dark.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/2385870499794107572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/2385870499794107572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/10/left-in-dark.html' title='left in the dark..'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/Ss4H88m-TGI/AAAAAAAAAJs/D-XkIk3ffsA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-1209858528053616420</id><published>2009-10-04T04:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T04:22:28.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its a sucky life II.'/><title type='text'>D.E.A.D.L.I.N.E.S.</title><content type='html'>i have three assignments due within the next three weeks, and i havent got started on any..(partially my fault, i shall admit) :&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Criminal - 9/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: blue;"&gt;Land - 16/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: purple;"&gt;Conflicts - 23/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;and..&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;i have a faculty program from &lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #cc0000;"&gt;6 - 8th&lt;/span&gt; AND a debate competition on the &lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;10th and 11th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;i officially have no LIFE.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;other than my pathetic one in law&amp;nbsp;school.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;*sighs*&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-1209858528053616420?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1209858528053616420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/10/deadlines.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1209858528053616420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1209858528053616420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/10/deadlines.html' title='D.E.A.D.L.I.N.E.S.'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-1946578095223053816</id><published>2009-09-06T17:16:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T21:02:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday night fever..partay-ing!=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;14th August 2009 - Senior's Graduation&lt;/span&gt; : the day where we juniors look at their happy faces in envy, and secretly dreaming about the day to come for them..=)

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378327674774541138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SqOohkyW01I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kLydQdZ9Sq8/s320/5216_1206018787984_1154090493_628750_2009119_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some of the graduating seniors...=)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 weeks later...&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;5th September 2009 - Convo Party!!&lt;/span&gt; : an annual event that all the Indian jing-bang of UM law fac looks fwd too...a night of fun, laughter, spicy food, and...all night dancing!=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the night's tentative...[as how it should have been] btw, i was the mc!TAMIL MC ok..no joke..[wat a disaster that was..]&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;7.30-7.45pm: arrival of guests&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.00-8.15pm: intro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.15-8.30pm: rep speech : 1.rueban 2.sritharan 3.thamarai...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.30-8.45pm : game1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8.50-9.00pm : arrival of special guest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.00-9.45pm: MAKAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.45-10.00: game2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.00-12.25:dance floor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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but...wat actually happened was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;7.30 pm&lt;/span&gt; - me and karth still in the room...waiting for rueban... &lt;em&gt;(he msgd : hey i'm gona be a lil late..so wait till i msg u gals k..)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;7.45pm&lt;/span&gt; - still waiting&lt;em&gt;...[ karth : "indian time wat..biasalar.."]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;


 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378328278098218722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SqOpEsV7juI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qtAauhLjlkk/s320/9531_130382308674_515943674_2355867_4852604_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me and karth..=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;7.50pm&lt;/span&gt; -finally he called..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;7.55pm&lt;/span&gt; -walking down. and met amreeta (in her pink australia tshirt...not even dressed yet...) [again..indian time] "&lt;em&gt;amreeta: wat?u guys are only leaving now??" "us: yeah...blame it on rueban..=p"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;8.00pm&lt;/span&gt; - rueban came with 4 other ppl in the car...*sweat*-_-" and so we both stuffed in and 7 of us drove off to Devi's Corner..(and me complaining the whole journey there..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;8.10pm&lt;/span&gt;: finally we reached...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;8.10-8.30pm&lt;/span&gt;: a series of "Heys!" and "Hellos!" , "Hugs and Kisses", "nice remarks of how nice all of us look like.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;8.30pm&lt;/span&gt;: "me:&lt;em&gt;attention everyone, please have a seat, we are abt to begin soon...&lt;/em&gt;" "everyone else: &lt;em&gt;didnt even bother.&lt;/em&gt;..."*ding,ding,ding&lt;em&gt;..* [sivaraj rang the bell to get ppl's attention..=)]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378328880547020482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SqOpnwo6vsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/DpsQNv7i6o4/s320/9531_130382143674_515943674_2355838_656448_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the mc s of the night...me and tan sri..=)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;8.50pm&lt;/span&gt;: finally they settled down..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;8.50pm&lt;/span&gt;: intro..(junior kena buli...=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;9.20pm&lt;/span&gt;: arrival of special guest...it's actually the cake for rueban's b'day..[yup, it was his b'day...and i didnt even knew dat..gosh..! i sheepishly hugged him and said in a very apologetic tone, how sorry i was...*blek*=P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;9.22pm&lt;/span&gt;: rueban asked me who it was, and i smartly told him, it was a cake.... and three seniors sitting next to him, slapped their forehead together! and i was like......huh??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rupa-rupanya the cake was meant as a surprise..hence, : "special guest"!! so, i totally blew the surprise...=(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;9.30pm&lt;/span&gt;: makan time!...oh no..wait play game 1 first..."&lt;em&gt;everyone: arghhhhhh..!"*stomach grumbling&lt;/em&gt;...*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;9.30pm&lt;/span&gt;: Game 1- who has it all? : a list of items will be mentioned, who has it all and is the first to come forward, wins a prize..[&lt;em&gt;karth almost won the first one, but lost it to korina in a close fight of red lipstick, gold ring, silver chain and black watch..!lol]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;9.50pm&lt;/span&gt;: Finally........Makan Time! (&lt;em&gt;on the menu today: fried rice, fried bihun, thosai, idli, putumayum, sambar, chicken parettal, and chicken masak merah..)*very spicy* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378328887138141410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SqOpoJMXROI/AAAAAAAAAIw/43YG4eiIm6k/s320/9531_130382318674_515943674_2355868_6417386_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;makan time!!!delicious spicy food....and amreeta looks like she just got caught doing something bad..lol=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but no mutton...=( and in an indian restaurant!how come....isshhh....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;10.30pm&lt;/span&gt;: Game 2: cancelled...=( and so the next agenda.....DANCE FLOOR!!and the lights went off..=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;10.40pm&lt;/span&gt;: the lights came back on coz everyone was busy taking pictures...lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;11.00pm&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;five:"baby,when the lights go off.....(me singing)" "...your top better dont come off.."(amreeta to me..) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;11.30pm&lt;/span&gt;: my top came off...haha...!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378328897596993250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SqOpowJ8ruI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WyZalu-U4sU/s320/9531_130382548674_515943674_2355910_6049967_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;notice that i'm no longer wearing my half jacket...hehehe..this is after my 'top' came off..=)&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;12.00am&lt;/span&gt;: series of spinning in the middle of the dance floor with rueban and sri..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;



&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378328892510410258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SqOpodNNlhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/2cxKIOqA7PE/s320/9531_130382438674_515943674_2355891_4488661_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me and rueban the birthday boy...and also my spinning partner for the night..lol!=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and the driver too...=p)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;12.40am&lt;/span&gt;: lights came back on...closing speechh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;12.42am&lt;/span&gt;: tharish dropped by for all of 2min..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;12.45am&lt;/span&gt;: group picture..&lt;em&gt;(me and karth suppose to be down in 7 mins coz tharish was waiting, but....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;12.55am&lt;/span&gt;:still taking picture...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1.00am&lt;/span&gt;:series of "byes and tatas" , "see you again soon/next year/tomorrow??", "keep in touch.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1.20am&lt;/span&gt;: i proudly told rueban, tharish will be sending us back..and went down..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1.23am&lt;/span&gt;: tharish was not there&lt;em&gt;..."me: karth, faster msg rueban...aduh!malunye..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1.30am&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"rueban:yeah sure, no prob..i'll send gals back..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1.40am&lt;/span&gt;: reached um and it was raining..great. and the pole at Ist College was down. shit.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1.45am&lt;/span&gt;:after a while contemplating what to do, karth and me ran up the hill in the rain...and got wet...&lt;em&gt;[and the killer part was karth was almost having an asthma attack..she was wheezing so badly..takut aku..]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;1.50am&lt;/span&gt;: finally came back to my room&lt;em&gt;..*cold and shivering*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and finally my saturday came to an end.....YAY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;still so tired till now......=( but it so was worth it...=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;~THE END~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-1946578095223053816?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1946578095223053816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-night-feverpartay-ing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1946578095223053816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1946578095223053816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-night-feverpartay-ing.html' title='saturday night fever..partay-ing!=)'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SqOohkyW01I/AAAAAAAAAIY/kLydQdZ9Sq8/s72-c/5216_1206018787984_1154090493_628750_2009119_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-748593034863252828</id><published>2009-09-04T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:21:35.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry of the helpless...'/><title type='text'>too much to write, too little time...</title><content type='html'>after like a gazillion years of not updating my blog, i sit here staring at the computer for a very very long time.......i knew what i wanted to write for my title and then thats all...
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;lets start with updates:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. i successfully passed my first year and now i'm miserably in my 2nd year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. i'm studying 6 law subjects this year, and i have the faintest idea about all of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Constitutional Law[too deep...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Administrative Law[blur....]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Land Law [yawn.....]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Criminal Law[funny cases...and interesting..]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Family Law[how, when,what to do to get married..plus sum tips on who to get married with...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Conflicts of Law[awesome lecturer.conflicting subject]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. i cram all my tutorials on one day [ MONDAY..of all the days.] and now i'm thinking that that was not a smart move....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. i'm getting nowhere in debates and it saddens me...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5. it's only the second half of the semester and i'm broke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6. i'm going to find a job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7. but that is seeemingly impossible for now, because i joined too many programs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8. i think i joined too many programs and it's eating up all my time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9. i'm always wallowing in self-pity and i think that's pathetic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10. i'm still single.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11. still fat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12. and i hate my life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For now. at least.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-748593034863252828?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/748593034863252828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-much-to-write-too-little-time.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/748593034863252828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/748593034863252828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-much-to-write-too-little-time.html' title='too much to write, too little time...'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-7505523140205470137</id><published>2009-05-06T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:36:12.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home sweet home...'/><title type='text'>i wanna go home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my exam ended like 4 days ago....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the first 2 days after that was like fun!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i went out...did some crazy things..[i'll blog abt it wen i get the pics in my hand,,its more fun that way..lol..]...n basically had loads of fun..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but now.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sigh...life's boring..especially with no entertainment and no frens...gosh..!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;actually i stayed back for debates...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but it has been 4 days already n still no news...im getting tired...and im lonely....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ROBINSON CRUSOE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; must have been a GREAT man...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;he is legendary of course...since we did it for literature in form2...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or a total lunatic.......&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;[wait a minute...is he real???nah...cudnt be..]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i mean come on.....he gets dumped at a beach in nowhere and he survives......????&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that's insane....and then he goes on building rafts from tree logs....rite...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and...and... clothes and his own tools and house.....and the list goes on....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i mean seriously....for real..???&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and then there is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CASTAWAY&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;god, how in the hell do these ppl stay alone for that long...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and without civilization....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;without tv...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;without internet....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;it's like....&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HELL&lt;/span&gt;...!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no wonder tom hanks talked to a ball...[which was v.sad actually...]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i would probably do that to....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;anyway...it's a great movie ..=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thank GOD i'm i was born in the 20th century....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i shall stop complaining..=p&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;but i still miss my home...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ahh...taiping...~&lt;em&gt;the land of peace~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*i wanna go home.*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-7505523140205470137?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7505523140205470137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-go-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7505523140205470137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7505523140205470137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wanna-go-home.html' title='i wanna go home...'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-8840616744616760366</id><published>2009-05-01T09:37:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T17:36:26.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawyers and a bunch of hypocrites...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Of Lee Kuan Yew and Karpal Singh..feat: anwar,dr.M,JB Jeyaretnam n more[law in politics and the art of defamation.]*this is worth reading u guys..*</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;so..ive been taking a break..i was having my exams..still am actually. final hurdle on sat..but i still wana post this as i really have to..it has been too long..

anyway...so these are the few things i have learned recently...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning *long post*&lt;/span&gt; but worth reading =) [&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;u can skip to the bottom part if u want=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ] and i think im turning into sulin..gosh.with such long posts...[ if u are reading this &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SULIN&lt;/span&gt;,no offence ya..=)i love ya blog..hehe=) ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;law is F***-ing dfficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...[&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have no freaking idea why i wanted to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;] well...at times when u dun feel like pulling ur hair out one by one, i guess it is actually pretty cool....but most of the times, especially like exam time,it aint giving you no damn candy canes...
it sucks, especially after staying up the whole nite memorizing an average of 50cases per subject, inclusive of the facts and the principles, u open the paper to find out that u have no single clue what are the goddamn issues of the question and in reality u only really write about 10 cases max for a paper....and a whole load of crappy shit to go with it..thank god i can crap.[at least sumthing i can do in exams..] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;TORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-comes from a latin word "&lt;em&gt;tortious&lt;/em&gt;", which means TWISTED or WRONG. although the text book we all read [ &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prof. Norcahaya's Law of Torts in Malaysia; BTW, she is the lecturer who is teaching us...pretty cool huh??thats the perks of studying in UM lawfac =) u get the best of the bunch..but there is price to pay.of course. Karma is a B***h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.]
prefers to refer tort as 'wrong in the simplest meaning, i on the other hand, much prefer to take it as "Twisted" in all ways, literal and metaphorically.

this is why- there is never right or wrong ever....every goddamn single thing is a huge MAYBE...which is okay...but not that fine when u are trying to write the answer in the exam. which is probably why i used up nearly the entire answer booklet, trying my best to make the grey spot into black or white , with minimal success...[ actual results will be out sometime in june..]

anyway..in tort there are many topics u learn, the widest and most difficult is negligence, yet the most interesting one i say is of course everyone's favourite - DEFAMATION [ or is it just me..hmm.]

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;defamation is when u sue someone for saying bad things bout u that can injure ur reputation, which actually may be a lie...or truth even..-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is defamation so interesting??
simply because, deep down everyone there is this sneaky little devil that loves gossip and some of them are are born to spread them...i.e. Karpal Singh [ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the man is walking legend on a wheelchair...what an irony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..=)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; makes is interesting?
it is the cases that we read...the whole bulk of them is about one screwed up politician suing another one who is equally as bad...or a poltician or a lawyer suing some press, simply because they attempt to tell the truth [ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;coz we all no that is not allowed.God knows why the hell then we have press in the first place if they cant tell us the truth&lt;/em&gt;..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or one lawyer suing the other just for the sake of proving that they know the LAW and the sneaky ways that can be used to manipulate them... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;these are a few examples... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEE KUAN YEW V JB JEYARETNAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...the poor opp leader(jeyaretnam) of Singapore merely said sumthing like Mr. Lee is very good at handling his money unlike me....and the *BAM* he got sued for defamation, in claims that apparently he is implying that the PM is using his status of PM(lee kuan yew) for his own personal financial gains...WOW! and that is the end of JB JEYARETNAM for now as his bank account was completely wiped out off his ass to cover for the damages he has to pay....
there u go a moral of the story..-&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one messes with LEE KUAN YEW!{yeah..babyy!!!}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and another interesting case of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DP VIJANDRAN V KARPAL SINGH...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
karpal said that the other dude did an offence under s420 of Penal Code [ dun ask me, i have no idea what crime is that...i have yet to find out..criminal is 2nd year subject]
anyway, apparently the public doesnt need to know what that means, it is enough that the members of the fraternity [the other liers..oops.... lawyers...] understands and thinks badly of him...and once again *BAM* - defamation! -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so u see with these kind of things that we study...it is no wonder that we come out of law school eager to sue every a** of their money the instance the open their mouth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;we just cant help ourselves..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;there is also fun cases like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LUK KAI LAM V SIM AI LENG, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;someone called a women a prostitute and that she charges rm50 per night and just like that that pity dude got served big time...so peeps watch ur words...u mite get sued before u can even blink ur eyes.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
these are a few more examples of cases...

&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEE KUAN YEW v DEREK GWYN DAVIES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;this dude must have regretted saying sumthing bad abt LEE huh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they shud really learn the lesson- do not mess wif LEE kuan yew, or any other PM for &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TENGKU JAAFAR V KARPAL SINGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;he might be legendary, but he sure as hell get sued alot...(karpal singh)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIM KIT SIANG v LING LIONG SIK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;politicians....how boring life would be without them....=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANUAR IBRAHIM v DR. M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;-apparently u can describe explicit gay love scenes to the public is if u are the prime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;minister, and the one u r describing about is the Deputy cuz this is a matter of public&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;policy....[rite.....and they ban brokeback mountain in m'sia..??puh-leez.. we are already corrupted as it is.its too late to prevent them...duh.]-case and point-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;note: for those who mite be in a state of amnesia for the past 10 years, or simply did not give a damn about this case, anwar the DPM at that time was sacked as he sodomized some dude [ gues he wasn't getting any at home, or maybe it was just not the right sex..(pun intended...hehe..=)] and committed whole lot of other stuff as well, but those are the boring stuffs..haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the thing is ,m'sia can never have a gay Prime Minister. as hard as we claim to be secular government, we are essentially a damn right Muslim country minus the Jihadis [ &lt;strong&gt;but we do have our very own beloved PM to fill up for the empty spot&lt;/strong&gt;] and Hudud Law, and with a little bit a splash of Chinese and dots of Indians here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;although, i would love to see someone try to be. it would be fun to see the JAKIM dudes get in over their head with that thing. can u imagine wat sort of laws they will create.*&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lelaki adalah dilarang berdua-duaan di kawasan awam tanpa ditemani oleh sekurang-kurangnya seorang wanita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;* haha.. hell..they will probably encourage these dudes to get as many chicks as they like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too bad the current one isn't. he is already a terrorist anyway...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JB JEYARETNAM v GOH CHOK TONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;at least Jeya learned sumthing useful...its more fun suing people then being sued...good for &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;him..=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Syed Husin Ali v Utusan Melayu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sandison v Malayan Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Institute of Commercial UK v New Straits Times Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ramanathan v The Malay Mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mohd Jali v New Straits Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;the press is a national favorite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the list goes on and on..............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so ladies and gentlemen, we have a verdict, taking the number one spot for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Favourite Party To Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, * &lt;em&gt;drum roll * - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE PRESS!!! with Karpal Singh following very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;closely behind...=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[note: these are the papers u shud be reading to get the actual truth...it goes without saying after looking at all these lawsuits against them...] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;5. so at the end of the day these are some of the morals in life..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; defame Lee Kuan Yew. he will sue. u will lose. [ but u can try if u have a lot of money.just for fun. ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; sue Karpal Singh. u will most probably lose too.(the man is a genius.amen.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; say bad things abt polticians [especially UMNO dudes]. it is a LOSE LOSE situation. if they dont get you, The ISA will.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; defame/sue lawyers.(unless u are one too..) We are made to be the greatest liers on earth. We will get away with anything. We rule the law, not ruled by the law.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; call anyone a prostitute. That is juz really not nice. U may on the other hand, use the word B***H instead, as it may be still argued in court...=)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; question the Prime Minister. Ur questions will never be answered. Until after he gets sacked or he resigns. then the truth speaks for itself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most importanly.... Do &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; do law. It's a pain in the a**. except if u fall under these categories:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u are a natural born great liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u have a potty mouth and love gossips [both listening and spreading].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u talk alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u r a hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u r good at crapping during exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;u had failed add-maths consistently in school. A1 in SPM and A in Matrics, subjects u to a critical review by the board of lawyers and only eligible upon consideration. if u took Maths in STPM, and got an A,don't bother applying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;but u must be able to count the money that u will make.[if u ever do]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and if u are Karpal Singh's offsprings. [ this is a qualified privilege. u dont have to fulfill the above .]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Important notes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;u really don't have to be good in sejarah to do law. that's a whole bunch of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;at the best it will only get you into the law school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-when u come out, sejarah is nothing but fluff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-"My Lord, I humbly sumbit that i got an A for History" is not an accepted argument in court. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;in lower courts it sounds like this : PEGUAMBELA :" Yang Arif, saya dapat A untuk Sejarah." YANG ARIF : ??!?boleh blah....*with hand gesture*]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;-and neither is that a valid point in your resume. unless u are a Socrates or Plato.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- besides we are doomed to repeat the same goddamn mistakes anyway, so why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bother learning them? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i fulfill all of the above requirements, except of course the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so i guess, i shall stick with law after all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;besides what else can i do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i love kids but i hate teaching them (&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that rules out teaching&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i do not like hospitals, blood, and wiping ppl's ass and cleaning up their vomit ( &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that rules out doctor and nurses&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-the only thing i can draw is a matchstick guy hanging himself, when i play Hangman (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that rules out artist&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i am permanently tone deaf and i sound like a female version of William Hung when i sing (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that rules out singer&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i could write but then again i don't wanna be sued for defamation and end up rotting in ISA.and i can't write anyway. besides, i much prefer doing the suing others part (&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; that rules out journalist&lt;/span&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-i suck big time math, cuz in the name of the freaking God, i can't count, &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so that rules out every other possible career&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-POLITICS IS NOT A CAREER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IT'S A WAY OF LIFE.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a note to certain someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;having said that, not all politicians are corrupted.some might be "Good"..but it is just as a matter of time till the grapes turn sour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;they all become wine someday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i guess u can enjoy ur grapes while they last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but then again, wine tastes so much better...*cough*=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;or how bout juz goin back to the ol skool coffee and tea huh..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;i prefer mine that way..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;old habits die hard...*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;...........................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;law it is then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ANYWAY I GUESS I'M HAPPY.=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;till then here's some advice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Politics is a Dirty Game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So is Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So, saddle up your horses and armour suit up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuz it is a nasty world out there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be sure to come prepared with your swords and shields.(cuz sometimes the pen might not be mightier then the sword)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;till then, ~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pot will always be calling the kettle black&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm a &lt;strong&gt;hypocrite&lt;/strong&gt;.and a &lt;strong&gt;liar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;p/s : pardon the language. i'm pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-8840616744616760366?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8840616744616760366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-lee-kuan-yew-and-karpal-singh-snip.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/8840616744616760366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Possible?"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;well...actually i didnt intend on writing this...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;but i read Jing's blog...titled Is it Possible??&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;so if u havent read it...&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;she was basically questioning that whether is it possible that Happiness will always be there forever and Sadness will never come knocking....&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;well this is my take on it.....&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;em&gt;[i wrote it on her comment, and thought that it was good, so i posted it here as well...=)]&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well.. u noe the answer is obvious..but i juz wanna tell u anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is not possible for happiness to stay forever and sadness to come knocking..as once in awhile one may get tired and the other fills up the spot for it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but that said it is not impossible...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is always how u look at things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if u can find a good thing or a positive thing during the deepest darkest moments of ur life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;there u have it ur happiness....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it will always be there, lurking somewhere in the shadow, waiting for u 2 realise it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so at the end of the day it is up 2u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if u r willing to wait for it and accept it, happiness will always be there, a loyal company next to u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;sometimes u may lose sight of it, not because it went away, but because sadness brought a huge shadow along and block it from u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as long as u can see through it...u will be fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so..yeah..happiness and sadness will cum into ur life like it or not...and it is important to have both of them..but the balance of it, it is really up 2u 2 decide.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;~happiness is like a butterfly, the more u chase it the futher it will fly away...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but if sit back and quietly wait, it will slowly come and rest on your shoulders...~]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-1410667519197853601?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1410667519197853601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/response-to-is-it-possible.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1410667519197853601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1410667519197853601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/response-to-is-it-possible.html' title='a response to &quot;Is it Possible?&quot;....'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-1431502785875372189</id><published>2009-04-14T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:52:10.194+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its a sucky life II.'/><title type='text'>THE NOVEL PLOT TWIST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;so here's the story.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy &lt;/strong&gt;meets&lt;strong&gt; Girl&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; Boy&lt;/strong&gt; befriends &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Girl &lt;/strong&gt;accepts &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; became friends. &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; continue 'befriending' &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; flirts with &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; gets these mixed signals from &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; thinks hard about &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; share life stories. &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; eventually likes &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Girl &lt;/strong&gt;develops feeling towards &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; did not even realise. &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; continued on clapping with one hand. Hoping &lt;strong&gt;Boy &lt;/strong&gt;would eventually clap back. &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; seems like he would....BUT NO! WAIT A MINUTE!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; actually likes&lt;strong&gt; Girl's BF&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;BF&lt;/strong&gt; as in Best Friend that is. Oh yeah...it happened. Again. Oh..and it gets better. Guess when &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; gets to know about it? On HER B'DAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup...OUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but just hold on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it gets better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; actually asked &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; to set them up. Who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Girl's&lt;/strong&gt; BF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;[novel plot twist anyone??]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So..what happens now?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; play the classic role of Cupid??&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or will &lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt; eventually get bored of the nice girl act and turn over a &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; leaf? &lt;em&gt;Bad&lt;/em&gt; leaf more like it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will&lt;strong&gt; Girl&lt;/strong&gt; slowly plan the destruction of &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OR....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; eventually realise &lt;strong&gt;Girl's&lt;/strong&gt; feelings for him?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will &lt;strong&gt;Boy&lt;/strong&gt; feel the same way back??&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;G.O.K......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and oh yeah..Boy did not even wish Girl &lt;em&gt;"Happy B'Day"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;guess no one's singing Happy Birthday now huh...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what's that they always say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~to put salt on a wound~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah..dats the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;



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&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-1431502785875372189?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1431502785875372189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/novel-plot-twist.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1431502785875372189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1431502785875372189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/novel-plot-twist.html' title='THE NOVEL PLOT TWIST.'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-1928499496548866573</id><published>2009-04-14T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:52:47.124+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its a sucky life I.'/><title type='text'>fly on the wall....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall?A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall?All my precious secrets, yeah, you'd know them all..Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
sounds familiar anyone...??
yeah..its the miley cyrus song...
i dun realy like her...but her song, this one...
is kinda cool...


and who wudnt rite...
i mean who wudnt wanna be the fly on the wall....
imagine those things u will noe...
hmmmm....
how i wish.....


i noe u secretly want to...
so dont lie..
life sucks.period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-1928499496548866573?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1928499496548866573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly-on-wall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1928499496548866573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1928499496548866573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/fly-on-wall.html' title='fly on the wall....'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-7620104054517025296</id><published>2009-04-09T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:25:29.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the british invasion'/><title type='text'>its an itchy feeling....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have this itch....noo...its not wat u are thinking..[i'm not that perverted..!]


since i began that day..i always feel like blogging...like about everything...


im getting addicted i guess..haha...


like right now..im suppose to be studying...[which i rely need 2 get my head into...]


but here i am...blogging...


well....right now im excited bout the orientation week.[no..not my one..the juniors one...]


hehehe...or the freshie's as how they are called...


i get to be the JKO...(jawatankuasa orientasi)


its like a really cool thing cuz u get to be all pro and stuff and get to act strict and u can instill terror in them..haha.actualy it shud be respect...yup thats d one...


anyway..im soo excited cuz i even get to have a fake name..


im thinking i wana be a mix...like chindian...[since i can probably pull it off...thanks to my fair indian genes...]


and have these realy long, difficult to remember and complicated to spell name..haha...


i was thinking of a ceylonese name...


ceylonese[not sure bout the spelling...i duno how to spell..] are the sri lankan indians....


they have the worlds longest names man...seriously.haha...


so i even gona go online and search for them ....hahaha....


and im gona get cool clothes...although its a strict black and white dress code, but im getting like new shirts and skirt and shoes...hahaha..



&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322372375469437586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SdzdefI1MpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qMjd2ixqcKE/s320/1_114995617l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well in this picture we were trying to fake the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;JKO look...hahaha...this was when we were still fresh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;from orientation week..haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;and yeah for the final nite....'

its called the freshie's nite, the theme is "British Invasion"...[for those who have no idea wats its like..think Topshop, Austin Powers...Kate Moss..]

these are the quirky but preppy style kinda thing...well...im not too sure actually...haha...

but i think its gona be cool lar...hehehe... &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322385072905020818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SdzpBkxYZZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DDgSbEulAHs/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;


&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is like almost something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;but not quite there yet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322385566330776914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SdzpeS7P7VI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Q1XVofMhups/s320/1bf51d2bc019cfdc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;or sumthing like this maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;with a head scarf..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;leggings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hmmm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;this is so not me man...but what the hell...haha..for one night only huh...
cant wait to shop...yeah!!

hahaha..

till then...im gona start scratching..haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-7620104054517025296?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7620104054517025296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-itchy-feeling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7620104054517025296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7620104054517025296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-itchy-feeling.html' title='its an itchy feeling....'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/SdzdefI1MpI/AAAAAAAAAD8/qMjd2ixqcKE/s72-c/1_114995617l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-3647711801654649922</id><published>2009-04-08T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:15:59.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='legacies....'/><title type='text'>lawsoc elections......plus an insight to law faculty UM...this is my life guys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok..so yesterday lawsoc[ law society, in my faculty ] had their annual general meeting [AGM.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
and so one of the agenda would be to dissolve the current board and elect the upcoming board...so...

i being the over enthusiastic first year decided to run for the post of vice secretary..practically the most insignificant post there is..haha...
but wat a surprise when i found out there are 2 more ppl running for the same post...
one my fellow batchmate...a little quirky but she is like damn hardworking and diligent...
and a second year senior.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;

so initially i thought it would only be me and my HP(my batchmate)...so well my chances are like 50% rite...dats not so bad...
but then here comes the 2nd year..and so it dropped to lk 33.333....%...[more like 17% at the end of the day..]
ok enuf with the numbers..im confusing myself....me and numbers..neva got along...
so anyway...the big day was yesterday, 7th april...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but before the actual voting...i got to witness what i think is probably better than any courtroom drama..or must i say parliament drama...[hmm...haha]
being a first year it was the first agm for me...and my my..was it interesting...
now let me tell u why...n for that i must tell u about my faculty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAW FACULTY UM-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in law fac UM, there are traditions and unspoken rules that is there since for very very long time...and everyone sort of just goes with it...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it begins like this...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when u cum in to the faculty as a first year u are the planktons in the pond that dun get a say for urself...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so the best thng to do is just to follow what ur seniors say and try to swim as far away from the big fishes and mingle with the right crowd all the while praying not to be eaten....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u even get the biggest and the warmest welcome from them..ya rite...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the orientation week is like the one week of horror where the seniors will try to instill this permanent feeling of fear in urself...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but yeah its like they say, its a journey that every girl and boy has to go through their life...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but we will manage..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and after that week, it might not really seem like the worst thing actually...it is actually the best week that we had in the faculty[minus the part where we were showered with 'blessings' from them..eww...yuck yuck...]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wats that?? well, before the week is over, the seniors will reveal their trueselves and show us that "hey we are not that bad after all...we are fun bunch of ppl...we were juz pulling ur legs..haha.." [previously all of them had one expression on their face and treat us like..well..planktons...and every chance they get to pick on us they will do it...]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;u noe that sort of thing....but wait...its not over..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they will ask us to gather around to take picture, they say...and when we are oblivious to wats happpening at the back, and happily girinning like an idiot over there, there it comes...wooshh...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;something slimy, yucky and gross lands on ur back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that is &lt;strong&gt;THE SHOWER OF BLESSING&lt;/strong&gt;- a concentrated liquid containing raw bad eggs, staled maggi mee, and god noes wat else...(i certainly dont want to...) [ i had a terrible time washing those of my hair and clothes, i bathed for an hour, washed my hair three times and i never ever wore the pants and tshirt again.....for quite some time...]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and all of shriek and run for safety...but dont worry no one can get away with it..they have enuf for all.....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so now we are officially blessed and finally welcomed into the pond...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so for now we are quite save...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;em&gt;p/s : i am actually gonna be one of those 'evil' seniors that gets to teach my juniors the path of life in law fac next year...my...my...wat fun wud that be...hehehehe...[evil laughter...]&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;well...i may sound heartless and cruel...but this is gonna be fun man...to see the terror in their face...hahaha...]cant wait for it...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so that is where we learn the unspoken rule....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everything in the law faculty goes accordingly with seniority....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when u are a junior there are certain thing that u dont do...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for instance go against them for the student rep council of UM not faculty also known as MPMUM...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;dis is a spot only reserved for the 3rd years and 2nd years too...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so when u r a first year u dont even need to try...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but as the saying goes &lt;em&gt;curiosity kills the cat...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there must be a black sheep rite..well it so happens that two first years decided to run for that...[ not the best decision they took in life...nope.definitely not..]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as u can already guess...they almost got slaughtered by the big fishes...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its a miracle they got out alive...but cant say the same for their reputation though..which effected the whole batch as welll...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now...we are pissed...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cuz whatever they did put like a huge black mark on our names...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now we are known as the batch who are rebellious and that wanna defy the age old rule that was in the faculty....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but well..we sort of survived...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
so back to the point.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
why the whole lot of ranting about my faculty? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
well juz to show a little on how are things run here...
so bac to the election of the high committee for the law soc board 2009/2010...
so i ran for the post..and i lost...quite terribly actually... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
i got like 40 votes...[more lke 39 since my vote doesnt count...]
and the 2nd year senior won...no surprise here...
but i did not feel that bad...cuz well..probably she deserves it more than me after all... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
she has been here longer..and noes some things better than me...
and as for me...[and HP] there is always a second chance....
dats what everyone told me...go for it next year...maybe i will after all...maybe not.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so...once again...the unspoken rules...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;first years- planktons...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then u grow a year older and u r like wats his name [in feeding frenzy..??] andy was it??&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well...a bigger fish...to put it in simple terms...hmm..lets see... dory fish??&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd years-dory fish&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[although its logicaly, scientifically and mortally impossible for a plankton to grow into a dory fish, lets just assume it happens k...]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so this is the year where u get to hold actual positions...like a head of a bureau for a certain project...or maybe even director for some projects..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so u get a bit more cool...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and get a little bit more status...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is where u start competing for all the higher post...lawsoc for instance....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then u become the &lt;strong&gt;3rd years&lt;/strong&gt;...and goodbye dory....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sharks....or piranhas for some&lt;/strong&gt;....[again...metaphorically...]&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is the ultimate year...all the high posts goes to u....&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it is like an unspoken authority that these ppl are the ones that gets to be the directors and presidents for everything basically...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so you are like really cool by now...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and u can actually speak and ppl might listen...hmmm....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and finally...the day comes when every boy becomes a man, and girl becomes a woman..i prefer lady actually...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and in here...the sharks and piranhas become the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KILLER WHALES...[the final years...]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and to the rest mellowed peeps...they are blue, white and grey whales...but nonetheless. a whale...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so these ppl dont even have to talk, and all of us shall and will bow to themm..&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;for a good reason...they have done their part and contributed so much to the faculty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so its time for them to step down the crown but climb one step higher to the peak whre they can rest their horses and still get the wages...[it doesnt entirely make sense, but u get the picture rite??]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

so anyway...during the agm...these are ones allowed to speak besides the law soc hi-comm who have to answer all the burning question thrown at them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

the rest of us are the audience....sitting there holding our breath, waiting to see wat happens next... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
and to learn a thing or too for future reference when we eventually get to the spot...hahaha..!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
long time for that to happen... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

&lt;strong&gt;so for now...im a plankton..waiting to become a dory..[not that long more actually...]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;and the legacy continues as always....&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;the whales will leave the sea..but we shall have new ones then...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;as they say, the circle sees no end...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

see...when i start blogging..this wat happens..i go on ranting...
this is like one year into one blog...so i must say...dats pretty good..haha...
whatever... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

till then~&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the mice away, the cats will play&lt;/strong&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;[anyone recognise where this is from..haha!] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

or shud it be..~&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when the whales away, the planktons will play../swim..??~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;.......?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;

[nah...dats just weird. we'll stick with the prior.]
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-3647711801654649922?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3647711801654649922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/lawsoc-electionsplus-insight-to-law.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/3647711801654649922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/3647711801654649922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/lawsoc-electionsplus-insight-to-law.html' title='lawsoc elections......plus an insight to law faculty UM...this is my life guys...'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-9110206949271385191</id><published>2009-04-08T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:15:11.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back again...n for good this time..hehehe...</title><content type='html'>i hereby pledge that i shall be blogging as often as i can...
hmm lets make it once a week shall we...what say u???

hehehe....i think its high time i get back in the circle huh....
been pretty left out...haha...my fault...=p

ive missed u guys...=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-9110206949271385191?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/9110206949271385191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-againn-for-good-this-timehehehe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/9110206949271385191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/9110206949271385191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back-againn-for-good-this-timehehehe.html' title='im back again...n for good this time..hehehe...'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-1673628549161675036</id><published>2009-04-08T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:09:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the story continues....hmmm...for real this time..</title><content type='html'>so...i've finally decided...i'm gona continue blogging ...

and dis time im gona do it continuously...

yeah,,dis is the promise im making...

hopefully i can keep i though...hmm...cud be a little tough...haha...
anyway i shal try..haha...

ok..so lets begin..it has been an awesome year so far...
ive been trying 2 keep my resolutions....but its realy difficult you noe...
ive realised alot lately..

random things that keep on popping up in my mind...
i cant say that im old...since i just turned 20...
but for me i must say that it has been a whole long journey...
ive learned so many things...

and the one thing that occupies my mind lately is about
F.R.I.E.N.D.S....


i think i owe it alot 2 all my frens throughout all these years..
it is the special feeling that u have when u are with ur friends..at least when im with mine, that matters..really...
n 2day..i realised that i cudnt have gotten this far without u guys...

on the verge of sounding like a cliche...(but it is true...)
its the small sense of hope that u gave me when i was down,,
ur shoulder that u lent me when i needed 2 cry...
n juz 2 listen 2me when i needed 2 talk...
2 reach out and hold my hand when im scared..
and to guide me when im lost...
i really thank all of u guys cuz i cudnt have done it without all of u..


done what u may think...??
well...honestly..i dont have like a major big accomplishment or anything..but i think that what i have so far..achieving my dream of getting into UM law school..well..this has been pretty awesome ride..n i must say..i am contended of where i am now...
may be at times i feel like giving up but then again as i look back from where i begun...
i just muster up my courage and what's left of me and i move on....
but once again..i cudnt have done it without my frens...
so here..i am expressing my heartfelt gratitude to those who have touched my life one way or another...


its to all my frens.im sure u guys noe who u are..
if u are reading this...then u r one of them...=))...[assuming that no stranger is gona read my blog lar.haha]
well...anyway...

dats what i feel rite now...
these are what blogs are for rite...hmm...
haha,...



till then...~&lt;em&gt;every cloud has a silver lining&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-1673628549161675036?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/1673628549161675036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-story-continueshmmmfor-real-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1673628549161675036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/1673628549161675036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-story-continueshmmmfor-real-this.html' title='and the story continues....hmmm...for real this time..'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-7490645285353122552</id><published>2008-08-04T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:09:58.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after such a long time...</title><content type='html'>after much persuasion from my frens, i finally decided to update my blog..
after soooooooo long...
so many things happened since my last blog..
but the most recent is i got accepted in UM to study LAW!
n for those who knows me, im sure u guys know how much this means to me...
i am so grateful for this opportunity!!
i was speechless wen i first got to know..
it was certainly a dream come true..!
i could not believe that i really will be studying in such a cool place doing what i relly want to do..!!
d registration date was 29th june 2008..
n thre i was at home awaiting with much anticipation for the arrival of the day where i will step into UM as a law student...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-7490645285353122552?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7490645285353122552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-such-long-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7490645285353122552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7490645285353122552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/08/after-such-long-time.html' title='after such a long time...'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-7440292419025907761</id><published>2008-03-13T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:46:19.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU EVERYBODY!!</title><content type='html'>okay...this is a bit late..

hehehe...

i just wanna thak everyone that wished me in my birthday...
im suppose to say this in first blog but yeah..
i sort of forgotten...
and special thanks to my friends in kmpk..
jaz,ainaa,nik,peileng and not forgetting naveen..
i had a memorable birthday here...
never had anyone else bought me cupcakes u see..heehehe

yup dats right..they bought me cupcakes coz there werent any cakes left...
but anyway...it was really sweet of them to do that...
i really appreciate it..

so THANK YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!
and to everyone...
my friends and family..
I LOVE YOU!!!!
it is not that bad actualy turning nineteenn...
hehehe...
oh yeah...
and last week
i donated blood..
for the second time...
the first ws last year...during my moms birthday...
it was not really that scary..
but i was really cold..
coz...it was in the library...
and  naveen also donated with me..
aina couldnt cuz she is underweight...hehehe...and she is afraid of the needle...
i just close my eyes ni...
i will soon upload the pict of me donating...its really cool..
i look like a sick patient in bed...
hahaha,...
but yeahh..
its was for a good cause..
so i was satisfied..
and to all of u guys out there...
u shud also donate blood if u have the chance...
its not really that painful...
its just like a ant biting..
thats all..
and u wont faint o anything....
k..
thats all for now...
bye!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-7440292419025907761?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/7440292419025907761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-everybody.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7440292419025907761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/7440292419025907761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-everybody.html' title='THANK YOU EVERYBODY!!'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-5635878598347538570</id><published>2008-03-13T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T16:36:05.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my sis is MRS.uthaya kumar...</title><content type='html'>yup..
dats it..
my sis is married!!!wow!!
actually i still cant believe it..i mean..i always have known dat my sis will eventually get married..but when it actually happened i feel weird..
i mean nothing has really changed anyway..
she is still the same..only with a husband in hand...
she just got registered only by the way..
the actual marriage in the temple and everything is still yet to cum..
so...whatever it is..i just hope that my sis will still be my sis and of course i hope dat she will have a realy happy life ahead ...
i noe dat she has alot of probs and she wasnt realy excited with the whole thing..
but after this i hope that she will have a happily married life..
and she has my full blessings in whatever she does..
so..
dats all for now..
to my beloved sis and my brother-in-law.....i wish u all the best in everything u do in ur life...!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-5635878598347538570?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5635878598347538570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-sis-is-mrsuthaya-kumar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/5635878598347538570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/5635878598347538570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-sis-is-mrsuthaya-kumar.html' title='my sis is MRS.uthaya kumar...'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-3579939966439956305</id><published>2008-03-06T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T17:57:10.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRY!!</title><content type='html'>dun get me wrong..that's the title of the poem that i wrote for my english class...
everyone have to do it..and here is mine..pardon me for the amateur-ish work..im not a great poet o anything u see..anyway here is my best try..well myb not the best..it was last minute..(by the way the theme is WAR)

&lt;div align="center"&gt;CRY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Mama!Mama!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a solitude cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;breaks the cruel silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            As the vision&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           of the young child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           clears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;           there lay a body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                  shattered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                 destroyed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                 dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Innocently,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the child sat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and shook &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the unhuman body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and the crying continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              What has the world become to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              A merciless jungle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;              where the beasts rule!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What had happened to our lives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our laughters had evaporated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as we swim in tears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for the lost of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;our loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            Lets put an end to this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            Together we unite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            To grow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            the tree peace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            from the seed of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;            and shower it with humanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets join our hands together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and fight this war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with the greatest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;weapon of all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOVE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;          "Mama!Mama!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         a happy voice sings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         as a young child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;         gallops around joyously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As she joins hands with her mother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a smile spreads on her face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that will be the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Light Of Hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well...dat was all..so gotta go for now... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-3579939966439956305?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/3579939966439956305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/3579939966439956305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/3579939966439956305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/cry.html' title='CRY!!'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2842385356893225289.post-6145474035343742530</id><published>2008-03-04T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:20:50.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and im one year older....</title><content type='html'>well....this is the first time im blogging...n i just simply chose this day cuz...well its my birthday...so...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!
so...lets see what do i want this year...basicaly...a really simple life..dats all in looking for right now..with not many complications..
for those who noe me...u noe what im talking about...anyway..i cant really think of anything to write right now.so dats all for now i guess..
before that, i started writing this blog coz my friends have inspired me to do so.. thank you to them..i shall keep them anonymous..but who ever you guys are..u noe rite...and also  special thanks  to swee kheng..i will  explain who he is later on. he has a really cool  blog.n dat  has also inspired me in a way..
so long for now..adios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2842385356893225289-6145474035343742530?l=wallflowerblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6145474035343742530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-im-one-year-older.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/6145474035343742530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2842385356893225289/posts/default/6145474035343742530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wallflowerblues.blogspot.com/2008/03/and-im-one-year-older.html' title='and im one year older....'/><author><name>jira</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01288067167061723493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EaLKm02dY3M/TM0atyKjYwI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K9zM1spVBHo/S220/29516_394376123379_598048379_4284538_6544368_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
