<?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-1811643912755276866</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:28:36.834+08:00</updated><category term='family problem'/><title type='text'>The Voice Within</title><subtitle type='html'>My joy, my sorrow, my ups and my downs!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-8726702595760972382</id><published>2009-01-24T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:07:53.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have moved.....</title><content type='html'>I have moved to another voice within....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://jynflames.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to access....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-8726702595760972382?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8726702595760972382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8726702595760972382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-have-moved.html' title='I have moved.....'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-7021568128213775739</id><published>2008-09-13T01:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T01:44:51.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy?</title><content type='html'>I was helping my friend bid for a phone called 'car phone' on the 24th last month. Apparently it was auctioned at The Mines Shopping Fair and all proceed were to be given to the children's home (Ti-Ratana if I'm correct). In the end, after the bid, I turn out to be the one buying it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a toy version of the Audi TT&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;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SMqnvB5uvzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RLKxAq8VTBk/s1600-h/12-09-08_1439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245189142432628530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="269" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SMqnvB5uvzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RLKxAq8VTBk/s320/12-09-08_1439.jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SMqnvFhVE6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cCUpMa0TlOY/s1600-h/12-09-08_1440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245189143404024738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" height="293" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SMqnvFhVE6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/cCUpMa0TlOY/s320/12-09-08_1440.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SMqnvbHFcMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/O9tUphUT3QE/s1600-h/12-09-08_1441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245189149199528130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SMqnvbHFcMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/O9tUphUT3QE/s320/12-09-08_1441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will remain unnoticable unless you flip it the other side.&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;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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pros: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sound is super loud! (Cun!) Even louder than all my alarms added together!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Touch screen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;User friendly interface (Almost like SonyEricsson)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MicroSD slot available&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Comes with cool box and extra battery and in car charger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cons (&lt;s&gt;Fuck!&lt;/s&gt;):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charger is not 'Malaysian-ish' style&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too bulky to put in pocket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camera resolution sucks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No stylus which makes touchscreen function rather hard to 'touch' at times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People might think you are crazy playing with a toy if they do not realize it's a phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;At least I'll have 1 more new alarm to wake me up from now on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, back to drowning myself in this never ending assignment which is considered 'LOST'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adios! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-7021568128213775739?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7021568128213775739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7021568128213775739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/09/toy.html' title='Toy?'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SMqnvB5uvzI/AAAAAAAAAIc/RLKxAq8VTBk/s72-c/12-09-08_1439.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-3143174619374676561</id><published>2008-09-09T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T05:55:07.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My game plan ++</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Time... It waits for no one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;As so it is told...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back, I come to realize. Gosh.. I've wasted so many years of my life away. At this point, comes an awakening. A new determination. For once in my life, I want to do good. I want to be a good student, a good son. Many plans I have laid for the next few months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I just bought 1 pack of ciggy (As of 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Sept 2008). This will be my last pack and I'm gonna go through cold turkey treatment. Perhaps I'll buy more chewing gum or something. This habit has been following me for far too long and I'm really determined to quit &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOR GOOD&lt;/span&gt;! I know I've mentioned about quitting like a million times. But seriously, time to put an end to this. For my dear friends who are smoking, not asking you to quit but please, don;t persuade me to join you for a smoke. I totally hate peer pressure! Force me to smoke and you might as well be seeing me for the very last time... So if anyone seeing me smoking after these few days, please smack me or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I realized I'm going through a lot of late nights. Time to put an end to these late nights. Hate to hear that a panda will appear in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Puchong&lt;/span&gt; @ the front page of all local newspapers. Time to get used to daylight than the moonlight. Means no more late night &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt;, late night CC , Pub+Club+Disco (except special occasions). I guess I should try to be back by 8pm every night. Also to avoid my mom from worrying that I may be dead out in the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this semester, My classes are only from Monday to Wednesday (Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; timetable!). Thank goodness no classes on Fridays. At least I can work til end of this year. 1 way or another, I plan to get my license, a bike (By November hopefully) within this year if time permits from my paycheck. Hopefully everything goes well with my job. Anyone wanna buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt;? Please find me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm already into my 3rd semester. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;! And to think that it is still only June! 3 more months and it'll be the end of my 1st year! AT LAST! HOORAY! For year 2 semester 1, I plan to take up more subjects and occupy more of my time in the library. I want to graduate faster (My mom hopes so as well). I'm no longer young. 1 more month to adulthood (Though I know I age before my time -good thing? bad thing?). Few more years and my mom is gonna retire and I'll have to be the backbone of this 2 member family. I'm the only son, who else can bear this burden but me. Time to be a good boy. Graduate faster and start finding a decent job and stop letting my mom worry so much. At times she nags, at times she really gets on my nerves. But in the end, it's love. She showered me with unconditional love trying her best to protect me from harms way for so long but stupid me, have been pushing her away, not listening to her advise. Keep arguing with her. Walked out on her so many times. I'm really was too stupid. Sorry mom! I'm very sorry! I promise to be a good son from now on. You wait and see. December will be the last month I'll be working and then time to start taking up life as a nerd (Not completely nerdy but be more attached to my studies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard this all succeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I plan, there is 1 thing I'm never gonna quit. My passion for tattoos. Doing tattoos is not something for the impulsive. If you are not sure about doing it, don't take the risk or else you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Even though there is laser removal now available and perhaps there will be cheaper alternatives in the future as technology advances, I am very sure that I won't be taking it off me. My passion for tattoos especially &lt;a href="http://www.sak-yant.com/"&gt;Thai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is undying. So far, 1 have only 2 and 1 custom made tattoo (which I'm planning to 'beautify? modify? what word should I put? before 2009) By end of this year, perhaps 1 more tattoo as well on my back once more. I'm not crazy (For those who think it's insane doing it). I don't do to show people what I have but for myself. If you see me often, you can realize that if I don't show you, you'll never know unlike some idiots who purposely do it at the most obvious places so scared people can;t see it. Shame on you guys! Especially those who do Thai &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yant&lt;/span&gt; at the most obvious places. It's for religious purposes and protection! Not to show off you are a gangster or whatever! Tattoos in the past were done mostly by gangsters and stuff but now, it's either art or religious purposes or passion! So all those peeps out there who wanna show off, think twice. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not cool, you're an idiot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; September already, and to think I was writing this on the 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;*wake me up when September ends - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;greenday&lt;/span&gt; plays in the background*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; stuff now down to what I was suppose to say in the few weeks I never updated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunar 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Month&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to today, I still don't really understand the fuss about the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; month. What's the big deal people? The so called hungry ghost festival seems like makes a person be more cautious about the surrounding, be more afraid of the dark. Be afraid you meet 'friends' we don;t hope we will meet. Frankly speaking, what's there afraid of this particular month? Why only burn hell notes and make offerings only that particular month?&lt;br /&gt;The way I see it, those hell notes and hiring those Taoist monks for rituals all is just a all for them to earn extra income. The main objective I feel is just to remember the dead and spend more time with the living while they are still around. Not to deny the existence of ghost but they are around anytime and anywhere and it's only us who do not acknowledge their presence lingering among us. Why the fuck are people so afraid of ghost when humans are even more scary than those poor 'friends'? Is it because our knowledge about them is vague which makes it frightening? At least they don't back stab, con and do all the nasty things people do. GOSH! They're DEAD! Live with it! Don't just go home early when night falls cause you are afraid of them! Spend more time with your family and friends while you and they are around! Life's too short! Don't just go home early cause it's the so called HUNGRY GHOST FESTIVAL! Wanna see hungry ghost? Go any halal outlets at 7pm during the Ramadan time and you can see the actual &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HUNGRY GHOST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kanasai&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Budget 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Budget 2009 is way earlier than expected this year. Usually it's only during October you can hear the word Budget _____(The following year). How come it's held 2 months ahead this year? Is it because the federal government feels threatened by the opposition and at last no longer deaf to public woes? Concern about the public? &lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT!&lt;/strong&gt; Cigarette price up, does it actually make a difference? Smokers will still smoke no matter how expensive it is. And to say it will reduce the amount of smokers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;KONONNYA&lt;/span&gt;! From what I see it, you bunch of morons are only inviting people to buy other brands which does not have the 'my' logo at the bottom. Want me to list out a few brands? FINE! Texas 5, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Promax&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Zon&lt;/span&gt; King, Lite Up and all those only available 'underground'. Hopefully by budget 2010, I hope to hear no 5% government tax at food outlets for a year or more. That will make everyone happy! At least instead of 10 sessions at BBQ plaza, I can afford to go an additional time! Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt;! What you readers think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Avril &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lavigne&lt;/span&gt; Concert&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avril had her concert on the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; August. As I read the papers, what sickens me is some fucking political freaks were outside giving fliers condemning her saying her concert is too close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;merdeka&lt;/span&gt; and her music is bad influence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt; man! It's the BEST DAMN THING that can happen in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jalil&lt;/span&gt;. I really understand something. Why even pull in religion into politics? Religion (except &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;agama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;sesat&lt;/span&gt;) is such a beautiful thing, the never ask you to harm another living being or do any bad. Why want to pull such lovely thing into politics? Is it because they are so desperate to win the hearts of the majority? If Malaysian as a Buddhist country or a Hindu country, will the use the name of Buddhism or Hinduism to start a political party as well? Well, you're not gaining my respect by doing so., makes me loath you even more. It's so pathetic, but what am I to say about it. I'm a small fry in a small pathetic place where is US dropped an atomic bomb over here instead of Hiroshima and Nagasaki, I might even cease to exist.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the concert, I only came up with 2 conclusions:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;They're just desperate for attention from the public and the media&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Avril so much but can't afford to buy the tickets and too shy to admit they adore her and took chance to make fuss outside the stadium to hear her sing LIVE!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agree?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forever Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Last Thursday, I was on my way from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Tesco&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Puchong&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Kelana&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Jaya&lt;/span&gt; (My agent's office) to sign the monthly contract (I'm doing freelancing). It was a rainy day and I just wore kinda '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;cincai&lt;/span&gt;' (T-Shirt, shorts, slippers) holding a pathetic 7-11 umbrella waiting for the bloody bus (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Kaninia&lt;/span&gt;! Name called Rapid KL, it ain't that rapid! Is it because all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;cb&lt;/span&gt; drivers are fasting and got no strength to step on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;accellerator&lt;/span&gt;? Not fasting month also too slow. I guess they are just too underpaid to really bother how rapid they can go). The office was closing and I really have no patience waiting for these bloody public transport. Wish I had my bike. I don't mind being wet a bit. So I decided to take a cab. Normally, from my previous experience taking taxi, by meter, it cost only like 10 bucks but knowing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Puchong&lt;/span&gt; area taxi drivers are fucking lazy and greedy, we normally pay double the amount. When I headed to the 1st taxi, that mother fucker dare to ask for 25. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Kaninia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;chaucheebai&lt;/span&gt;! Means I have to actually pay 150% more. Who the heck will be that crazy? So, as how everyone else will respond, 1st thing I replied was '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;GILAKAH&lt;/span&gt;?'. To make things worst, that mother fucker actually wanted to show how gangster-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; he is and looking for a fight. You're just a fucking taxi driver, drive your taxi like all other drivers do! Show what gangster. I really wanted to just punch him right in the nose already but then my phone rang (Once I get my bike, I'm sure gonna throw a brick and smash his windscreen! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;PUKIMAK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;PUNYA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;DREBAR&lt;/span&gt; INDIA!). Thinking that my company was calling to faster come sign the contract, I just picked up and it was from my childhood friend (Let's just call her Ms. K). Apparently she was feeling down because of her relationship problem. She was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Brickfields&lt;/span&gt; and I thought I might as well just go after I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt; with my ex-colleague who works nearby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;KJ&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't eat the whole day except smoke a few cigarettes, the incident with that fucker plus the weather was not really helping with my mood. I reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Brickfields&lt;/span&gt; finally at about 9 something. Somehow, my pet-sister Emily also turned up (thank goodness she drives). We went out to the 24 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;McD&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Kuchai&lt;/span&gt; as apparently both of them also haven't '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;buka&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;puasa&lt;/span&gt;'. And since the night was young, we decided to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; cafe near my place just to past time. It was about 12 something when I felt something wasn't right when Ms. K went to the toilet for more than 10 minutes and still not out. I just went there to check on her and she was practically on the phone crying, weeping, sobbing or whatever word you can put it into. None of the other customers dare to go there to even smoke (The toilet was at a small smoking area when the grill is pulled down after midnight).  Emily eventually manage to calm her after her conversation with her BF (Let's call him Mr. W) but that was something we regretted. Ms. K said she wanted to rush down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Pudu&lt;/span&gt; to see Mr. W. It was already 2 something by then and we were like 'Are you nuts?'. Emily asked her to just sleepover at her place and find him the next day but Ms. K just insisted. Even if Emily didn't fetch her, she would eventually take a cab there by hook or by crook. We had no choice. So much for sleeping early for work the next day! Mr. W seemed really different from what I know him to be. BTW, Mr. W and Ms. K have been together for more than 2 years now. Ms. K seemed to be doing the talking as me and Emily were just eating our supper and spectating 'the talk' (feel like lamp post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt;!). Both of them decided to take a stroll leaving me and Emily stranded at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;mamak&lt;/span&gt; until we decided to go to the nearby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; cafe rather than wait like '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;dungu&lt;/span&gt;' there (Luckily!). By the time they settled, it was already 5 something. I was hoping to go back sleep but it was Emily's turn to be indulge in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;TVXQ&lt;/span&gt; forum until her afterwards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;costed&lt;/span&gt; me and additional 3 hours of sitting down and facing the PC making it a total of almost 5 hours. 8am @ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Pudu&lt;/span&gt; seeing the warm morning sun and I am like a zombie. Reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Puchong&lt;/span&gt; at about 9 thanks to the jam and Emily said she wanted to have breakfast. By the time I reached home, It was already 10am! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;Kanasai&lt;/span&gt;! 2 hours before I start work. Managed to nap for only 1 hour and getting ready to work. Anyway, Ms. K and Mr. W and still have not fully resolved their issue and until now, is it 3rd party, peer pressure, family pressure, change of heart, we still do not know. But thinking back, I was in such situation before. Good riddance she's gone. At least more Starbucks, Neway, BBQ Plaza after she left and happy about it right now. Back to these 2 now, just hopefully both won't so sohai like me in the past. All still so young, might as well enjoy life while we can. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My god, just updating this blog took me more than 4 hours. Perhaps I should be updating more often instead of keeping it to 1 lump sum. Anyway, sorry for not putting any pictures because I haven't taken any nice pictures. Hopefully if I can afford a simple camera, I'll upload. For now, bear with the words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours faithfully,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;Jyn ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-3143174619374676561?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3143174619374676561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3143174619374676561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-game-plan.html' title='My game plan ++'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-2446059544794986438</id><published>2008-09-06T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:18:59.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get tagged and get another TOTALLY free....</title><content type='html'>Gosh... i was tagged by Jenna and actually 1st on the list... what to do... update lo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag #1&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Link to your tagger and post these rules. &lt;a href="http://misspinkladyjenz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tag eight people at the end of this post and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[一] I write with my left hand but do all other stuff with my right hand&lt;br /&gt;[二] I am addicted to facebook&lt;br /&gt;[三] I LOVE to yam cha&lt;br /&gt;[四] I HATE to be alone. I'd rather be alone facing the pc then lepaking outside alone.&lt;br /&gt;[五] I like to travel but totally hate public transport in KL&lt;br /&gt;[六] I have many things I'm supposed to update in my blog but feel lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;[七] I love Winston Lights&lt;br /&gt;[八] I love tattoos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag #2&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Remove 1 question below, and add in your personal question to make it a total of 20 questions. Then tag 4 people in your links list at the end of the post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How many children do you want?&lt;br /&gt;-That's a little too early to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;-To accomplist all my task in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;-Que Sera Sera... whatever will be will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you can have one more dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;-Have a fast painless death.. juz jk.. travel the world and learn various culture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you afraid to lose now?&lt;br /&gt;-Myself in the cruel, wicked, corrupted soceity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in being in love forever?&lt;br /&gt;-Definitely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you meet someone you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;-Nope.. No point doing so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What would you do when you're feeling down and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;-Go arcade bang bang bang on the keys or dance til I drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;-Be herself and never lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Which type of person do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;-People wearing mask (Mostly are from the temple)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you cherish every single of your friendships?&lt;br /&gt;-Obviously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;-No. I believe in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you find it necessary for you to have a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;-Used to think so. But nowadays, being single is damn fun too. At least more sessions at BBQ plaze and Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you want your friends to be like?&lt;br /&gt;Themselves! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What kind of friend do you hope to be in your friends' eyes?&lt;br /&gt;-Anything, as long as not the forgotten one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you can have a change, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;br /&gt;-Stop worrying bout stupid things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you're feeling low one day, who will you go to?&lt;br /&gt;-My friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you die in order to save the ones you love?&lt;br /&gt;-Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you knew you were going to die tomorrow, what would you do today?&lt;br /&gt;-Prepare my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[My Question]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Would you learn something new just for the sake that your friend love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!You have been tagged with not one, but two taggies!&lt;br /&gt;Chevy&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;Ollie&lt;br /&gt;Yin Mei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-2446059544794986438?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2446059544794986438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2446059544794986438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-tagged-and-get-another-totally-free.html' title='Get tagged and get another TOTALLY free....'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-8065365685449763183</id><published>2008-07-25T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T05:48:23.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelboy Flames</title><content type='html'>I've been devastated, I've been through hell...&lt;br /&gt;Days seem so unpleasant, night just seems so long...&lt;br /&gt;sleep interupted, headaches being best friends with me...&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT'S OVER!&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares gone, so does sweet dreams..&lt;br /&gt;dreamless/sleepless nights...&lt;br /&gt;Coldest nights and hottest emotions...&lt;br /&gt;I can be a good friend and a greater enemy..&lt;br /&gt;Try doing what I loath most and feel my curses..&lt;br /&gt;Play with the scorpion and feel it's warth!&lt;br /&gt;Those good to me, I acknowledge..&lt;br /&gt;Those who mistreat me..&lt;br /&gt;shall ever perishin the flames of my burning heart..&lt;br /&gt;Angelboy Flames has it's own meaning...&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent as an angel but yet&lt;br /&gt;will not allowed to be pushed around..&lt;br /&gt;Soft yet hard..&lt;br /&gt;Sweet yet sour...&lt;br /&gt;Either good or bad..&lt;br /&gt;The choice is in your hands...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-8065365685449763183?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8065365685449763183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8065365685449763183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/07/angelboy-flames.html' title='Angelboy Flames'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-8123927281954445489</id><published>2008-07-17T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:44:03.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laziness~~</title><content type='html'>Many things have been happening in the past and I actually wanted to update my blog but I guess laziness and commitment to other things got the best of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently been busy rushing with assignments, sales in game, facebook and my little project a someone dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the end of the semester but I still feel like it's just the beginning. Next week we need to start handing up our assignments which both is still half complete (two halves make a whole right?) Anyway, time to rush through this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new? After having friendster for sooooooooooooooooooo many years, I just realized that &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; is more fun! Actually addicted to mob wars and friend's finance. Who wanna join me! Add me kay! &lt;a href="mailto:angelboy.flames@gmail.com"&gt;angelboy.flames@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, my little project. Now is still considered quite confidential. Perhaps I'll post about it after 07.08.08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna update til after 07.08.08 or 08.08.08. Anyways.. Enjoy! Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-8123927281954445489?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8123927281954445489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8123927281954445489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/07/laziness.html' title='Laziness~~'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-9076988358399669071</id><published>2008-06-30T04:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T06:40:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jyn's One Night in Genting~</title><content type='html'>And so, I was making noise saying I wanna go Penang many weeks back but my plan was not a success. And it won't seem to be a success. I have been having fun outside a lot recently but I really wanted to go to somewhere away from KL where I can just relax a bit. My 1st thought, why not go Penang. The beaches are nice, the food is great. But no one to accompany. Haih. So planned cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Uncle Hanson who gila gila all those artist invited me up to Genting. He was going to Joey Yung's concert (OMG! Again.. every year without fail!) So, why waste a nice room in Theme Park Hotel right? wakakkaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to leave much earlier but overslept. Reached KL Sentral at about 1 and the earliest bus was at 3am. KNS lo! If I took the bus, sure 5pm also still haven't reached. The taxi drivers stalking me and the other passengers. Bloody cheats! 80 bucks for a car from KL Sentral to Skyway only! If wanna reach 1st world terminal need to pay 100 bucks. Ask them go to hell la! But recently, I really have luck meeting nice people. Got to know 1 aunty who called her regular driver up and each was only paid 40 bucks all the way up to 1st World lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. And managed to have lunch with Fer at Kopitiam (So long never eat there d.. standard dropped) and costed a whopping 50 bucks after discount just for 3 dishes. Went to the hotel and rested for a few hours and out again to Pizza factory to meet Anthony a.k.a PurpleMage and his friend Anaconda33.  Had nice chat with them, nice chaps. Hope to do business with you guys again. Then off to AVRD office to wait for Fer and gang to finish work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Fer n Ira went to Hou Mei for our dinner. (Stupid! No mushroom sauce chicken chop! KNS!) Then teman Fer to find Boyce while Ira went to Starbucks to online.  Since Fer and Boyce bought tickets to watch The Hulk, me and Ira were left to play pool at Sportsbook. The horrible and badly maintained but it was fun playing with her. She's a great player. Played way better than many I know anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pool, it was already 12.30am. 4 of us lepaked at Patio since Safari is like a dead town (No night animals on Firday nites!). The environment was great as ever. The golden oldies sang by the band. Haha. Fer busy online, Boyce busy frowning, me and Ira chit chatting. Well.. we lepaked til 2 something only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, was too tired so only woke up @ 12pm. Had lunch with Ira at BK. Been ages since I had BK. Was suppose to leave as Uncle Hanson left @ 1pm. But stayed all the way til 8.30 coz.. err.. [(xxxx) if you are reading this, then you should know k? ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 12am after having my dinner with Mike and back to the gloomy, hot, boring, polluted KL. Well, as promised, I will come up again next month. But see the date 1st la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now.. got class.. adios....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-9076988358399669071?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/9076988358399669071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/9076988358399669071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/06/jyns-one-night-in-genting.html' title='Jyn&apos;s One Night in Genting~'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-8897949140633996101</id><published>2008-06-26T03:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T03:22:34.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gun?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/61oTDX-x4Hs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;滾（楊千嬅+梁漢文） 作曲：雷頌德｜填詞：林夕｜編曲：雷頌德｜監製：雷頌德 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;女：你控訴我　接吻接上癮 密密外遇　令你很痛恨 你呷醋呷上癮　膽敢去諷刺我　不楓O女人&lt;br /&gt;男：平時和人　如何尋開心 　　捏著浴巾　去擁抱別人 苦苦的啞忍　離開妳&lt;br /&gt;合：沒要緊&lt;br /&gt;女：你作個證據　再對我教訓&lt;br /&gt;男：和他搞公司　是你蝦我笨&lt;br /&gt;女：我放棄奮鬥　你至安心&lt;br /&gt;男：跟他幾點鐘　方有著快感&lt;br /&gt;女：堂堂男人　別太過份&lt;br /&gt;男：如何纏他　我當顧問&lt;br /&gt;女：何必於一起　沒半點信任&lt;br /&gt;男：三天不見了　談何被信任&lt;br /&gt;＊女：睡就睡　&lt;br /&gt;男：妳作對 　&lt;br /&gt;女：你喝醉　&lt;br /&gt;男：請不必屈我喝醉 　&lt;br /&gt;女：梳化都給你割碎　&lt;br /&gt;男：全都因妳衰＊&lt;br /&gt;＃女：睡就睡　&lt;br /&gt;男：妳說對 　&lt;br /&gt;女：你撤退　&lt;br /&gt;男：跟他好一對愛侶　我走開妳沒負累 　&lt;br /&gt;女：請你滾　滾出去 　&lt;br /&gt;男：妳愛滾　不配做人　爬出去 　&lt;br /&gt;合：鬼上身　趕不退 　&lt;br /&gt;男：我有信心　不怕行雷 　&lt;br /&gt;合：看心虛會是誰 　&lt;br /&gt;女：你去　　&lt;br /&gt;男：認罪 　&lt;br /&gt;合：然後看死你落瓷 　&lt;br /&gt;女：從未了解你　　　&lt;br /&gt;男：我偏再縱寵妳 　&lt;br /&gt;女：我也太縱你　　　&lt;br /&gt;男：妳當我已死 　&lt;br /&gt;女：別日夜在妒忌　　&lt;br /&gt;男：假得妳 　&lt;br /&gt;女：我也有吻過你　　&lt;br /&gt;男：是為著好奇 　&lt;br /&gt;合：天都知　你與我　誰人有理&lt;br /&gt;男：天天想妳　　　　&lt;br /&gt;女：才叫你妒忌 　&lt;br /&gt;男：彼此躲避　　　　&lt;br /&gt;女：自卑的你　日嘈夜嘈　調情亦無味 　&lt;br /&gt;男：終於嘲笑我　我愛妳不起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT＊＃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男：和人愛吧抱吧吻吧叫吧去吧舞吧　還是算吧&lt;br /&gt;女：酸吧苦吧哭吧飲吧湯吧癲吧　別要醒吧&lt;br /&gt;男：早已輸了不怕不怕不怕不怕 　　隨便對他笑我如何小家　&lt;br /&gt;合：咒吧 女：你不化　&lt;br /&gt;男：憎妳　憎我　惹起對罵&lt;br /&gt;女：講真　因你極小家&lt;br /&gt;合：你使我羞家　羞家　真羞家&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPEAT＃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;女：再見　&lt;br /&gt;男：不見&lt;br /&gt;合：誰又有空再受罪&lt;br /&gt;女：再見　&lt;br /&gt;男：分居&lt;br /&gt;合：無謂吻傷我味蕾 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This song actually decribes wat i am feeling now.. been quite a long time since I've updated..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Been busy with my small business recently, who says you can;t earn $$$ playing online games?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in a nutshell, I'm alive and kicking.. enjoying precious moments with people closest to me (You know who you are)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't wait for Friday Genting trip.. Fer! Here I come... woohoo.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;peace out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-8897949140633996101?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8897949140633996101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8897949140633996101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/06/gun.html' title='Gun?'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-3260560694909009027</id><published>2008-05-28T07:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:18:06.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been so long since I've actually updated (Gosh... how many post have this line?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... since I'm damn free at work right now, might as well just put all in 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up was the Last Chaos players gathering. (forgotten the date.. few weeks back I guess). The gathering was suppose to be at 5pm I guess at 1u but I went there way a bit early (ok.. ok... a lot earlier). Was just hitting the arcade feeling a little nervous cause I don't know any players in person and all so high level (me the lowest level/noob-est). Not many players were there actually.. 2 hands can count all... NottyGirlZ, SuperSexy, Sorhin, ChoySeng, Zetta, Walterheck and me. The rest FFK-ed. Had a great time chit chatting and getting more knowledge base. The sad part, had to work right after the gathering (super tiring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the tattoo session (that was also weeks ago I guess). Met up with Jenna at Times Square in the evening. Had our late lunch and off we went to Pudu Plaza to enquire. Thank god Jenna accompanied me! She manage to get a better 'discount' than me. hehehe. So, I started off with some minor prayers and started with the 1st part. Beginning the thought was scary. But after a few seconds, I started to love the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SDyX93qJFII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tutqNzcxit0/s1600-h/IMG_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SDyX93qJFII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tutqNzcxit0/s200/IMG_0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205202358501971074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning was a little ticklish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SDyYP3qJFJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5WbgwkDW9-Y/s1600-h/IMG_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SDyYP3qJFJI/AAAAAAAAAFY/5WbgwkDW9-Y/s200/IMG_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205202667739616402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st part completed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SDyYiHqJFKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dIt9vQ2DQX8/s1600-h/IMG_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SDyYiHqJFKI/AAAAAAAAAFg/dIt9vQ2DQX8/s200/IMG_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205202981272229026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd tattoo on the top... looks a little like Granado Espada logo isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SDyY7XqJFLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sl1esnzSoiY/s1600-h/IMG_0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SDyY7XqJFLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/sl1esnzSoiY/s200/IMG_0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205203415063925938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The completed.. took less that an hour or was was it? hmmm.. more or less...&lt;br /&gt;For the complete story/detailed story, check &lt;a href="http://misspinkladyjenz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenna's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll love her stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was my damn exam. 23rd May, 3am. I felt bored and was pondering when was my postponed Micro-economics paper will take place. Thank god I checked the Segi website!  It was going to be on the 23rd May, 2pm! (WTF! That was like 11 hours away and I was working + my shift ends at 8am). I called my mom ask her to help me get my damn exam docket (which I never bothered to go take cause was too 'busy' with work), sms-ed the morning shift son of a b*tch to come earlier (he's da king of late.. COD4 players know him as [ESP]Ashley and yea, he's a guy if you were wondering) Wasted my credit. He came late! made me miss my bus back home. Waiting for bus from PJ to Puchong is no joke! Need to wait 1 hour+ if you miss the bus.&lt;br /&gt;I made it for the exams duh! But kind of screwed up because I have no key focus area and never revised. (Pray hard I manage to pass!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my classes starting on the 9th of June. I am quitting my job on the 7th. I am quitting Last Chaos too. Lazy to play already. Sell it, get the cash, do more tattoos and save up for Thailand trip next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try update more often (If I'm not too lazy). Anyways, back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&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/1811643912755276866-3260560694909009027?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3260560694909009027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3260560694909009027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/05/omfg.html' title='OMFG!!!'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/SDyX93qJFII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tutqNzcxit0/s72-c/IMG_0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-319069024377506804</id><published>2008-05-09T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:13:03.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time really flies when we either busy or having fun. I just realized it's been a while since I've updated my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started working, I've only slept on my bed for less than 7 days. Usually I end up sleeping on the sofa knocked out. I still find it hard to actually get use to this time table but what to do, working life is like this. I actually get so tired that I don't even have time for much gaming (scared fall asleep in front of the computer instead-happened multiple times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of May. So many activities, so many friends birthday, so many people to meet up with but unfortunately cash not so much. Hehe. Still considered under tight budget actually but will eventually meet up with everyone 1 by 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really don't know what to write now. Back to work-LAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-319069024377506804?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/319069024377506804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/319069024377506804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-really-flies-when-we-either-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-5090480410774930934</id><published>2008-04-30T01:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T02:02:00.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best and most tiring offday of the month...</title><content type='html'>Normally I dread my offdays cause I'll only be sitting at home and gaming cause the rest of the gang is sooooooooooooo busy with their lives... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week seems to be much better. B-boy Mike is back after god knows how long. Can say all who went outstation are back and we had our little gathering at noon right outside PBP1. Haha... so glad to hang out with you guys once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the usual routine. Yam cha! And lastly, a great game of night basketball. 24 hours of not sleeping when eventually led me to an early k.o. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! o2jam gone liao! Jia lat! want more info, go to &lt;a href="http://www.gamuser.com/"&gt;www.gamuser.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-5090480410774930934?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/5090480410774930934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/5090480410774930934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-and-most-tiring-offday-of-month.html' title='Best and most tiring offday of the month...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-4601994300091893915</id><published>2008-04-27T06:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T06:24:15.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn gay!</title><content type='html'>I got no problems with gays, lesbians or bi-sexuals for everyone's info but I'm actually damn pissed with 1 gay guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here the story goes.. there's this malay uncle who always come during weekends. 1 thing about him is the only website he surfs must be related to dicks and assholes. That's just the first part of why I very 'bo song' of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd part is cause he keeps printing those damn pictures! GOSH! GET A LIFE!!! If you really desperate to see cocks and assholes, buy a cheap laptop, get broadband, buy a printer and do it in your room for heaven sake! No need to share what you like to see with the rest of the world! With a damn laptop, at least you can TFK in your own room and squirt your mutha f***ing sperm in your own mouth and no one will feel irritated!! macauhai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeyuckkk!!! Really sooner or later gonna trash that fella!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-4601994300091893915?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4601994300091893915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4601994300091893915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/04/damn-gay.html' title='Damn gay!'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-5000600187771039796</id><published>2008-04-25T09:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:25:11.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapid KL~</title><content type='html'>Of going to work, college, partying... the thing I dread most is travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm not rich. I don't have mommy or daddy to get me a car during my 18th/21st birthday! That is just way beyond my imagination. I'd actually be thankful even if I am given a motor kapchai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) No LRT near my area! GOSH! With LRT like Wangsa Maju is hell enough, can you imagine without LRT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Taxi is not the best option. Often discribed as DAYLIGHT ROBBERY! They practically slit your throat in public!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished work and lepak-ed around my workplace for a while and had breakfast with a friend. And off to my comfort zone. Home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, traveling only takes 15 minutes but waiting for the damn bus takes an hour sometimes. And today for the first time, I saw the info board. 20 minutes from 8am-8pm! WTF! Damn RAPID KL!&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, the bus was mlate today (according to some passengers) so the crowd was going bonkers. And through these moments, you can actually see how 'CIVILIZED' we Malaysians are! All pushing each other, cutting queue so scared the bus leave without them! After teachers teaching you for more than 10 years to be educated and civilised, all you buggers actually waste their efforts! SHAME ON YOU ALL WHO DOES SUCH HUMILIATING ACT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody drivers as well, they can be lazy and cocky cause RAPID KL has no competition from Kelana Jaya to Puchong. Let's see how you guys can lay on your fat arses if Metrobus or citiliner comes in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better don't call RAPID KL! Call TORTOISE KL! How many centuries only we can have same standard as Tokyo in the 1980s if this goes on? WAWASAN 2020! BULL$h!T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Just saw the footage on PETA website about skinning animals. Damn cruel! Made me 1 day vegetarian and sick after watching. How could they do it? It's so inhumane! So guys, follow me on these! Say no to fur! When the buying stops, the killing stops too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-5000600187771039796?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/5000600187771039796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/5000600187771039796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/04/rapid-kl.html' title='Rapid KL~'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-2213485270726178756</id><published>2008-04-25T01:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T01:22:00.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jie...</title><content type='html'>Oh how times flies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it is your birthday. I guess this is the only way I'll be able to pass my wishes to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer a teenager ooo... need to think for yourself what you want to do...&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are happy whatever you do, cause I know I'm not...&lt;br /&gt;Take care...&lt;br /&gt;1431431314&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be thinking about you but I really can't help it. Stupid me! Perhaps one day I would get over you. But for now, let this misery eat me alive!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-2213485270726178756?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2213485270726178756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2213485270726178756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-jie.html' title='Happy Birthday Jie...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-4689928308011731267</id><published>2008-04-23T03:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T04:00:38.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day~~</title><content type='html'>It's been 23 days since I actually start work. Feel like a vampire only. Active at night and sleeping or super exhausted during the day. The sun became my enemy. The moon became my companion &amp;amp; stars became my good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working here is fun. But can get really boring+lame sometimes. I've been surfing and surfing until I really do not know what website to visit already. (I can't watch videos and play games during work.. not even on MSN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all will pay off when I get my paycheck! Huhuhuhu! Counting the days only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really nothing much happened... just made new friends. Changed new environment. Nothing big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, whoever have insomia can always call me for company. My phone is hotline midnight onwards. Wakakakaka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-4689928308011731267?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4689928308011731267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4689928308011731267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day~~'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-312564794853636408</id><published>2008-04-12T06:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T06:50:25.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go...</title><content type='html'>For more than a year, i've been wearing 2 rings and never taking them out. Especially the one on my right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it is out! 1st attempt and it's out! Never to be put back. Never will I be tied down ever, the ring that was out signifies a new beginning. It signifies freedom from the suffering YOU (you know who you are!) brought to me. The 1st step to me crawling back on both my feet. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived, I've died... I lived again!&lt;br /&gt;you killed me,&lt;br /&gt;but i refuse to die!&lt;br /&gt;I will outlive you!&lt;br /&gt;I will outlive all u pathetic peeps!&lt;br /&gt;I will have the last laugh as I spit on all your graves!&lt;br /&gt;That time, don't blame me!&lt;br /&gt;I am what you made me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I wear those 3 rings! EVER!&lt;br /&gt;For now, only my grandfather's ring is good enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am FREE! Free from all your lies and false hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beware next life..... you'll pay deeply! B*TCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-312564794853636408?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/312564794853636408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/312564794853636408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/04/letting-go.html' title='Letting go...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-1677019079402574885</id><published>2008-04-07T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T02:02:28.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment it is...</title><content type='html'>Well, time passes so fast and I guess many of my avid readers actually think I've disappeared from the blogging world. Well, over the past few weeks, I've been kind of devastated and i turned to the next love of my life.... Games. (some of you guys may think, WTF! How old already? still gaming?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I touched mmorpg (multi massive online role playing game) games actually. As far as I remember, I only touched Ragnarok Online and RYL which was years ago. But now, I came to another game called Last Chaos. Being a noob assassin. A world to hide away. Yea, a world that I love more than real life. Although there may be frustration and complications inside. But what the heck! Most players already know my character. Everywhere I go.. Hi Asam! Bye Asam! Bla bla bla... Now just looking for another character called Laksa! Wakakakaka.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since it's ages until my next semester, I've already gotten a job. In the past, I had sleepless nights (Thanks to some b*tch! You and your family can f*ck off from my life! All liars only! Grrrrr :@) Too much blood and tears have been shed. I still have sleepless nights. Active at night and sleep during the day. (Vampire liao!) So I've taken up working at the cyber cafe in PJ. Far, but a new experience. New environment to get my mind of some female dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, if you wanna find me, call me after 7pm k (When there's no sun)! Gladly appreciate that! For now, I just wanna live in this world and lifestyle right now. Cause all other methods just don't seem to heal the deep repeated cuts and slashes in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to all of you guys who have been giving moral support over this difficult period (Sorry if I forgot to list down your name...)&lt;br /&gt;Helen jie jie, Jenna, Vee Kin, Mike, Clift, Yik Hua, Ah Loon, Hanson, Wai Keong gor gor, Andy, EuGyn, Kristen, Henley, Luis, Moon Fei, ZeR0ToHuNdReD  guild, Pearling, Melisa, Jorie, Ken, Joey, Segi DIM oct07 intake, Chevy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to make more post real soon... hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Today is the last day of voting for the happy moments contest and I'd like to thank all those who voted for me. Too bad I couldn't make top 3, but I'm glad that I'm at least in top 10. Hehe.. Thanks a million to all of you out there. I'm in your debt... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever free come PJ yam cha la... damn sien la midnight shift and cannot play game during working hours... just surfing the net... sobs sobs.. not even msn... T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you guys are free, just send me a message on friendster and I will try to reply within 30 minutes during my working hour and 12 hours if non working hour. hehehe... Cheerios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-1677019079402574885?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/1677019079402574885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/1677019079402574885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/04/well-time-passes-so-fast-and-i-guess.html' title='The moment it is...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-7605844990247852573</id><published>2008-03-11T01:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T01:38:21.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what's wrong with me but I need to get a grip of myself! Just within a few hours, my world seems to be crumbling before me. It's not that I never faced such dillema before, but I never expected for this to happen once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are trembling non-stop and there's just a sense of worry that I haven't felt in ages. I don't know. It feels so bad! I really don't know what to do. I'm exhausted but I can't sleep as well. I'm really trying hard to hold on to the tears but I really do not know how long more could I stand it. (It's been a while since I'm so 'emo')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B, please tell me what is going on? Don't shatter my world again. I'm begging of you this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-7605844990247852573?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7605844990247852573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7605844990247852573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dont-know-whats-wrong-with-me-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-5709642702813065521</id><published>2008-03-06T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:01:47.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I updated my blog. Mainly is because I'm busy with finding self.. getting something called LIFE. Going to Jay's concert, Genting trip, late nights in Global (really enjoyed myself! Thanks u guys! Uncle, VK, Jen, Baby, Mike, TK, Jaryl, Loon, KC...).. Really gonna miss it. But I guess it's really time to put down all those enjoying part and start being more serious in doing things. Too much time has been wasted over these past few weeks. At least my 3 month break might help me get something I feel really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it's the 6th of March, my final Paper for my finals of this semester before my long break. After this, it's time to seriously clear my junk @ home and work. Come back to think, eventhough I may seem to be happy, am I really happy? I start to ponder... When hanging out at mamak with friends, cc with friends, I may laugh, I may go wacky.. but this is just on the surface.. deep down, there is hurt, there is loneliness, there is pain... Time to leave all these behind and seek my true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once lost something very precious to me. I thought I could make it true.. But I realized.. It was all LIES! I've been lying to myself over the past month! Now I found that one thing I really care about, I vow never again will I let it go again.. You wanna know what is it? It's my BABY! (Duh! Not pregnant that type of baby if you think that way! Go Back to school if you think that way! My site is rates S! Read the side panel!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People see me like so great, so fine.. It's all crap! I don't feel happy like that! Time to change! Time to be myself once more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when will I update again, but I promise a better update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long for now! Wish me luck for my finals &amp;amp; interview! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Updated my song..&lt;br /&gt;the voice within - christina aguilera (same title as my blog)&lt;br /&gt;reflection - christina (again!) (Kinda explain how I'm feeling.. just change the word girl to guy!!! :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-5709642702813065521?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/5709642702813065521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/5709642702813065521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-ages-since-i-updated-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-300763439284318647</id><published>2008-02-17T09:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T09:34:23.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Free For Words</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days since I've updated my blog. The main reason: There was no internet connection at home. But, looks like I can't give that excuse now since the lazy broadband guy actually moved his lazy b*tt to fix my present line (At last).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to update my blog yesterday but never managed to cause I was hanging out the whole day. This whole week itself I've been hanging a lot at Theng Keat's waffle shop a lot @ Wawasan 2. Well, what to do, he's bored, I'm bored too... so both just meet up and crap a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog at night but my god. I followed Ah Loon, Jaryl n John to have a drink which lead us to the nearest CC playing warcraft a whopping 3 hours. That's not all, the night was still young and we decided to chill at Ah Loon's place for a movie marathon. And guess what, I've watch Kung Fu Dunk the 3rd time (I think I can memorize half the dialogue already). The other shows, Jet Li's Fong Sai Yuk (Very old show but very funny) and now, woillah! I'm here facing this PC deprived of sleep . After downloading a few things and editing some stupid stuff, I'm off again to the quiet area of wawasan 2 to 'wu liao' again. Gosh, I seriously need a job already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-300763439284318647?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/300763439284318647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/300763439284318647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-been-few-days-since-ive-updated-my.html' title='Too Free For Words'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-4647737525143693678</id><published>2008-02-11T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:13:11.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's Penang trip seems to very different compared to many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though there are some conflicts, but WTH! Well, thanks to Hanson for bringing me rounding Penang sooooo many times in just a few days. For once I actually enjoy being in Penang. Especially during the Chinese New Year. Hanging out with my cousins and friends. Here are some photos to share..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BdupFPqUI/AAAAAAAAADg/ePPRRdEX5Po/s1600-h/P2050738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165731828477176130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BdupFPqUI/AAAAAAAAADg/ePPRRdEX5Po/s200/P2050738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cute Dogs @ Gurney Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7Bd_5FPqVI/AAAAAAAAADo/gDuzYJmECy8/s1600-h/P2050743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165732124829919570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7Bd_5FPqVI/AAAAAAAAADo/gDuzYJmECy8/s200/P2050743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chilling at a cafe near Queensbay Mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BeuZFPqWI/AAAAAAAAADw/y57MMyK-i3M/s1600-h/P2060749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165732923693836642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BeuZFPqWI/AAAAAAAAADw/y57MMyK-i3M/s200/P2060749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4a.m. at the beach.. Crazy already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. not forgetting the reunion dinner 1 day before CNY. Really happy this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BfSJFPqXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pKkmrtoiQnE/s1600-h/P2060778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165733537874159986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BfSJFPqXI/AAAAAAAAAD4/pKkmrtoiQnE/s200/P2060778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin sister and her cousin (My mom's sister-in-law's sister's son - complicated huh?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7Bf7JFPqYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PyAstY_Yd3k/s1600-h/P2060773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165734242248796546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7Bf7JFPqYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/PyAstY_Yd3k/s200/P2060773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's mouth watering dishes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BggpFPqZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7LNDPZ0h-Fg/s1600-h/P2060781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165734886493890962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BggpFPqZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/7LNDPZ0h-Fg/s200/P2060781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7Bgz5FPqaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hoMuVOYvcYg/s1600-h/P2060785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165735217206372770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7Bgz5FPqaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hoMuVOYvcYg/s200/P2060785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture says all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BhdJFPqbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OByIvIxMcJY/s1600-h/P2060792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165735925875976626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BhdJFPqbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OByIvIxMcJY/s200/P2060792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's Grandchildren..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BhypFPqcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1LC2imw32nE/s1600-h/P2060787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165736295243164098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BhypFPqcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/1LC2imw32nE/s200/P2060787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The million dollar smile?&lt;br /&gt;More valueble than Mona Lisa's smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BiZpFPqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t5t3sdBdSJM/s1600-h/P2060782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165736965258062290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BiZpFPqdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/t5t3sdBdSJM/s200/P2060782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're are a small but happy family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BivZFPqeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iCMm9CtHy0I/s1600-h/P2060800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165737338920217058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BivZFPqeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/iCMm9CtHy0I/s200/P2060800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That young guy is just too cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BjH5FPqfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/anbazX2M3O0/s1600-h/P2070822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165737759827012082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BjH5FPqfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/anbazX2M3O0/s200/P2070822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The HAPPY-Smiling fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks a lot especially to Hanson for everything + for lending me your camera to snap all this happy memories. I really appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now! Arigato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happy.com.my/happymoments/happymoments_view.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Happy - Happy Moments" src="http://www.happy.com.my/images/happy_moments_smiley.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-4647737525143693678?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4647737525143693678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4647737525143693678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-moments.html' title='Happy Moments'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R7BdupFPqUI/AAAAAAAAADg/ePPRRdEX5Po/s72-c/P2050738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-3332732077005259786</id><published>2008-02-05T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:13:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'wu liao无聊' in penang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after so many days in Penang, I'd actually manage to go out and do what I do best (To have fun).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prangin&lt;/span&gt; Mall right after lunch and actually landed myself in the arcade. The happiest part is actually seeing the machines that I don't think they have in KL anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. It started with a little dancing with &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;EZ2Dancer&lt;/span&gt;. Gosh, I miss those songs.. Vision, Hip Hop, Pierrot... All the happy moment years ago playing these songs. I'm gonna miss Penang (only cause of the games) Sobs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dancing was &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;para-para&lt;/span&gt; time. Haha. Kinda lost touch if you asked me. Next stop was &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Rock Fever&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly, the machines are not as well maintained compared to KL but what the heck. I made it. At least in Prangin anyway. Manage to get 1st. I wonder what will I rank @ &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gurney Plaza&lt;/span&gt; (Hmmmm....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after hours and hours of dancing and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Initial D&lt;/span&gt; (Yea.. They had &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;initial D&lt;/span&gt;.. and I manage to level up in just 5 rounds), I met up with Hanson and it was time to ronda around PG. We had our dinner at Paya Terubong (was it? Kinda blur!) and went to Batu Ferringgi to just jalan-jalan. While walking, I saw something that I really must share with everyone. Thank goodness Hanson's phone could snap that photo. Perfecto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R6fuHlboqoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JnvIsqDqw9M/s1600-h/04022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163357311878081154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R6fuHlboqoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JnvIsqDqw9M/s320/04022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What eye condom centre?&lt;br /&gt;No hanky panky and no bullshit? What is there to hanky panky and bullshit bout glasses?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there was nothing much to buy over there and we headed over to Gurney Drive for the all famous rojak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R6fuqFboqpI/AAAAAAAAADY/4ZInDr_-Aq4/s1600-h/05022008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163357904583568018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R6fuqFboqpI/AAAAAAAAADY/4ZInDr_-Aq4/s200/05022008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was only 1 stall there but sadly, because they were they only stall selling there, they were rather proud. Well, what to do. They were monopolizing the market. (sooner or later people are gonna burn down their stall!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually wanted to snap a photo of the 'beautiful' sea contaminated with rubbish. Really colours of Malaysia. Hehehe. But too bad only 2 megapixels and it was dark. So too bad. But as Malaysians, you know, I know can-LAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time I reached back, it was already 1a.m. Eventhough been dancing and all, but I manage to scrape up some strengh to call MF and chat for an hour(?) or so. Well, this is the happiest time in Penang. Never enjoyed much since my pet sis left for England. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this will be my last post before CNY so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to everyone out there and hope everyone enjoys! Cyah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-3332732077005259786?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3332732077005259786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3332732077005259786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/02/wu-liao-in-penang.html' title='&apos;wu liao无聊&apos; in penang'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R6fuHlboqoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JnvIsqDqw9M/s72-c/04022008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-7700023185680456491</id><published>2008-02-03T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:13:19.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival?</title><content type='html'>It's only my 2nd day in Penang and seriously, I'm not amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just managed to find a run-ed down CC just to write this post. Well, it's not like I really hate PG but it's just the people I'm with. Whole day, I only hear complaints complaints and even more complaint. Gosh, why tell me? Feel like smaking them on the head and just tell them to get a life. SICKENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's only a few more days to CNY but I've already fallen sick. GOSH!! Coughing my lungs out right here. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks MF teman me chat last night. Or else I wud have been bored stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for hardcore gaming. Cyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-7700023185680456491?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7700023185680456491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7700023185680456491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/02/survival.html' title='Survival?'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-8054101848317284251</id><published>2008-01-31T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:00:06.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Frustrations~</title><content type='html'>I'm suppose to be in class but I'm over at the computer lab updating this blog and doing my assignments. Well, since I only missed like 1 time, never mind-LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel kinda frustrated when I see and listen to my coursemates. All of them are like just playing a fool only. It's like that they just do not care about classes and all. Today's class is suppose to start at approximately 9 a.m. but when I call them up, all of them are at home or just woke up. Kanasai leh! Anyway, I'll be joining another class next semester so no frets. I'm the only student from the marketing course in class. Gosh, no way! I prefer to go online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of online, feel so sad. My line is already disconnected and cannot go online at home. Cannot go on Friendster for a few days. I don't know, recently it's like I'm hooked on the net. Everyday internet, internet, internet. Man.. I'll feel so lost in Penang furthermore I'll be there a whole week (sobz sobz)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone going to Penang? Must find me there k? Feel so sienz only and still no CNY mood eventhough the days are drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, thanks Dollface for yesterday. I really had a great time. Practice hard okay! Hope one day you can beat me at that game. But until then, muahahahahahaha (sinister+twisted+evil!). Too bad we didn't dance yesterday. I mean for ez2dancer. Nevermind. We'll find another day after CNY. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better move on with my assignment. Hoping to submit it before lunchtime. Cyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-8054101848317284251?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8054101848317284251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8054101848317284251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/frustrations.html' title='~Frustrations~'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-4574824172502843515</id><published>2008-01-30T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T04:54:56.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pursuit For HAPPY</title><content type='html'>Over these days, I've been down to IOI, Giant and Tesco to find a reload for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; cause they say &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Digi&lt;/span&gt; reload is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough it is called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;, I feel more frustrated than happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, when I bought the simpack, they said we can reload at petrol kiosk, 7-11 and blah blah blah but not at the phone dealer shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to Giant to reload cause it's expiring end of the month, the booth is no longer there (KANASAI!). I went to&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; 7-11&lt;/span&gt; to ask and they tell me cannot. Gosh, It really made me fuming mad. I was told to go Tesco &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;MyNews.com&lt;/span&gt; but they told me it was sold out. I had to call the customer service and they were saying reload via atm (my atm has long been emptied since I quit work), Petronas my mesra kiosk (I dun even drive and there's none over here), &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Giant&lt;/span&gt; Ciggarette Couner (Damn, too far, didn't want to go another time), &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;MyNews.com&lt;/span&gt; (Went there and they say dun have).  His last alternate is find anyshop using &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;e-pay&lt;/span&gt;. I thought of just giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what, when I went to my usual mini market to buy ciggarettes, I realize they had&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; e-pay&lt;/span&gt; (HOORAY!).  The uncle has always been very friendly and he actually help me check the system. Alas, my search was not in vain, coincidence made me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; at last....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, it's 4.52am and blogging this down after playing warcraft tower defence for 3-4 hours in the CC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story is... Must always go to regular mini market to buy ciggarettes :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-4574824172502843515?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4574824172502843515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4574824172502843515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/pursuit-for-happy.html' title='The Pursuit For HAPPY'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-6014273816142873686</id><published>2008-01-28T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T06:49:01.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too free for words~~</title><content type='html'>It's 6.45 in the morning and honestly, I really got nothing better to do.. so check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/nickver2/dontclick.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DONT CLICK HERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, 1 thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my name, you'll be screaming it later... muahahahahaha (evil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-6014273816142873686?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/6014273816142873686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/6014273816142873686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-free-for-words.html' title='Too free for words~~'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-7109782111307188272</id><published>2008-01-27T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T21:05:50.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of betrayal and deceit (version 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;In my older post in my old friendster account, I actually posted the same title (unfortunately the account was closed down!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a simple question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What will you do if you know the one of your friend is being betrayed by one guy he treats real nicely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here's a little case study:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are being a 3rd party in this case. Your friend (&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;he does not have much IQ and EQ&lt;/span&gt;). He is good to everyone and there is this little guy who is said to be considered homeless (&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;more to sampah masyarakat if you ask me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; is allowed to stay at his place temporarily. One day, your friend lost his pack of ciggaretts and cash in his own home. You so happen to know that it is taken by the guy who is taking shelter in his house. What will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;You see, if you read my previous post, there was this 16 year old kid.. if you remember. He had been 'homeless' for a few days and stayed in my friend's house. The rest of the story is as stated in the case study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I just got to know of this when I was having a drink with my 'brothers' of different mothers and got to know of it. You may say I'm sampat or nosy but among the group, everyone are brothers, how can this be allowed to happen? Until now, my friend still does not know about it but somehow, I really feel I must do something about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Any good ideas? Should I break his fingers? Should I teach him another unforgettable lesson? Or should I just ignore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRUSTRATION!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Well, at least I will get a sandbag to let go of my other frustration if I'm permitted to take the action.. hooray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see tonight when I see both of them.. Cheerios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-7109782111307188272?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7109782111307188272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7109782111307188272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/of-betrayal-and-deceit-version-2.html' title='Of betrayal and deceit (version 2)'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-1463819921022080720</id><published>2008-01-26T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:13:45.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cheap (I mean really cheap and yucky!) Booze&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM 29.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciggarettes&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM 8.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the guy you dislike drunk as a monkey and embarassing himself&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PRICELESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-1463819921022080720?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/1463819921022080720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/1463819921022080720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/priceless.html' title='Priceless'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-2428158418286157769</id><published>2008-01-24T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T04:02:38.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness...</title><content type='html'>23rd January.. Simply a day of madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started out when I went to look for a good friend who stays nearby to 'yum cha'. Well, I wanted to leave by midnight but god knows what happened and I got dragged into joining them to have some hard drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at 1st we started to hang out at the nearby cyber cafe to wait for the other members. Guess what? Can you imagine a cyber cafe which suddenly has no connection? Stupid... I was still in MSN chatting! Stupid! Lucky for them they were the only CC in this area! Or else I sure gonna boycott them! So inefficient! Just when the customer is at the max... the line gets disconnected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such frustration, we ended up hanging out at Wawasan 2 where the liquor shop is located at (walking is possible!). Those crazy guys chose Mr. Winston dry gin. The worst thing is we had to drink it 'raw'! At 1st we wanted to start out 'sulam' style (Sarawak style? Drinking 1 by 1 wif only 1 cup?)  but after finding the horrible taste,  we just gave the excuse of buying burgers and left a stupid 16 yo idiot to finish up half a bottle by the time we came back. The best part was he actually drank half of that foul liquid.  The worst part was we made him finish another 6 glasses before he was so drunk he didn't even know his own name. And in 1 of it Clift added ciggarette ash inside (Kinda wasted though that my horns was not out yet or else I would have added even more! Muahahahaha!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just the beginning! The real party started when my good friend's brother-in-law, raveen joined along. The Mr. Winston was given to one of the malay guys selling burger and we bought Club 99 whisky. Raveen slapped that 16 yo idiot senseless when he just fell asleep in the park. Wished I had taken a photo of that. And so, me, my good friend, Clift, Raveen and Loon took out the whole bottle 'sulam' style while waiting for another member to come. Gosh, beside that time Deepavali, I don't think I have been this drunk in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Raveen's member Saga the cop came down, we opened yet another bottle of whisky. My legs were weak and my breath was heavy already. Gosh, if I was older, I guess I would have gotten stroke... Thank goodness the malay gang came along to join the party and drank all my part. HUHU!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off next, due to the heavy stench, I couldn't just go back cause my mom has the nose of a hound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of alchohol = DISASTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to the CC we came from in the 1st place and donated even more just to play more stupid games and online a while. Call me crazy but whoever wanna challenge me in endurance of not sleeping, bring it on! (Challenge will be accepted if prizes are reasonble!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9.30am (AM seriously!), I'm back home, playing CS and checking more mail and getting my bath and woilah! I'm out again! This time to Clift's house to help him install some games and stuff. I tried calling him on his cell but there was no pick up. Eventually, I just went straight to his doorstep and he is still sleeping! I'm so tired and my head is spinning and he's SLEEPING! GOOD! REALLY NUMBER ONE! But thankgoodness his mom actually allowed me to enter his room and wake him up BY ALL MEANS NECESSARY! The PC he wanted to install games was kinda pathetic. Seriously, besides his speakers, I really don't even wanna talk bout how 'good' it is. But here's a few: the hard disc is only 20Gig times 2 drives. The ram is just 256! The saddest part, for what it took me to transfer a 1.3 gig file, it took 20 times the time! Sad sad sad...&lt;br /&gt;But knowing Clift, when he got the dough, he will straight away just go and get the things needed to upgrade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ended up taking us to Imbi plaza, Low Yat, Sg Wang. We wanted to take the monorial but OMFG, the crowd q-ing up just to buy the ticket is madness. We decided to take a cab which at 1st charged us 8 bucks minus the meter just to Low Yat. All was smooth sailing until we reach Hang Tuah LRT station. The jam is seemingly forever (if you normally walk to Times Square from Pudu Jail, you will know why!). The driver gave up and just dropped us at the monorail station and charged us 5 bucks. He given up all hope that the traffic will be moving 100 meters in the next 20 minutes. We just took a stroll since it was just so near. The saddening part was when crossing the road. 2 &lt;a href="mailto:f@t"&gt;fAt&lt;/a&gt; @$$ cops were just waving their hands around and making the traffic so so slow. I guess besides us, millions of others are also cursing these stupid SOBs! And the badge 'saya anti rasuah', yea right as if! U think for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, Sg Wang and Low Yat was really SUPER PACKED! The people there are buying things as if everything is free! Wish I could be so carefree like them when spending as if there's no tomorrow. But our goal there was just to accompany Clift to get his Ram and internal hard drive. I got stoned due to the lack of sleep = remix music played by the shops (Who says you need drugs to get high?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of walking and headache, we alas bought what was needed and went down to Kota Raya instead. That place, unlike Sg Wang is rather quiet. Even the Indons don't seem like wanting to come out (which is a good thing for us). We played games, we played snooker (where the points don't even matter) and had a stroll in Petaling Street. Todays is just very scary. Very few stalls closed compared to a few weeks ago when I went for my new year shopping. Can say half of the stalls are closed. We had dinner there and manage to see how the hawkers run/close their booth before DBKL came. One thing about PS, there a sign board saying DILARANG MENJUAL BARANG CETAK ROMPAK (NO SELLING PIRATED ITEMS) but the agony is, 90% of the things sold in PS are pirated. From Gucci to Nike to LV to SOFTHARD... Who cares if it is pirated? As long as it is cheap! I can buy more of the same item than to buy just ONE of those brands and some totalled up is not even half of the retail price of the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day does not stop here, we ended up not going straight back but to Puteri just to 'Lo Sang (Yee Sang)'. My god, it's not even new year and we are already doing it! People must be thinking are we mad? I wonder that myself too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It took me an hour just to type this and I'm getting blur again. So, Peace and Lights Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Thanks Dana, u gave me back a small piece of my long lost memory... u may not understand what I'm saying, I may not even know if it is said correctly.. but thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-gfx.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/0/147ypz52crbtz.gif width=244 height=64 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-works.org target=_blank&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-messages.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1/1771h3mohxns1w.jpg width=295 height=225 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-works.org target=_blank&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-2428158418286157769?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2428158418286157769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2428158418286157769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/madness.html' title='madness...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-6032184361128802658</id><published>2008-01-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:59:27.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't make her cry.. Don't make him cry...</title><content type='html'>I was reading in friendster bulletin and I read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cries in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;it means that she couldn't take it anymore...&lt;br /&gt;If you take her hand, she would stay with you for the rest of your life;&lt;br /&gt;if you let her go, she couldn't go backt o being herself anymore...(VERY TRUE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily, Except infront of the person who she love the most,&lt;br /&gt;she becomes weak..(VERY TRUE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A girl wont cry easily, only when she loves you the most,&lt;br /&gt;she put down her ego.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you please hold her hands firmly,&lt;br /&gt;she's the one who would stay with you for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Guys, if a girl cries bcoz of you, please dont give her up,&lt;br /&gt;maybe bcoz of your decision, you ruin her life.&lt;br /&gt;When she cry rite in front of you, when she cry bcoz of you, Look into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Can u see n feel the pain n hurt she's feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Think....Which other girl have cried wif pure sincerity,&lt;br /&gt;Infront of you, And bcoz of you?&lt;br /&gt;She cry not because she is weak,&lt;br /&gt;She cry not bcoz she wan sympathy or pity,&lt;br /&gt;She cry, Because crying silently is nolonger possible,&lt;br /&gt;the pain, hurt, n agony have become too big a burden to be kept inside...&lt;br /&gt;Guys, Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;If a girl cry her heart out 2 you, And all because of you,&lt;br /&gt;Its time to lookback on wat u have done,&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;Do consider it.&lt;br /&gt;Coz one day....&lt;br /&gt;It may be too late for regrets,It may be too late to say "im sorry".&lt;br /&gt;To my friends...Ponder this message seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Dont do this to a girl,You may regret for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in your life, she's the only one that love YOU the most..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering.. If girls like this, how bout us guys?&lt;br /&gt;Have we not have any feeling too?&lt;br /&gt;Have we not put down our egos and cried in front of them as well?&lt;br /&gt;So if guys don't appreciate girls, they may not find the right one after that? But if girls don;t appreciate guys? Who to be accounted for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think bout that... guys are also humans... not all guys are jerks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-6032184361128802658?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/6032184361128802658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/6032184361128802658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-make-her-cry-dont-make-him-cry.html' title='Don&apos;t make her cry.. Don&apos;t make him cry...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-6555524488187049731</id><published>2008-01-20T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T04:16:42.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pursuit of happiness当幸福来敲门</title><content type='html'>I was just watching The Pursuit of Happiness for the umpteen times and man this show never fails to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the true story of Chris Gardner, who secured an internship with a stock brokerage firm while homeless, the film stars Will Smith as Gardner and Smith's real-life son Jaden Smith as Gardner's son Christopher. Although the film differs from Gardner's real-life experiences in various respects, it recounts many of the unusual events faced by Gardner while pursuing the internship and caring for Christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a good story. Perhaps I'll get the DVD if I ever spot it. If not, too bad la. But this story is really a great one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that part where his son tell him this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a man was drowning...&lt;br /&gt;There came a boat and they asked "Hey! you need any help over there?"&lt;br /&gt;That man said:"No! God will save me!"&lt;br /&gt;Then, came a second boat and they said:" Hey, need any help?"&lt;br /&gt;That man said:" No! God will save me!"&lt;br /&gt;That man drowned and went to heaven...&lt;br /&gt;He asked God:"Why didn't you save me?"&lt;br /&gt;God replied:"I sent 2 boat you idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.. people these days.. They do not even try to help themselves, how do they expect people or even God to help them? Think bout that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone's interested, just click&lt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://www15.alluc.org/alluc/movies.html?action=getviewcategory&amp;amp;category_uid=28831"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;&gt;&gt; link and you may watch this show for free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.. wish I had a dad like him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out and ready 2 zzz... cyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-6555524488187049731?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/6555524488187049731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/6555524488187049731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/pursuit-of-happiness.html' title='The pursuit of happiness当幸福来敲门'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-8349171409662590703</id><published>2008-01-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:18:50.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>母老虎</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bIMb8PY_x4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bIMb8PY_x4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.. I just love this video.. MC Hot Dog RAWKS!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;我家的母老虎 我家的母老虎 很唧歪 很唧歪 ! Huhu!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what has been happening of late? Nothing really.. Things has been quite slow really. All the plans that I made beginning of the week was never a success. The people I was suppose to meet during my non-class days are too busy to meet up. But hey, it's okay, iI got all the time in the world!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week, I've been drinking more than I ever drank in a year. Drink, drank and drunk. Hehe. At least it makes me hate the feeling more. Smoking also, I smoke more but I'll make sure I'll quit by my dateline. My wallet has been gaining weight already which is a good thing. More $$$ to enjoy later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, next week hopefully all my plans will go smoothly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-8349171409662590703?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8349171409662590703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/8349171409662590703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='母老虎'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-3576153571314029727</id><published>2008-01-14T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T00:23:07.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring..</title><content type='html'>things have been boring recently (but the activities are already stacking up). Since a few friends were back, at least now we gat to play basketball and now I can play GTA:San Andreas... Hooray..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the most annoying thing is my bad habit is coming back to me. Wanna know what? Nah, I won't tell you all... Just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Even though my body is hyper tired, somehow I have no will to sleep. Sounds crazy but this has been going on for a few days. Really cannot stand it. Somebody save me! I don't know, by nightfall and when everyone has gone home and deep into slumber, I just think too much which makes me don't feel like sleeping. Crazy huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the bus, I actually managed to see Karen Kong face to face... how rare is this opportunity. She just came up the bus and was doing shooting for CNY... Which made me late for my lunch appointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just glad everyone's around when I need them (You know who you are!). Thanks a million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-3576153571314029727?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3576153571314029727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3576153571314029727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/boring.html' title='Boring..'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-2801233070740459690</id><published>2008-01-10T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:13:14.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of a poor dog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd post of the day. I really just can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few months back, I saw the corpse of a dog lying at the middle of the highway near the lamp post at Tmn Kinrara highway. This poor dog was a hit and run victim of some stupid inconsiderate driver who just left it there to rot (How does he sleep at night?). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over these few months, I've been going in and out of that area and having to cross the road to the busstop. I've seen it from injuries to having maggots eating it's flesh to slowly becoming dust. As I pass yesterday, I still see the last of that poor doggy's bone remains at that very same spot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you guess the problem? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have the right IQ and EQ, you must be thinking, crazy ah? A corpse there for so long without anyone bothering about it? Simply rediculous and outragous! For heaven sake, the stench in the past was unbearable but now there's none and yet not a single person bothers to remove the bones? For crying out loud! How'd you like if you got banged by a car and nobody bothers to even take your corpse away? What happened to the part where we say dogs are man's best friend? Pathetic! Simply pathetic! What the heck are those people doing? Do they deserve receiving their paychecks when they can't even get rid of 1 simple pile of bones?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, may that poor doggy's soul rest in peace....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To any dog lovers who would like to adopt dogs, please feel free to contact me at &lt;a href="mailto:angelboy.flames@gmail.com"&gt;angelboy.flames@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; . The dogs ready to be adopted are from the Furry Friends Farm located quite far from town. They may not be pedigrees but they sure are active, friendly and loving and not forgetting, adorable. They're real darlings. Here's a few pics from my last visit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UnxgqaASI/AAAAAAAAACM/ttLfhUIKnLY/s1600-h/DSC00189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153569080130273570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UnxgqaASI/AAAAAAAAACM/ttLfhUIKnLY/s200/DSC00189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4Un6QqaATI/AAAAAAAAACU/4Cqxn0m_I1o/s1600-h/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153569230454128946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4Un6QqaATI/AAAAAAAAACU/4Cqxn0m_I1o/s200/DSC00190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UoFAqaAUI/AAAAAAAAACc/aXmY9Lunrkk/s1600-h/DSC00191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153569415137722690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UoFAqaAUI/AAAAAAAAACc/aXmY9Lunrkk/s200/DSC00191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4Un6QqaATI/AAAAAAAAACU/4Cqxn0m_I1o/s1600-h/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4Un6QqaATI/AAAAAAAAACU/4Cqxn0m_I1o/s1600-h/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4Un6QqaATI/AAAAAAAAACU/4Cqxn0m_I1o/s1600-h/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UoYQqaAVI/AAAAAAAAACk/xmUpL_fwLy0/s1600-h/DSC00192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153569745850204498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UoYQqaAVI/AAAAAAAAACk/xmUpL_fwLy0/s200/DSC00192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4Uo5gqaAXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tZtQtug6Lh8/s1600-h/DSC00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153570317080854898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4Uo5gqaAXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tZtQtug6Lh8/s200/DSC00202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UovAqaAWI/AAAAAAAAACs/sC9szVibsfM/s1600-h/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153570136692228450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UovAqaAWI/AAAAAAAAACs/sC9szVibsfM/s200/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you just love them? Hehe! Perhaps meeting them might help mend this broken heart of mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-2801233070740459690?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2801233070740459690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2801233070740459690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-poor-dog.html' title='The story of a poor dog...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UnxgqaASI/AAAAAAAAACM/ttLfhUIKnLY/s72-c/DSC00189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-2707595627113486246</id><published>2008-01-10T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:13:14.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long.. goodbye...</title><content type='html'>It's a devastating day.. 9th January 2008. The beginning of the year which brings the end of something that has been consider very very very important in my life - The person I love the most (U wun know how much I actually loved and cared).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Years and 13 days,&lt;br /&gt;All the sweet moments,&lt;br /&gt;All the sour moments,&lt;br /&gt;Now are just ashes,&lt;br /&gt;Ashes of the past,&lt;br /&gt;We laughed together,&lt;br /&gt;We cried together,&lt;br /&gt;We held on through good and hard times.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly,&lt;br /&gt;It's all over now,&lt;br /&gt;We really are not meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Love turns sour,&lt;br /&gt;Joy turns to frustration,&lt;br /&gt;It had to stop,&lt;br /&gt;For the best of us.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I said I have no more tears, these tears appear and can't seem to fade away while I'm typing this and listening to &lt;a href="http://http://nielsparda.imeem.com/music/_UMQasIc/samsons_kenangan_terindah/"&gt;Samson's Kenangan Terindah&lt;/a&gt;. Have I made a mistake? I've made up my mind! Please don't stop me! Just like what Tun Mahathir said in his step down speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy will I miss your touch, the soft touch of your lips and all the times we embraced together. Sorry things never got out the way it should be. Sorry we never got to see eye to eye in many things. Hope you will be happier after this. 1431314!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UeOQqaARI/AAAAAAAAACE/BJowXHGglU4/s1600-h/Image(094).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UeOQqaARI/AAAAAAAAACE/BJowXHGglU4/s200/Image(094).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153558578935234834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jyn and Jie&lt;br /&gt;27th December 2005 - 9th January 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1431314!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur always on my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yrv2D4htoro&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yrv2D4htoro&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku yang lemah tanpamu &lt;br /&gt;Aku yang rentan karena &lt;br /&gt;Cinta yang tlah hilang darimu &lt;br /&gt;Yang mampu menyanjungku &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selama mata terbuka &lt;br /&gt;Sampai jantung tak berdetak &lt;br /&gt;Selama itu pun &lt;br /&gt;Aku mampu tuk mengenangmu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darimu... &lt;br /&gt;Kutemukan hidupku &lt;br /&gt;Bagiku... &lt;br /&gt;Kau lah cinta sejati &lt;br /&gt;Oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila yang tertulis untukku &lt;br /&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukmu &lt;br /&gt;Kan kujadikan kau kenangan &lt;br /&gt;Yang terindah dalam hidupku &lt;br /&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku &lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupku &lt;br /&gt;Yang tlah terukir abadi &lt;br /&gt;Sebagai kenangan yang terindah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-2707595627113486246?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2707595627113486246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/2707595627113486246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-long-goodbye.html' title='So long.. goodbye...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R4UeOQqaARI/AAAAAAAAACE/BJowXHGglU4/s72-c/Image(094).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-775315207180381325</id><published>2008-01-07T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T16:01:48.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that was.. and still is...</title><content type='html'>Just the 1st week of this brand new year and things just don't seem right. Many many problems at the beginning... is this a bad sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 1st of all, my internet line is down til god knows when and I may be cutting the line cause I'm totally not satisfied for what I'm getting. (I'm actually writing this blog in my pathetic college computer lab while in class) So sad, cannot play MSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd bad new is My Friendster is hacked and terminated. Haih. Feel kinda upset.. The sad part is I do not know how long will it take to add back everyone.... sad sad sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pray hard that I can get a better line ASAP-lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go.. Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-775315207180381325?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/775315207180381325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/775315207180381325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2008/01/week-that-was-and-still-is.html' title='The week that was.. and still is...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-3628780958435808918</id><published>2007-12-31T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T18:13:15.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year And New Beginnings!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fZeQqaAFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7_qXVp2Ru7U/s1600-h/oij_o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149823812813586514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fZeQqaAFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7_qXVp2Ru7U/s400/oij_o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gosh, how time flies, I've wasted yet another year... &lt;em&gt;sobs sobs&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;:'-(&lt;/strong&gt; Another year burned with many unfulfiled dreams. Anyway, there were some sweet moments this year as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little recap of the my view of &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149825036879265890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="168" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3falgqaAGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/jmQG782a04A/s320/DSC00043.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;The amazing slanting cup at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1st World Cafe&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Genting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My roommate's (at Genting, Prakash) brother Hari did this trick for us right in front of our eyes with just a little help of salt. He even did the slanting trick with a jug of water but that image was never manage to be taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fbxQqaAHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U4Tey0KBx_0/s1600-h/DSC00016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149826338254356594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fbxQqaAHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/U4Tey0KBx_0/s200/DSC00016.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy moments at Safari Disco, Genting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just 1 of the many photos of the happy times at Safari. The happiest was when my baby was up. Gosh, she can drink more beer than me! Betcha she'll lose to me in whisky!!! Hell Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Left - My Baby Jie and Right - my good friend Natasha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fciAqaAII/AAAAAAAAAA8/1ffE_ad_g5Q/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149827175772979330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fciAqaAII/AAAAAAAAAA8/1ffE_ad_g5Q/s200/DSC00019.JPG" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Loving Couple Visiting Me Up At Genting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, they 2 came up to genting and also to collect present from me. Well, we had a great feast thanks to the stupid doctors MC which I had to wait for 4 hours. BTW, The meal, BMW (Burned My Wallet!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Left - Wilson, Right - Kinki (B'day Gal)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fd2gqaAJI/AAAAAAAAABE/n4hf-4wmIFg/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149828627471925394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fd2gqaAJI/AAAAAAAAABE/n4hf-4wmIFg/s200/DSC00139.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goodbye Kok, see you again in Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues at AVRD, real happy go lucky guy. The last picture of him taken at Genting before his departure for Macau!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3femwqaAKI/AAAAAAAAABM/unbEFE9UPlk/s1600-h/Image(145).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149829456400613538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3femwqaAKI/AAAAAAAAABM/unbEFE9UPlk/s200/Image(145).jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 14, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days as customer service assistant at AVRD, who says we can't eat cake while talking to angry customers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3ffKwqaALI/AAAAAAAAABU/FawpnGH5doE/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149830074875904178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3ffKwqaALI/AAAAAAAAABU/FawpnGH5doE/s200/DSC00100.JPG" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Awana Kijal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to sacrifice going to the Micheal learns To Rock Concert because this trip was made compulsary by the stupid stingy Assistant Vice President. What I lost in concert, I gained in relaxation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fgbgqaAMI/AAAAAAAAABc/TNN4Hfzo7zM/s1600-h/Picture(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149831462150340802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="150" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fgbgqaAMI/AAAAAAAAABc/TNN4Hfzo7zM/s200/Picture(21).jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments with my baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;The happiest moment is getting to see my baby after a hard days work. Baby, I love you so so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are in fact many many other pics and memories but that will be just too too long to put it in...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some others are like:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 1st time going to Ipoh and eating the taugeh and chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st time staying so long and Genting and get to stay at Awana with the nice Jacuzzi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st time jogging from Awana Genting to Genting View Resort and U-turn to Gohtong Jaya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st time get scolding so much for the customers for the sales personnel's wrong doing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;1st time borrowing from Ah Long (That time really sucked!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spending so many sweet moments with my baby (I miss you even by thinking of it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hanging out with my good friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing midnight basketball with the Puchong gang (you guys ROCK!!!!)\&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entering college at last!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;oh my god.. this list can go on for ages!!! I'll just stop here... for those things I never mention, please don't put it in heart. You know and I know we had fun and happy times (winks! winks!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that is 2007! We as humans can't always expect the past and just let time stop there. Times change and people change. Digi also changed, so time for me to change to...Here's my goal for 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The list is as goes...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quit smoking officially on the 1st of March!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It will be hard to me but i have to put and end as my stamina is getting real bad! Whoever who see me touch another stick after this date, just grab that fag and gimme a real tight &lt;strong&gt;slap&lt;/strong&gt; will you? I won't blame you, it's for my own good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please read the fine prints!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149837887421415634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fmRgqaANI/AAAAAAAAABk/Ytqg8FCWlT4/s200/GanjaLightMenthol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;bye bye fags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Get my driving license by end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As time goes by, I realize I'm 21 next year. I need a license! I need a license!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fmkgqaAOI/AAAAAAAAABs/QCaZ4usAGkE/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149838213838930146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fmkgqaAOI/AAAAAAAAABs/QCaZ4usAGkE/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need a car! I need a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My sleeping habits recently got the best of me. I feel tired but yet I have no will to sleep. Time to change that! *(Unless there are exceptions!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fm1AqaAPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w-tzvaAB6SY/s1600-h/images5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149838497306771698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fm1AqaAPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w-tzvaAB6SY/s200/images5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man am I tired and my mind is not working right now. Guess The list stops here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOODBYE &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt; and WELCOME &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pray hard 2008 will be a good year for me and all around me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jyn Flames 4ever!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-3628780958435808918?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3628780958435808918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/3628780958435808918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-and-new-beginnings.html' title='New Year And New Beginnings!!!'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R3fZeQqaAFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7_qXVp2Ru7U/s72-c/oij_o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-7970215258564494632</id><published>2007-12-29T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T04:30:26.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of GFs and Ex-Crushes</title><content type='html'>I was awakend by noisy stupid mono toned cellphone at 3 in the morning and when I get up to pick up the phone, what do I see? 2 damn miss calls. It's really kind of frustrating at times, I'm getting old and when I really want to get some rest, strangely there are many hindrances (ya! I'm old already, years ago at this time perhaps I'll be hanging out at the mamak with some friends after clubbing or feng tau!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well see see my GF is being frustrated with me writing a testimonial in friendster for my ex-crush / a close friend (Well, she is close but as friends, besides, crush on her was like so many years ago!) Well, seeing my background, it really has been easier for me to mix with girls compared to guys (though I do have some close guy friends as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big differences, a big majority of guys likes football all just sports or PC and stuff like that which is so not me also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, why can she just let this old man 'rest in peace'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, if only for a week no arguments or problems don't happen in the middle of the night. I'll be so so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: To Baby Jie, I know who i love kay, don't worry! My heart is not like the logo on the transformers toys in the past where they keep changing colour, if you know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I'm up, time to have an early breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-7970215258564494632?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7970215258564494632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/7970215258564494632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-gfs-and-ex-crushes.html' title='Of GFs and Ex-Crushes'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-4073856735992762957</id><published>2007-12-23T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T05:19:10.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family problem'/><title type='text'>Destruction...</title><content type='html'>I wonder, why am I here in this world? It makes no difference even if I'm gone. I expect no one to even shed a tear for me if I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going crazy with this cold war. The cold war between me and my mom. That's what I'm saying. She sees her way as only the best and won't even accept my thoughts and feeling? Why is this so? All religion talk bout filial piety (not kuih paitee mind you!) but isn't there something where they also talk about children cannot choose their parents and same goes the other way round? It's not like I just want to play all day and ignore my studies and stuff. I totally understand that when there's time for work and for play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though this family can be said to be broken many years ago, why must I go through all this? I know there are many families having similar problems, but how come their parents are not so calculative? Everything I do, my mom will always be calculating with me. I already said I'll study, why can't she just trust me. Why the need to call my college up and check on me? Why want my college to call her everytime I'm absent? Does she know how humiliating it is or not? How'd it feel like if I call her boss and her HR department to check on her to see if she left early, apply for leave or late for work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, she goes to the Buddhist temple to listen to talks and this and that, always helping out in the temple. It's not to say bad, but it really give me the feeling that she cares more of her Sunday school and temple that this house! (Seriously!) Buddhist? I say bullsh*t! If she ever say she is trying to be a good Buddhist, someone just please help me slap her in the face. There's one word I learned about from the temple and it's called Kalyana Mitra, it's a Pali word for spiritual friend. I used to believe I can find a kalyana mitra in temple until I realize that those in the temple are just far worse that those people we call 'pai kia'. Those in the temple are just so power hungry and can backstab, boot licking and do many other things to attain their goals. Those 'pai kia' outside are more human than those I've seen in the temple. Therefore, there tattoo on my arm is born. It's in old chinese writing called 'yi' (setiakawan). Which mean faithful to friends and not abandoning them when a problem occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has no right to talk bad about my best buddies (my kalyana mitra). Even though we smoke, we drink and wasting our lives away playing midnight basketball, the give me the feeling of a family I never had! The brotherhood! We laugh together! We cried together! We faced the most challenging things together! What feeling has my mom gave me? She make me feel myself so worthless, nothing but piece of junk ready to be thrown away. She cause me to hate and bring so much destruction and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she actually has a chance to read this blog, all I want to say is 'Mom, I love you but please understand me and believe and accept what I'm doing!'. I am Jyn, therefore there's no comparison between me and anyone. I may not be the smartest, I may not be the most athletic, I may not be the the best in anything. But I am ME! I have my dreams, I have my visions, I have my goals for I am Jyn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-4073856735992762957?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4073856735992762957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/4073856735992762957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2007/12/destruction.html' title='Destruction...'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1811643912755276866.post-5937619344868805248</id><published>2007-12-21T05:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T05:27:10.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost~~</title><content type='html'>There are times when we actually feel quite lost. Not knowing what is the next step... Not knowing what to do... How sickening can that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I try my best to be as good as I can but how come things just get so screwed up? I'm actually having cold war with my mom, my relationship with my Gf is just like crap. my wallet is hyper light, actually can say empty. Gosh. I wish this week just pass fater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming but I really just can't find the mood. 1 good thing is now I've at least found back some good memories (right doll face?). At least this year I'll get to sell confetti than to waste money buying like the other years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is just my 1st blog after stopping to blog in &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; for quite some time. So sorry if my post is kind of messy now. I promise there will be futher improvements (maybe!?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's hyper early in the morning &amp;amp; gotta take some rest... ciaoz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1811643912755276866-5937619344868805248?l=angelboyflames.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/5937619344868805248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1811643912755276866/posts/default/5937619344868805248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelboyflames.blogspot.com/2007/12/lost.html' title='Lost~~'/><author><name>Jyn Flames</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11314299978532952664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_R9R0JTGBb68/R210cA_z_cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6WfOvZQgpfM/S220/34115848811168l.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
