<?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-13306772</id><updated>2011-12-01T20:19:16.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrone's Dumpsite</title><subtitle type='html'>A new phase coming through!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-5152149265044231068</id><published>2008-05-02T01:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:51:30.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>After much thought and consideration, I have decided to move!&lt;br /&gt;This is the new address:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.tyronesdumpsite.wordpress.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neng and Kai Ling influenced me and I was thinking I need something fresh, so why not give it a try. Bye bye blogspot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-5152149265044231068?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5152149265044231068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=5152149265044231068&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/5152149265044231068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/5152149265044231068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2008/05/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-1303624249173908397</id><published>2008-04-28T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:44:00.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating</title><content type='html'>I'm thinking whether or not i should make this blog private, as in only invited readers will be able to view my blog. I feel uncomfortable writing certain posts for the public. Well, should I or shoud I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a personal statement:&lt;br /&gt;It's not about the award or recognition but the appreciation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-1303624249173908397?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1303624249173908397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=1303624249173908397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1303624249173908397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1303624249173908397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2008/04/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-1294635965909429374</id><published>2008-04-13T18:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:54:57.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore muscles and crushed egos</title><content type='html'>Chong Yen called me two weeks back asking me whether I would like to join an event similar to The Amazing Race but it's a smaller scaled one. I jumped into it as I have always dreamt about entering such races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually The Adventurace 2008 organized by Sky Adventure Club of Taylors College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So three of us, Hao Long, Chong Yen and I joined without having any clue what is in stored for us. Before joining, we have a problem. We needed a group photo and three of us gathered together with Ke-Li and Kylye to get a good picture. We took 64 shots and came out with 62 bad shots, 1 okay shot and 1 good shot. We were actually very embarrassed to take pictures in AEON shopping centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the okay shot. Chong Yen looks like an ape here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/SAHdXBruT2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9jvOZe2V3RQ/s1600-h/P4080315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/SAHdXBruT2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9jvOZe2V3RQ/s400/P4080315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188671633366077282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one photo which is okay and can be sent to the organizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/SAHdnxruT3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/1Ku9N1ABpK0/s1600-h/P4080309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/SAHdnxruT3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/1Ku9N1ABpK0/s400/P4080309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188671921128886130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a two day one night cross-state event. At first, we didn't know where we were supposed to go but we predicted it to be somewhere in the neighbouring state like Melaka or Seremban. True enough, the event was in Melaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy during the race. Everything was so fast paced and of course, our leg muscles were the victims. I couldn't take any photos during the race and our phones were kept by the organizers. When we reached the pit-stop on day 1, we were 9th; a disappointing result. We practically gave up hope on day 2 as we were too far back.&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to bore you with the details of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the event was fun. I have to take my hat off for the organizers for organizing such a huge event. Oh yeah, we had a all sponsored buffet dinner over at Michelangelo's Italian Kitchen. Not bad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Ke-Li's group won the race. (Ke-Li is Chong Yen's girlfriend) Her group is made up by 2 girls and a guy while my group has 3 guys. How embarrassing for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/SAHiOxruT4I/AAAAAAAAALA/-VWOkLxe7lc/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/SAHiOxruT4I/AAAAAAAAALA/-VWOkLxe7lc/s400/DSC00505.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188676989190295426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/SAHifRruT5I/AAAAAAAAALI/0-E0wPP1kPE/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/SAHifRruT5I/AAAAAAAAALI/0-E0wPP1kPE/s400/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188677272658136978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hao Long, Gunner (our guide) and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something interesting. We were given a brain teaser during the race. We could obtain the Fast Forward if we answered the question correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given these numbers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0    1    2    3    4    5    6    7    8    9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By only using them once, fill in the blanks to satisfy the equation without using a calculator. (This follows the Mathematical rule: Multiplication and division should be done first.)&lt;br /&gt;(0 has a meaning. It may not be used as '03'. I.E. : 10 or 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 __ __ x __ __ - __ __ /__ __ + __ __ = 1000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-1294635965909429374?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1294635965909429374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=1294635965909429374&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1294635965909429374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1294635965909429374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2008/04/sore-muscles-and-crushed-egos.html' title='Sore muscles and crushed egos'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/SAHdXBruT2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/9jvOZe2V3RQ/s72-c/P4080315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-6434668410419059356</id><published>2008-04-05T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T11:17:49.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buckcherry - Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OhVwUPK6cY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8OhVwUPK6cY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I had alot to say&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking on my time away&lt;br /&gt;I missed you and things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I think I'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;It's harder to get through the days&lt;br /&gt;We get older and blame turns to shame&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything inside it never comes out right&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you cry it makes me wanna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day I think about how we came all this way&lt;br /&gt;The sleepless nights and the tears you cried&lt;br /&gt;It's never too late to make it right&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry you're blue&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about all the things I said to you&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can't take it back&lt;br /&gt;I love how you kiss, I love all your sounds&lt;br /&gt;And baby the way you make my world go 'round&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanted to say I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry baby, Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-6434668410419059356?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6434668410419059356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=6434668410419059356&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6434668410419059356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6434668410419059356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2008/04/buckcherry-sorry.html' title='Buckcherry - Sorry'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-2749858543560729272</id><published>2008-04-02T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:05:26.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of Evolution</title><content type='html'>Those who took advance Biology would have studied the Theory of Evolution as postulated by Charles Darwin. I find this topic extremely intriguing as I thought about my conversation I had with David on this particular topic back in our Form 5 year. Theory of Evolution suggest that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homo Sapien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;evolved from apes, which means, this dude below was your ancestor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R_N9G9hTKVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cLVB7GfyKm8/s1600-h/KAKAKAKAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R_N9G9hTKVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cLVB7GfyKm8/s400/KAKAKAKAA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184625154580490578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution occurs slowly over thousands of years due to natural selection, genetic drift, speciation etc. Over the years, organisms evolved to adapt to their surroundings. In the wild, the rule is simple; it's the survival of the fittest. The weak ones lose out and will eventually die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example, male antelopes have to establish their dominance to have the right to mate. Thus, the males have to fight it out to prove that the strongest one is the dominant male. Only the fittest and strongest of all would prevail. This dominant male would "enjoy" the process and will pass down its genetic information to its offspring. Thus, the offspring will inherit the best gene from their father and to ensure the survival of the species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R_N-s9hTKWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ihjM38qRO7E/s1600-h/kakakakakak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R_N-s9hTKWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ihjM38qRO7E/s400/kakakakakak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184626906927147362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find the conversation I had with David ridiculously funny. We have totally different opinions about how human came by. I am a man of science whereas David is a man of God. I find the Theory of Evolution acceptable but to David, it's nonsense. He brought up an example of a mobile phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David : Who created handphones?&lt;br /&gt;Me    : *smacks forehead. Humans lah!&lt;br /&gt;David : See! Handphones did not just evolve from nowhere and turn into one. Humans created it. Humans must be created by someone, and the person is God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get his point but his example was a bad one. We continued arguing for the rest of our free period and finally came out with nothing. I do enjoy argumentative conversations like this, occasionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have mentioned, evolution is a very slow process and it takes thousands of years. I have been observing a little and I can see evolution in us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure all of you would have mentioned that kids nowadays are getting smarter and smarter. Well, of course, they are also getting lazier and lazier. My cousins, as young as 7 year olds already have the knowledge to use mobile phones, digital cameras, computer and some even know how to chat through the MSN. Just think about it, when did you start using the internet? 12 maybe? And do you remember ICQ? Haha. Those were the days. These kids need to have the knowledge in information technology in order to survive in the future. Thus, they are groomed to be used to all this since they are young. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R_OC5thTKXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oZQOUCZqM60/s1600-h/kakakakakkakaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R_OC5thTKXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/oZQOUCZqM60/s400/kakakakakkakaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184631524016990578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may argue that they are good because they are exposed to all these stuff since they were young. But, could this be a sign that evolution is taking place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-2749858543560729272?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2749858543560729272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=2749858543560729272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/2749858543560729272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/2749858543560729272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2008/04/theory-of-evolution.html' title='Theory of Evolution'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R_N9G9hTKVI/AAAAAAAAAKY/cLVB7GfyKm8/s72-c/KAKAKAKAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-1617778887150820725</id><published>2008-03-25T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:19:33.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>I thought I would have stopped blogging for good, but somehow, I have decided not to. Previously, I followed the trend. Blogging seems to be the way to go and well, I would like to try it out. Blogging needs a certain commitment to it. But to some, blogging comes naturally as they are able to express their feelings, ideas and thoughts very well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, why am I back here blogging? It's simple. I would like to improve my writing skills. I do not have the ability to write beautiful essays with 1001 different vocabulary. I would not be able to achieve that even if I learn it for the next 100 years. I was not born a writer and never will be one. I do get jealous when I read essays by Neng and Kai Ling. Both seem to have the natural ability and the sentences which they construct have different patterns and characters to it. They are able to express their feelings vividly through writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, Neng, I NEED HELP WITH MY PERSONAL STATEMENT!!! It's a disaster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-1617778887150820725?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1617778887150820725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=1617778887150820725&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1617778887150820725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1617778887150820725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2008/03/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-1331030355645731689</id><published>2008-03-20T16:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:26:30.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This may be a possible comeback</title><content type='html'>It has been ages! I believe I have lost almost all of my readers. People do get pissed off by coming back numerous times and see the same thing again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally! I have completed the "toughest" and most enduring pre-U course in Malaysia; STPM. *I'm trying to exaggerate it here. Form 6 is pretty alright except for a few hiccups here and there. Overall, it was a one and a half years well spent there; all because of the results. But now, it is the anxious wait for university application results. *shudders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afew photos to share what I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-Ig-NhTKRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CfQHsv_mpJI/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-Ig-NhTKRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CfQHsv_mpJI/s400/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179738774582798610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangkor Island - My last school trip EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IhV9hTKSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qBakkIsERrk/s1600-h/Beijing+%2708+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IhV9hTKSI/AAAAAAAAAKA/qBakkIsERrk/s400/Beijing+%2708+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179739182604691746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-Is4NhTKTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jEQG7A36mwE/s1600-h/Beijing+%2708+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-Is4NhTKTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/jEQG7A36mwE/s400/Beijing+%2708+143.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179751865643116850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-ItkNhTKUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SK4FEKospGc/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-ItkNhTKUI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SK4FEKospGc/s400/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179752621557360962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-1331030355645731689?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1331030355645731689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=1331030355645731689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1331030355645731689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1331030355645731689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-may-be-possible-comeback.html' title='This may be a possible comeback'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-Ig-NhTKRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/CfQHsv_mpJI/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-2524229500778790036</id><published>2007-08-18T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:57:04.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction</title><content type='html'>In December last year, the KPA container in my school was burnt by some idiots who couldn't find fun in other things. Well, the pictures to remind you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb098HNPGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lfAg53leT8M/s1600-h/IMAGE_303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb098HNPGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lfAg53leT8M/s400/IMAGE_303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100032972989217890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb1SsHNPHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zlDkASCEwGI/s1600-h/IMAGE_305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb1SsHNPHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/zlDkASCEwGI/s400/IMAGE_305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100033329471503474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb1mcHNPII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Um-ND8qevEY/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb1mcHNPII/AAAAAAAAAIg/Um-ND8qevEY/s400/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100033668773919874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down the old one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the members of the club have worked their asses off this year to gain funds to buy a new one. And yes! We finally bought a new one, newly decorated and totally cool. It was launched last Friday by a representative from the MNS (Malaysian Nature Society) and the school principal. What a relieve and satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb14cHNPJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/olJXHvgnPG0/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb14cHNPJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/olJXHvgnPG0/s400/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100033978011565202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design thanks to Jonathan and Sern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb2aMHNPKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0KieybxzUTY/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb2aMHNPKI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0KieybxzUTY/s400/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100034557832150178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb3CMHNPMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NeGuNHS7fvA/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb3CMHNPMI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NeGuNHS7fvA/s400/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100035245026917570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb438HNPNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4u5S_aQhQEw/s1600-h/IMGP2541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb438HNPNI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4u5S_aQhQEw/s400/IMGP2541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100037267956514002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perasmian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new container is just one of the many projects done by the club this year. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of the club, the committed members and the achievements. Pure satisfaction. All thanks to the teacher advisors and members. Great year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb5jsHNPOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ugfjyngmlW8/s1600-h/club+pic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb5jsHNPOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ugfjyngmlW8/s400/club+pic1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100038019575790818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb6DMHNPPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/inhZBpcdIWU/s1600-h/club+pic+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb6DMHNPPI/AAAAAAAAAJY/inhZBpcdIWU/s400/club+pic+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100038560741670130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-2524229500778790036?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2524229500778790036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=2524229500778790036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/2524229500778790036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/2524229500778790036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/08/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rsb098HNPGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/lfAg53leT8M/s72-c/IMAGE_303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-7202252864687298405</id><published>2007-08-14T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T21:38:28.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job badly done</title><content type='html'>I have another week or so before I retire from being the HP and club president. I have taken too much pride for what I've done; well, I don't think I've done much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I'm involved in, the more mistakes I've done and more people dislike me. About the post that I've deleted, I'm sorry. It was an emotional post out of what happened that day. It was meant for 2 people which one of them I thought was true. I don't know. Might have misunderstanding there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many insults, negative comments and remarks. I guess, I was bad. That's why I get all those. Well, I'm retiring, so I should not be bothered but I can't. Whole year of job badly done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-7202252864687298405?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/7202252864687298405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=7202252864687298405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/7202252864687298405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/7202252864687298405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/08/job-badly-done.html' title='Job badly done'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-4850477978987023203</id><published>2007-06-13T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T21:58:39.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>After so so so long! I didn't have the mood to blog for quite some time already. Almost everyone is losing the mood to blog except for the consistent &lt;a href="http://averdim.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Averdim&lt;/a&gt;. Suddenly, I just had the mood to blog a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STPM life is getting kinda out of control. I don't know how to say it. A lot of things just happen and problems and events just don't stop coming. Well, well, all these just make life more interesting, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only compulsory subject for STPM is Pengajian Am (General Paper) and one of the questions include drawing graphs, pie charts etc. We need to colour the graphs, and sometimes, it makes me feel like I'm back in my childhood years. Chong Yen seems to enjoy the process too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_1RYSpjwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3f0t1xSUP0o/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_1RYSpjwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3f0t1xSUP0o/s400/DSC00133.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075544983997091586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_11oSpjxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eTuh6lTc7IQ/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_11oSpjxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/eTuh6lTc7IQ/s400/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075545606767349522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate colouring, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the previous school holidays, the Nature Society organised another trip, this time to Taiping and Gua Tempurung. The trip was pretty cool. We missed the hot spring though cause of rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_2mISpjyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5umHJqkZ0DU/s1600-h/P5260401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_2mISpjyI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5umHJqkZ0DU/s400/P5260401.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075546439991004962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_274SpjzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZPV3fi1PgW8/s1600-h/P5260286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_274SpjzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ZPV3fi1PgW8/s400/P5260286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075546813653159730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_3dYSpj0I/AAAAAAAAAII/xI59lHpqfmw/s1600-h/P5260189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_3dYSpj0I/AAAAAAAAAII/xI59lHpqfmw/s400/P5260189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075547389178777410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More things to come and the "most" looked forward to -STPM! &lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Take care, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-4850477978987023203?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/4850477978987023203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=4850477978987023203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/4850477978987023203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/4850477978987023203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rm_1RYSpjwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3f0t1xSUP0o/s72-c/DSC00133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-6679249078580948603</id><published>2007-05-03T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T21:45:08.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An angel lost...</title><content type='html'>I really couldn't tell my mood for the past few days. It's like a crazy roller-coaster ride which felt like forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost a friend who at one point of my life, I would say quite close. I am no good when it comes to words. I don't know. Anyways, I got this from Alvin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RjnjeD1jsmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TE_rGiu6Tmc/s1600-h/Reshween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RjnjeD1jsmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TE_rGiu6Tmc/s400/Reshween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060325761892987490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://gummy-boy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gummy Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was walking to school from my car, I felt that we take a lot of things for granted. We need to appreciate life more, appreciate the people around us, everything! We wouldn't know the lost until it is gone, just like Reshween. She's gone forever. She's the first close friend that I've lost and I've never felt such a great lost before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood on the grounds of ACS, looking at the fellow ACSians and deep in me, I felt a great lost. I wonder if the students, teachers, everyone appreciate the things they have, their parents, their friends. Most of you wouldn't understand what it is that I want to tell. I can't tell it for myself anyways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I would appreciate the people around us more, especially my bunch of great friends. I love you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for Jagdeep, I'm dead worried about him. I wish I could be there to support him throughout his recovery. Be strong, Jay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a lousy post. Go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gummy-boy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gummy Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://averdim.blogdrive.com/"&gt;AverDim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-6679249078580948603?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6679249078580948603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=6679249078580948603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6679249078580948603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6679249078580948603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/05/angel-lost.html' title='An angel lost...'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RjnjeD1jsmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/TE_rGiu6Tmc/s72-c/Reshween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-6076627077247010579</id><published>2007-04-22T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T00:16:15.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Aid</title><content type='html'>Charity concert and all proceeds go to Malaysian Aids Foundation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date : 04/05/2007 (Friday)&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Klang Executive Club (KEC)&lt;br /&gt;Time : 7.00 p.m. - 9.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Ticket price : RM 20.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rio3Ahc4WwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lOIXom1TdfU/s1600-h/new-musicaid-jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rio3Ahc4WwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lOIXom1TdfU/s400/new-musicaid-jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055914013795834626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little of the details. It is organized by my fellow friends and I'm just helping them out with whatever I can. I don't know how I got into this event, but Michael is putting me as the co-organizer. haha. Well, spread the word alrite people. Just let me know if you need the flyers. Tickets priced at RM 20 each. Pretty cheap for charity. Spend your Friday night there and have fun! Contact me for the tickets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-6076627077247010579?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6076627077247010579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=6076627077247010579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6076627077247010579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6076627077247010579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/04/music-aid.html' title='Music Aid'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rio3Ahc4WwI/AAAAAAAAAHY/lOIXom1TdfU/s72-c/new-musicaid-jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-6400678961766992586</id><published>2007-04-08T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:20:33.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation and volleyball tourney</title><content type='html'>I just realised that I will not be able to donate blood on the 15th of this month. My volleyball tournament will be starting this coming Friday and will go on until the following week. So, I won't be able to donate. Shall wait for another chance then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if any of you would like to support the ACS team, just contact me to ask for the details. Especially ex-ACSians, do support ACS team! Give your support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-6400678961766992586?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6400678961766992586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=6400678961766992586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6400678961766992586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6400678961766992586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/04/blood-donation-and-volleyball-tourney.html' title='Blood Donation and volleyball tourney'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-8410472140049148122</id><published>2007-04-05T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T19:37:42.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suprise suprise....</title><content type='html'>I have never been so involved in the Sport's Day events until I'm in Form 6. The yellow house teacher advisor has been really supportive to all the members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, it is because of her that I've joined a few events. And, I'm really surprised with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lompat Kijang - Gold, (9.58 m)&lt;br /&gt;2. Long jump - Silver (5.02 m)&lt;br /&gt;3. High Jump - Silver (1.5 m)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results may seem mediocre but it's a personal achievement. I still have 4x400 m on Sport's Day on the 20/4/2007. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the way back from school today after the high jump, I drove with my shoes on top of my car. I only remembered about it after a few people honked at me. *sweat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-8410472140049148122?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/8410472140049148122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=8410472140049148122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/8410472140049148122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/8410472140049148122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/04/suprise-suprise.html' title='Suprise suprise....'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-194562334071638671</id><published>2007-03-28T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:47:39.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playboy</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how the words of someone could change perspective of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the definition of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Playboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;play·boy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈpleɪˌbɔɪ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man who pursues a life of pleasure without responsibility or attachments, esp. one who is of comfortable means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling really fucked up right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-194562334071638671?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/194562334071638671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=194562334071638671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/194562334071638671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/194562334071638671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/03/playboy.html' title='Playboy'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-2229707349479690611</id><published>2007-03-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:06:05.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse - Simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18px;"&gt;catch your breath&lt;br /&gt;hit the wall&lt;br /&gt;scream out loud&lt;br /&gt;as you start to crawl&lt;br /&gt;back in your cage&lt;br /&gt;the only place&lt;br /&gt;where they will&lt;br /&gt;leave you alone&lt;br /&gt;cause the weak will seek the weaker till they've broken them&lt;br /&gt;could you get it back again&lt;br /&gt;would it be the same&lt;br /&gt;fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense&lt;br /&gt;left you with no defense&lt;br /&gt;they tore it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have felt the same&lt;br /&gt;as you I've felt the same&lt;br /&gt;as you I've felt the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locked inside&lt;br /&gt;the only place&lt;br /&gt;where you feel sheltered&lt;br /&gt;where you feel safe&lt;br /&gt;you lost yourself&lt;br /&gt;in your search to find&lt;br /&gt;something else to hide behind&lt;br /&gt;cause the fearful always preyed upon your confidence&lt;br /&gt;didn't they see the consequence&lt;br /&gt;they pushed you around&lt;br /&gt;the arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones&lt;br /&gt;breaking them till they've become&lt;br /&gt;just another crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have felt the same&lt;br /&gt;as you I've felt the same&lt;br /&gt;as you I've felt the same&lt;br /&gt;as you I've felt the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refuse to feel&lt;br /&gt;anything at all&lt;br /&gt;refuse to slip&lt;br /&gt;refuse to fall&lt;br /&gt;can't be weak&lt;br /&gt;can't stand still&lt;br /&gt;watch your back&lt;br /&gt;cause no one will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know why they had to go this far&lt;br /&gt;traded your worth for these scars&lt;br /&gt;for your only company&lt;br /&gt;and don't believe the lies that they have told to you&lt;br /&gt;not one word was true&lt;br /&gt;you're alright&lt;br /&gt;you're alright&lt;br /&gt;you're alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have felt the same&lt;br /&gt;as you I've felt the same&lt;br /&gt;as you I've felt the same&lt;br /&gt;as you I've felt the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-2229707349479690611?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2229707349479690611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=2229707349479690611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/2229707349479690611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/2229707349479690611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/03/lifehouse-simon.html' title='Lifehouse - Simon'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-8059004003293927908</id><published>2007-03-24T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T21:01:57.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Donation</title><content type='html'>Details on the blood donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place    : Cheng Foh Chong Buddhist Temple, Taman Chi Liung&lt;br /&gt;Date     : 15 April 2007 (Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;Time    : 9.00 a.m. to 3.00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organizers need at least 50 pints of blood and they are for the Klang General Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;If there are any enquiries, please do not hesitate to call Mr Chew (019-2226394)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hey Neng, I know you'll be interested. Let me know what time you'll be going k.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-8059004003293927908?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/8059004003293927908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=8059004003293927908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/8059004003293927908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/8059004003293927908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/03/blood-donation.html' title='Blood Donation'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-270515854126345845</id><published>2007-03-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T22:10:31.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malay</title><content type='html'>I was thinking of what to write in the Head Prefect's column for the school magazine and nothing seems to come out. I'm doing it in malay as my english is a damn shit compared to everyone else's. According to Neng, BM is my thing; which in actual fact, it was apparently my thing. I dug back my old files and found the essays I wrote last time for competitions. And I was like, wat the? Did I really write that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keluargaku, keluarga bahagia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pemikiranku melayang kembali kepada detik-detik kenaifan dalam hidup yang dipenuhi dengan keinsafan ini. Alangkah bersyukurnya saya dikurniakan dengan teman-teman hidup yang telah menemani saya sepanjang 16 tahun selama ini. Dalam kotak minda kebanyakan orang, teman hidup sering dikaitkan dengan rakan karib mahupun pasangan masing-masing. Namun begitu, perspektif tersebut haruslah diubah kepada konteks yang lebih luas, iaitu teman-teman hidup yang bermaksud, keluarga kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Memori saya ini kembali kepada alam remaja. Memanglah tidak dapat dinafikan bahawa dalam tempoh ini, kelompok yang baru melangkau perubahan ini mudah dipengaruhi oleh unsur-unsur persekitaran, seperti idea-idea baru yang disampaikan serta pengaruh rakan-rakan yang digauli oleh mereka. Dengan perubahan yang mendadak dari segi pemikiran saya, saya telah mempelajari banyak perkara baru sehinggalah melupakan asas kepada hidup saya, iaitu keluarga. Berdasarkan tanggapan saya, kawan-kawan saya adalah amat penting dan harus dihargai. Dalam segala hal yang dilakukan, saya telah memberikan prioriti kepada kawan-kawan sehingga mengabaikan keluarga saya. Keadaan ini telah berterusan sehinggalah saya telah disedarkan dengan kata-kata yang penuh bermakna seorang guru yang memberi ceramah ketika menyertai satu kem. “Ingatlah kedua-dua ibu bapa kamu, ingatlah pengorbanan mereka dalam membina segala yang ada pada diri kamu. Adakah kamu telah lakukan sesuatu untuk membalas budi mereka? Renunglah kembali perlakuan kamu selama ini…”. Rasa bersalah menyelubungi diri saya ketika itu, hiba dan rasa terharu apabila memikirkan ibu bapa yang telah bekerja keras selama 19 tahun ini untuk membesarkan abang dan saya. Egoku sebagai seorang lelaki cair kepada emosi yang meruntun seketul darah yang bernama hati. Tanpa disedari, air mata telah mulai bergenang pada mata saya. Bersama dengan pelbagai persoalan yang bermain dalam benak, saya telah berbisik dalam hati dengan penuh tekad, “ saya akan memastikan segala yang dilakukan oleh ibu bapa saya adalah memadai dan saya akan melakukan apa yang terdaya untuk memberi mereka kebahagiaan dan membalas budi mereka.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Selama ini, saya tidak menyedari motif tindakan ibu saya dalam memastikan kami sekeluarga menghabiskan hari Ahad bersama-sama. Sebelum ini, saya menyangkakan bahawa ibu saya ingin mengawal tindakan abang dan saya dengan memastikan kami dua beradik sentiasa menemani ibu bapa saya untuk bersiar-siar. Pemikiran saya yang lebih matang telah membolehkan saya memahami bahawa ibu saya inginkan kami sekeluarga menghabiskan masa keluarga kami dengan berkualiti untuk memastikan hubungan erat keluarga kami sentiasa terjalin. Masa yang terluang dengan gembiranya dengan keluarga merupakan saat-saat yang amat berharga. Pernah sekali, kami sekeluarga telah duduk dan bersembang mengenai perkara-perkara seharian. Ketika itu, dengan tiba-tiba, saya merasai sesuatu pengalaman atau perasaan yang aneh dan mendalam, seolah-olah kebahagiaan bercampur-aduk dengan kegembiraan yang tidak pernah saya alami ketika bersama dengan rakan-rakan saya. Kata-kata guru tempoh hari menjadi kenyataan dan perasaan yang unik ini merupakan titik perubahan pandangan saya terhadap keluarga saya. Segala teguran dan ajaran yang diterima daripada ahli keluarga akan kujadikan pedoman hidupku yang masih panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Perkataan bahagia yang didefinisikan sebagai suasana senang dan aman damai serta gembira. Keluarga bahagia sememangnya merupakan sesuatu yang ingin dicapai oleh semua orang. Namun begitu, bagaimanakah sesebuah keluarga itu boleh dikategorikan sebagai sebuah keluarga sakinah dan apakah yang boleh dilakukan untuk mencapai objektif tersebut? Persoalan ini amat sukar dijawab dengan tepat disebabkan kepelbagaian perspektif yang diberi. Suatu suasana yang aman dan gembira boleh dicapai dengan mudahnya jikalau wujud persefahaman di kalangan ahli keluarga. Namun begitu, disebabkan wujudnya personaliti yang berbeza dalam individu yang berlainan, pandangan seseorang itu mungkin bercanggah dengan orang lain. Di sinilah sikap toleransi memainkan peranan yang penting untuk memastikan perselisihan faham tidak berlaku. Ibu bapa saya sering berbincang dengan abang dan saya apabila wujudnya sebarang masalah. Ketika perbincangan, kami bertukar-tukar pendapat dan apabila timbulnya perbezaan pendapat, kami bertolak-ansur sesama sendiri dan mencari jalan penyelesaian yang paling sesuai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sikap toleransi dalam sesebuah keluarga itu sememangnya tidak cukup untuk mewujudkan sebuah keluarga bahagia. Saya telah mengetahui tentang hakikat bahawa kesemua ahli keluarga hendaklah meluangkan masa untuk bergaul sesama sendiri untuk memahami dengan lebih mendalam lagi. Walau bagaimanapun, kita haruslah sedar bahawa jumlah masa yang diluangkan itu adalah tidak penting tetapi kualiti masa yang dipenuhi. Dalam masa yang terhad untuk bermesra disebabkan oleh kesibukan hidup seharian, sesebuah keluarga itu hendaklah memastikan bahawa masa yang dihabiskan itu adalah berkualiti, iaitu dengan melakukan aktiviti yang mudah tetapi dapat mengeratkan hubungan. Pandangan saya ini dipengaruhi oleh ibu saya yang menekankan supaya kami sekeluarga patut keluar bersiar-siar pada hari tertentu untuk memastikan kami dapat sentiasa berhubung sesama sendiri dengan efektif. Semasa bergaul dengan ahli-ahli keluarga, kita secara tidak langsung akan mempelajari cara bersosial yang amat penting dan nilai-nilai serta adab sopan boleh ditanamkan dalam jiwa seseorang anak. Masalah anak-anak bertengkar dengan ibu bapa dapat dielakkan disebabkan oleh pergaulan yang positif dalam keluarga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; “Saya akan membelikan sebuah banglo besar dan kereta mewah untuk ibu bapa saya apabila saya berjaya kelak,” begitulah angan-angan saya ketika berumur 10 tahun tentang cara saya ingin membalas budi kedua-dua ibu bapa saya. Seiringan dengan peningkatan umur, kematangan dan kekerapan perbincangan dengan ibu bapa saya, saya telah menyedari angan-angan saya tidak menepati erti sebenar cara membalas jasa ibu bapa. Mereka hanya ingin melihat kami berjaya dalam hidup dan menjadi seorang insan yang beretika baik dan berguna kepada masyarakat. Itulah balasan terbaik yang mungkin untuk kesemua ibu bapa di dunia ini. Sebagai seorang anak, kita haruslah sedar akan peranan yang perlu dimainkan oleh anak-anak dan bukannya bergantung kepada ibu bapa semata-mata. Oleh itu, kita haruslah menghindari sebarang gejala negatif dan seterusnya berusaha dalam bidang masing-masing dan mencapai sesuatu kejayaan yang boleh dibanggakan oleh ibu bapa. Mereka akan berasa puas dengan segala yang dilakukan oleh mereka selama ini. Tentulah hati mereka akan berbunga dengan perasaan gembira yang tidak terhingga. Di sini, kebahagiaan kedua-dua ibu bapa dapat dicapai dalam jangka masa panjang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Adakah saya telah berusaha untuk mencapai tujuan saya bagi memastikan keluarga saya merupakan sebuah keluarga bahagia? Soalan ini sering kali timbul dalam minda saya. Kini, saya sedar usaha saya seorang diri memanglah tidak mencukupi untuk mencapai objektif saya. Penglibatan kesemua ahli keluarga diperlukan. Hidup sesebuah keluarga hendaklah bagai aur dengan tebing dan segala tanggungjawab hendaklah dipikul bersama. Keluarga yang bahagia boleh menjadi inspirasi kepada anak-anak mahupun ibu bapa untuk mencapai kejayaan yang lebih tinggi lagi. Memikirkan kembali kesilapan saya sebelum memahami erti kata sebenar kebahagiaan amatlah menyedihkan. Akan tetapi, keadaan ini telah berubah. Dengan sepenuh usaha yang ikhlas, saya mahu memastikan teman-teman hidupku sentiasa kompak dan meniti ke arah keluarga bahagia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-270515854126345845?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/270515854126345845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=270515854126345845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/270515854126345845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/270515854126345845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/03/malay.html' title='Malay'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-8448984012969297456</id><published>2007-03-13T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:06:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (ENTJ)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is energetic, romantic, optimistic, and brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 3% of all women and 5% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Extroverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-8448984012969297456?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/8448984012969297456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=8448984012969297456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/8448984012969297456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/8448984012969297456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/03/personality.html' title='Personality'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-4829464084160048729</id><published>2007-03-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T21:35:05.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How weird can one be?</title><content type='html'>Each player of this game starts out by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. After you do that, leave them each a comment letting them know you tagged them and to read your blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When I something at hand to do, I will feel restless until I've gotten it done; even if it is a project that takes up a few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I laugh at and crack the stupid-est joke anyone can think of when I'm with a bunch of friends. My friends and I got stares from the people around us, but heck, we couldn't be bothered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I care about people's perception so much that a tiny bitsy comment about me would be in my mind for days. Well, it is my greatest weakness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I feel that straights are alright, bisexuals are hot and lesbians are the hottest. (Female only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I could be having the best mood ever but if anything that doesn't please me happens, I can have a mood swing in a split of a second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I smile to myself lik a so hai while reading certain things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My victims are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. David Prince&lt;br /&gt;2. Michelle Kwa&lt;br /&gt;3. Chin Hun&lt;br /&gt;4. Yee Lin&lt;br /&gt;5. Cheng Chee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-4829464084160048729?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/4829464084160048729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=4829464084160048729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/4829464084160048729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/4829464084160048729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-weird-can-one-be.html' title='How weird can one be?'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-4683424313235124629</id><published>2007-02-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:37:02.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not know myself... anymore...</title><content type='html'>*This is a pointless post. Just to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to judge myself and realised, hey, I'm not good. I'm not the one that I thought I was. It is sad thing to realise this after so long when I've done a lot to improve myself. Sometimes the things around me happen so fast until I lose control of the situation around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even recognise myself anymore. Who is Khoo Hau Wei? I do not know. I do not know who I am, how I behave and I believe I've lost my identity. I REALLY DO NOT KNOW MYSELF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was rough. I was confident that I could take it. Overconfident. I lost the grip for the past few days and I practically do things without knowing what I am actually doing. Leshvind told me that I've changed this year. I'm longer the Hau Wei he knew. One thing that hit me hard was that he mentioned that the things that I do, no longer have the Hau Wei's touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an aggressive person. So aggressive that some of my colleagues are not used to my style. I'm bad in managing my time, myself and everything around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Koh told me twice that I've lost touch with my work this year alone. I know I did. I screwed my compulsory practicals. I made stupid mistakes and do not realise them. Mr. Mong asked me three times already, whether I'm alright. He could see that I'm really stressed out and he gave some pointers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worse, Mrs. Koh told me that she's disappointed with my work. I really do not know what to answer sometimes when she tell me things like that. I know she cares and I care too. I do not want to disappoint her but I do now know what's happening to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only times I get to de-stress nowadays is just by hanging out with friends and laugh at whatever jokes we crack. I laugh loud just to ensure I get all the unwanted stuff out of my mind. I say things that I do not mean to and sometimes, hurting people. I apologize for it but I know, apology may not be accepted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm in class, I envy those who could sit down, relaxed and pay attention to a particular thing. I can't do that. I find it hard to concentrate to one thing when there are still so many things in my mind. Sometimes I feel I'm the one who ask for all the trouble. I think that I'm Mr. Do-it-all. I need to realise that I am an ordinary person, not superman who could do everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really apologize for managing the prefectorial board and KPA badly. Give me some time to pick myself back up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to know who I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-4683424313235124629?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/4683424313235124629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=4683424313235124629&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/4683424313235124629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/4683424313235124629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-do-not-know-myself-anymore.html' title='I do not know myself... anymore...'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-1304089906235268509</id><published>2007-02-05T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T18:38:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random this and that</title><content type='html'>If you leave a comment on this post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll respond with something random about you&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll challenge you to try something&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you&lt;br /&gt;4. I'll tell you something I like about you&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you&lt;br /&gt;6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of&lt;br /&gt;7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you&lt;br /&gt;8. If I do this for you, you must post this on yours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-1304089906235268509?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1304089906235268509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=1304089906235268509&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1304089906235268509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1304089906235268509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/02/random-this-and-that.html' title='Random this and that'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-2179381939534862656</id><published>2007-01-25T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:33:25.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temper and anticipation</title><content type='html'>My alarm goes off at 6.00 a.m. every morning and I will be thinking, " Must I go to school?" I've never looked forward to going to school this year. This is still the first month. I love Saturdays. Volleyball practice and BB meetings make my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having temper problems since last year once lower 6 began. I don't know why. Maybe I care too much, or some other things have made me this way. I'm just going to learn to not care too much about things around me. If I have ever offended anyone when I'm having mood swings, I'm terribly sorry. This guy here has his PMS too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I got my MUET results the other day. I was pretty much expecting such a result. I knew I didn't do well so I paid for the Mid-year MUET although I haven't gotten my results. Just feel like putting the copy of the results slip. Please don't laugh at my results. I pretty much went deaf and dumb during the test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rbi_WQSZwAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rjADzyyC8_Q/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rbi_WQSZwAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rjADzyyC8_Q/s400/IMG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023975773381967874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, see how would it be for the mid-year MUET. I do not want to resit for the third time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-2179381939534862656?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/2179381939534862656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=2179381939534862656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/2179381939534862656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/2179381939534862656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/01/temper-and-anticipation.html' title='Temper and anticipation'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Rbi_WQSZwAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rjADzyyC8_Q/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-5375860004367868669</id><published>2007-01-14T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:38:19.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>I know you would have heard this for the umpteenth time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME FLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, my parents had a small dinner together with their close friends to celebrate their 25th anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RazgiNPVzZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JfkhJzuTt_U/s1600-h/DSC00697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RazgiNPVzZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JfkhJzuTt_U/s400/DSC00697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020634562885438866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a picture with my brother and somehow remembered about our pictures when we were still small. Damn, how much we have grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Razhn9PVzbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CILWik7MP7I/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Razhn9PVzbI/AAAAAAAAAG0/CILWik7MP7I/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020635761181314482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Razg9tPVzaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c7FwqHBPmuA/s1600-h/DSC00709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/Razg9tPVzaI/AAAAAAAAAGs/c7FwqHBPmuA/s400/DSC00709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020635035331841442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really going to appreciate time now, considering the amount of stuff ahead of everyone of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be 19 this year! I don't want April to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-5375860004367868669?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5375860004367868669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=5375860004367868669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/5375860004367868669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/5375860004367868669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RazgiNPVzZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JfkhJzuTt_U/s72-c/DSC00697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-1757648092893027253</id><published>2007-01-09T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:26:10.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplating</title><content type='html'>I'm actually thinking of closing down Tyrone's Dumpsite. I feel that I can't commit to blogging and update often. I'm still thinking though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 9th of January 2007. Damn. STPM year, sucks. I'm currently getting ready for the hurdles this year, but whether or not I get to go through them, I shall wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 was a mediocre year for me, unlike 2005 which I find to be more colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rascal Flatts - Bless The Broken Road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I set out on a narrow way many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;But you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You've been there you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream led me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m just rollin’ home into my lover's arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-1757648092893027253?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1757648092893027253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=1757648092893027253&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1757648092893027253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1757648092893027253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2007/01/contemplating.html' title='Contemplating'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-4761408503473283787</id><published>2006-12-30T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:11:21.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Gombak</title><content type='html'>Leshvind, Choon Vern, Ivan Yap and I went to somewhere near Batu Caves to get some bugs for our Biology Project. We were supposed to catch the insects. We caught quite a lot but it wasn't enough. There's this place called "Papilion", which we mistook as "Babylon" nearby Batu Caves which sells insects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want to miss the chance to visit Batu Caves. We excitedly went there and regretted the instant we started climbing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVQVsMVW2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/PhphP9AtlkQ/s1600-h/IMAGE_329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVQVsMVW2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/PhphP9AtlkQ/s400/IMAGE_329.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014002093717281634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVQosMVW3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zRLcwBoHa7g/s1600-h/IMAGE_328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVQosMVW3I/AAAAAAAAAFw/zRLcwBoHa7g/s400/IMAGE_328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014002420134796146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Statue was huge, really. It is a beauty and amazing considering it was man-made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started searching for the apparent "Babylon" for a few hours. Drove here and there asking for directions. Then this idiotic moron drove so close to my car, and yeah, his car kissed my Atos' ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVRrsMVW4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kL5hHz7SM64/s1600-h/DSC00069a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVRrsMVW4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/kL5hHz7SM64/s400/DSC00069a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014003571186031490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some scratches and this guy didn't want to pay. He wanted to report and I was like, crazy! Waste my time to report for such a small matter. If any of you see this car, do me a favour. Do anything you like to it, alrite? haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVSf8MVW5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pRnDG6OiuwA/s1600-h/DSC00070a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVSf8MVW5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/pRnDG6OiuwA/s400/DSC00070a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014004468834196370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we found the place after getting some information. Plain waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leshvind showed his childish side in McDonald's that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVZb8MVW6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/bv7NCdrB3f4/s1600-h/IMAGE_331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVZb8MVW6I/AAAAAAAAAGI/bv7NCdrB3f4/s400/IMAGE_331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014012096696114082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-4761408503473283787?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/4761408503473283787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=4761408503473283787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/4761408503473283787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/4761408503473283787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/12/lost-in-gombak.html' title='Lost in Gombak'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RZVQVsMVW2I/AAAAAAAAAFo/PhphP9AtlkQ/s72-c/IMAGE_329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-6652153761395629736</id><published>2006-12-24T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T23:11:47.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taman Negara</title><content type='html'>I got back from Taman Negara on Thursday and I'm only blogging about it now. Didn't have the urge to blog actually. I won't elaborate much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the slide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-95.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=8539797&amp;site=widget-95.slide.com" width="400" height="400" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=8539797&amp;cy=bb&amp;tt=17&amp;at=1&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p1/8539797/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=8539797&amp;cy=bb&amp;tt=17&amp;at=1&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-95.slide.com/p2/8539797/bb_t017_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/13306772-6652153761395629736?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6652153761395629736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=6652153761395629736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6652153761395629736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6652153761395629736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/12/taman-negara.html' title='Taman Negara'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-3216670966468403958</id><published>2006-12-17T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:19:05.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscopes</title><content type='html'>Often, I will flip through Star Two and read the comics and the starscope. It's not like as if I really believe in horoscope. I just read it for fun. However, I won't deny that I find them kind of true sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like today. My horoscope reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a chance you start the day well. After a while, things will start to go downhill, but Aries people are not easily shaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it in the morning during breakfast. It was true. Things didn't go well in the afternoon. Things are not going the way I want it but it can be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that I believe in horoscopes, but is it worth believing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-3216670966468403958?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/3216670966468403958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=3216670966468403958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/3216670966468403958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/3216670966468403958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/12/horoscopes.html' title='Horoscopes'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-8391422609955391439</id><published>2006-12-09T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T20:15:06.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annual Camp</title><content type='html'>Don't bother checking my blog for the next 2 or 3 days cause I'll be in Tapah for the First Klang Annual Camp! It's not like as if I update that often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm so pumped up and excited for this camp. Sure it's going to be fun! Just got the duty list and I'm supposed to be a facilitator, and an advisor for a squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, can't wait. I have yet to pack my stuff. See you guys around and happy holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-8391422609955391439?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/8391422609955391439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=8391422609955391439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/8391422609955391439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/8391422609955391439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/12/annual-camp.html' title='Annual Camp'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-7982314741877904827</id><published>2006-12-07T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T21:39:44.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelvin's 18th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXq8kFqscSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CY7nI1ARFis/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXq8kFqscSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CY7nI1ARFis/s400/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006521263958290722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very good friend, Kelvin Yeoh just turned 18 yesterday, finally! December kid.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had a lil makan to celebrate his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comfy place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg3h1qscCI/AAAAAAAAACc/xag2GXyiLHk/s1600-h/DSC00436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg3h1qscCI/AAAAAAAAACc/xag2GXyiLHk/s400/DSC00436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005812040303669282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Few of the people showing off their food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg3y1qscDI/AAAAAAAAACk/GRrZ4C0c-7A/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg3y1qscDI/AAAAAAAAACk/GRrZ4C0c-7A/s400/DSC00438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005812332361445426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gerard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg3-lqscEI/AAAAAAAAACs/i4qyL7wGBrE/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg3-lqscEI/AAAAAAAAACs/i4qyL7wGBrE/s400/DSC00439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005812534224908354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg4U1qscFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBmIJCXJ07g/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg4U1qscFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/fBmIJCXJ07g/s400/DSC00440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005812916476997714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg7pFqscQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9DOBbjJtFLg/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg7pFqscQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/9DOBbjJtFLg/s400/DSC00441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005816562904232194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hooi Xian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg4k1qscGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_xeJdErzrkM/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg4k1qscGI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_xeJdErzrkM/s400/DSC00444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005813191354904674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelvin and Neng treating the place so much like home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg42FqscHI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjDiryVoLU4/s1600-h/DSC00445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg42FqscHI/AAAAAAAAADE/UjDiryVoLU4/s400/DSC00445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005813487707648114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how excited he was when he saw the cake. See what's written!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg5gVqscII/AAAAAAAAADM/AIeyoqA8Zxk/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg5gVqscII/AAAAAAAAADM/AIeyoqA8Zxk/s400/DSC00451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005814213557121154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday boy gets a kiss from everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg5tVqscJI/AAAAAAAAADU/BzO5kWZLRQs/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg5tVqscJI/AAAAAAAAADU/BzO5kWZLRQs/s400/DSC00456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005814436895420562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg57FqscKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Z-4GEVSH_o8/s1600-h/DSC00457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg57FqscKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Z-4GEVSH_o8/s400/DSC00457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005814673118621858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg6J1qscLI/AAAAAAAAADk/7sa_Q6gB_Ss/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg6J1qscLI/AAAAAAAAADk/7sa_Q6gB_Ss/s400/DSC00458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005814926521692338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg6YVqscMI/AAAAAAAAADs/mwHqdizbzQY/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg6YVqscMI/AAAAAAAAADs/mwHqdizbzQY/s400/DSC00462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005815175629795522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And some make-up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg6nlqscNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nb4WP1qX2FA/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg6nlqscNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nb4WP1qX2FA/s400/DSC00466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005815437622800594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fork lady eating up the cream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg60VqscOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ClsbpUsmw-4/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg60VqscOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ClsbpUsmw-4/s400/DSC00469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005815656666132706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hair-picking time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg7FFqscPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iP3DO4iLrzI/s1600-h/DSC00475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXg7FFqscPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iP3DO4iLrzI/s400/DSC00475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005815944428941554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjfFY1J_g9Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LjfFY1J_g9Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjfFY1J_g9Q"&gt;Kelvin's Birthday Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXq8kFqscSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CY7nI1ARFis/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXq8kFqscSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CY7nI1ARFis/s400/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006521263958290722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole bunch of great friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-7982314741877904827?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/7982314741877904827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=7982314741877904827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/7982314741877904827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/7982314741877904827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/12/kelvins-18th.html' title='Kelvin&apos;s 18th.'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXq8kFqscSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CY7nI1ARFis/s72-c/DSC00453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-5641514887996010043</id><published>2006-12-05T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T21:39:24.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean up Day 1</title><content type='html'>We went back to the container today to do some cleaning up and see what we can do with the partially burnt papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXV0GHcGyDI/AAAAAAAAABs/NvFYxk7jY-s/s1600-h/IMAGE_315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXV0GHcGyDI/AAAAAAAAABs/NvFYxk7jY-s/s400/IMAGE_315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005034209317144626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all wet as the firemen sprayed water on it while distinguishing the fire. We had to spread all the papers and leave them to dry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXV0R3cGyFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7C4ddWLa48/s1600-h/IMAGE_319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXV0R3cGyFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/A7C4ddWLa48/s400/IMAGE_319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005034411180607570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXV0NncGyEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fUoxhSWDTio/s1600-h/IMAGE_317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXV0NncGyEI/AAAAAAAAAB0/fUoxhSWDTio/s400/IMAGE_317.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005034338166163522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The condition of the container now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXV0W3cGyGI/AAAAAAAAACE/c0KHdq_-POE/s1600-h/IMAGE_318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXV0W3cGyGI/AAAAAAAAACE/c0KHdq_-POE/s400/IMAGE_318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005034497079953506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the burnt condition of the papers, we could only sell it at RM 100++ when the actual value that we could get is around RM 300-RM 400. Damn, we really lose a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope everything goes well tomorrow. Whoever that came to help out today, thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-5641514887996010043?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/5641514887996010043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=5641514887996010043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/5641514887996010043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/5641514887996010043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/12/clean-up-day-1.html' title='Clean up Day 1'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXV0GHcGyDI/AAAAAAAAABs/NvFYxk7jY-s/s72-c/IMAGE_315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-3452437866294702230</id><published>2006-12-04T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T22:53:52.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, it took us 3 years!</title><content type='html'>I am so emo right now. I received a call at 3.53 p.m. from Pn. Salwati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn. Salwati: Hau Wei, pergi ke sekolah sekarang. Kantin terbakar! KPA!&lt;br /&gt;*I was really blur. Kantin terbakar and what does that have to do with KPA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was around the school area and went there within 30 seconds. We passed by the container, and dang! Smoke was coming out from the container!&lt;br /&gt;I only had one thing in mind, open the container and distinguish the fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin opened the container and tried to distinguish the fire. The fire was too big though. We couldn't do anything but to wait for the fire truck to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQvqncGx9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ErvYwFGodds/s1600-h/IMAGE_303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQvqncGx9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ErvYwFGodds/s400/IMAGE_303.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004677495103342546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to watch the container on fire right in front of my eyes. It took the club a year to raise funds for it and another two years to repair the container to be in good conditions. I do not know what was running through my head but I know I was damn emo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQv3XcGx-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/09d1Bz93M44/s1600-h/IMAGE_305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQv3XcGx-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/09d1Bz93M44/s400/IMAGE_305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004677714146674658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQwW3cGx_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/PrwB_q3IxjU/s1600-h/IMAGE_307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQwW3cGx_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/PrwB_q3IxjU/s400/IMAGE_307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004678255312553970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQxC3cGyAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9svm5n5lyCU/s1600-h/IMAGE_311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQxC3cGyAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9svm5n5lyCU/s400/IMAGE_311.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004679011226798082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks. The things inside were gone and a lot of the recyclable items were burnt and this have to happened two days before our recycling campaign! &lt;br /&gt;Some people saw a few people walking nearby the container in the afternoon before the fire happened. If it happens that they did it, I really hope karma exist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQzCncGyBI/AAAAAAAAABE/x2OyLeCZwwY/s1600-h/IMAGE_312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQzCncGyBI/AAAAAAAAABE/x2OyLeCZwwY/s400/IMAGE_312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004681205955086354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to work twice as hard for this coming recycling campaign to raise more funds. Most probably we have to get a new container as the structure of the burnt one might not be as strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQz2ncGyCI/AAAAAAAAABM/-vvYUhRGwkk/s1600-h/IMAGE_314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQz2ncGyCI/AAAAAAAAABM/-vvYUhRGwkk/s400/IMAGE_314.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004682099308283938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot mess to clean up. I hope my committee members would be strong and work harder to reach our goals next year. I'm so sorry for people like Yi Ming, Prabhu, Alwin and Siva. All their effort in keeping the container in good condition has gone just like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are free this Wednesday, 6/12/06 at 8 a.m. to 12 p.m. , please come over to help out with our recycling campaign. We are going around to collect recyclable items from the neighbourhood. If you can't make it, at least bring over some recyclable items. &lt;br /&gt;Please inform me earlier if you are coming. We will be meeting at the guard house at 8 a.m this Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-3452437866294702230?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/3452437866294702230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=3452437866294702230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/3452437866294702230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/3452437866294702230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/12/damn-it-took-us-3-years.html' title='Damn, it took us 3 years!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXQvqncGx9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ErvYwFGodds/s72-c/IMAGE_303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-1593353332527396870</id><published>2006-12-02T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:15:14.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I won't be commenting, just in case any of u know that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXGXt3cGx7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aTf4G9z5m40/s1600-h/IMAGE_302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXGXt3cGx7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aTf4G9z5m40/s400/IMAGE_302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003947475217074098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXGYRXcGx8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HmlPD7S_tSY/s1600-h/kok+lick.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXGYRXcGx8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HmlPD7S_tSY/s400/kok+lick.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5003948085102430146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-1593353332527396870?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1593353332527396870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=1593353332527396870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1593353332527396870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1593353332527396870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/RXGXt3cGx7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/aTf4G9z5m40/s72-c/IMAGE_302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-9199500516451649981</id><published>2006-11-25T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T02:56:50.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS Survival Tips</title><content type='html'>De-stress and have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mCwKbUVyHLY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mCwKbUVyHLY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCwKbUVyHLY"&gt;PMS Survival Tips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-9199500516451649981?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/9199500516451649981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=9199500516451649981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/9199500516451649981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/9199500516451649981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/11/pms-survival-tips.html' title='PMS Survival Tips'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-1206362567403245801</id><published>2006-11-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:26:39.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to blog about. Holidays are so random. No plans or whatever for now. I have Maths homework, Biology assignments, PA work and MUET. I just can't wait for December to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/IMAGE_292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/IMAGE_292.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superb parking skills eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/IMAGE_291.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/IMAGE_291.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/DSC00347a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/DSC00347a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how many antennas do you need?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/DSC02429.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/DSC02429.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boon Teck and Sotong. Posers. Put this just to acknowledge the presence of Sotong since he spams my tagboard so often now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/DSC00245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/DSC00245.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fattest caterpillar I've ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/IMAGE_256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/IMAGE_256.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guinness Stout is good for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/IMAGE_090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/IMAGE_090.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang Bobby posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/DSC00287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/DSC00287.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Biology Ecology study area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/DSC00293.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/DSC00293.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kracker, Choon Vern, me, and Yee Ling armed with Phua Chu Kang boots and various equipment in the hunt for some soil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/Picture%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy juniors in BB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/IMAGE_264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/IMAGE_264.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neng should be the ambassador/model for these condoms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/DSC00428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2964/1624/400/DSC00428.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Kracker with his new hairstyle, Su Yun, the camwhore and myself fooling around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, back to homework again.... *walks hesitantly to the study table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-1206362567403245801?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/1206362567403245801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=1206362567403245801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1206362567403245801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/1206362567403245801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/11/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-6386867244088810884</id><published>2006-11-18T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:32:52.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky SMS</title><content type='html'>I HATE getting freaky SMSes.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE it when that idiot tries to play guessing games with me.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE it when that idiot continues to hide his/her/its identity for God knows what reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE it when that idiot continues to waste my blardy money just to reply those nonsense SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested in SMSing someone that I do not know. If you try to play guessing game, go on playing with others but not me! When I do not reply, it means I AM NOT INTERESTED IN MESSAGING YOU! For goodness sake, use your freaking brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, DO NOT GIVE AWAY MY NUMBER UNNECESSARILY WITHOUT ASKING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Taman Negara name tag, I actually found a friend who was wiling to help me design it. I have to say, it was just amazing. I love the design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2964/1624/1600/237488/john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2964/1624/400/122087/john.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Designed by Pek Yee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-6386867244088810884?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/6386867244088810884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=6386867244088810884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6386867244088810884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/6386867244088810884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/11/freaky-sms.html' title='Freaky SMS'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-203689449238751212</id><published>2006-11-14T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T22:32:14.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-destructive</title><content type='html'>I'm just so damn tired but I can't seem to find time to rest. I don't see the reason to rest. Usually, I'll punch the bag at gym just to de-stress. I cannot do that now. I don't even have the urge to punch and I tire easily. Damn.... Am I getting old or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-203689449238751212?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/203689449238751212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=203689449238751212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/203689449238751212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/203689449238751212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/11/self-destructive.html' title='Self-destructive'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116316869460843539</id><published>2006-11-10T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:03.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Tags</title><content type='html'>The Nature Society is having a trip to Taman Negara at the end of this year and we are making name tags. I have a problem here. I'm printing these name tags in black and white. However, I have printed a sample and the drawings and drawings are not clear; quite faint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the drawing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/nsociety.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/nsociety.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drawings + writings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/nametag%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/nametag%202.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is like not clear. Anyone who's an expert in pictures or photos and photoshop, please help me out. Suggestions too. Thanks, guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116316869460843539?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116316869460843539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116316869460843539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116316869460843539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116316869460843539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/11/name-tags.html' title='Name Tags'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116307866268583249</id><published>2006-11-09T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:03.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scanner, please?</title><content type='html'>I'm so in need of a scanner. Well, need to copy some drawings. &lt;br /&gt;So kind souls out there with a scanner, please help me out. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116307866268583249?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116307866268583249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116307866268583249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116307866268583249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116307866268583249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/11/scanner-please.html' title='Scanner, please?'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116299550973730672</id><published>2006-11-08T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:02.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of a Deadman - Santa Monica</title><content type='html'>She fills my bed with gasoline&lt;br /&gt;You think I wouldn't notice&lt;br /&gt;Her mind's made up&lt;br /&gt;Her love is gone&lt;br /&gt;I think someone's trying to show us a sign&lt;br /&gt;That even if we thought it would last&lt;br /&gt;The moment would pass&lt;br /&gt;My bones will break and my heart would give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica&lt;br /&gt;You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the day you told me it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Well every time that you're not next to me&lt;br /&gt;Her mind's made up&lt;br /&gt;The girl is gone&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm forced to see&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm on my way&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it hurts to live today&lt;br /&gt;Oh and she says "Don't you wish you were dead like me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica&lt;br /&gt;You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the day you told me it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted more than this&lt;br /&gt;I needed more than this&lt;br /&gt;I could use of more than this&lt;br /&gt;But it just won't stop&lt;br /&gt;It just won't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed more than this&lt;br /&gt;I wanted more than this&lt;br /&gt;I asked for more than this&lt;br /&gt;But it just won't stop&lt;br /&gt;It just won't go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica&lt;br /&gt;You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the time when you left it all behind&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the day you told me it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica&lt;br /&gt;You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything&lt;br /&gt;And I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I remember the day you told me it's over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116299550973730672?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116299550973730672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116299550973730672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116299550973730672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116299550973730672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/11/theory-of-deadman-santa-monica.html' title='Theory of a Deadman - Santa Monica'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116230824098980984</id><published>2006-10-31T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:02.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's a blog?</title><content type='html'>I have been blogging about a year plus now but I don't really know what it is, really. It's like an online diary with personal entries on how you view your world, your life, etc. I started off blogging about my personal things, but as time passed, I realised that many unknown readers do come to my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel uncomfortable yet satisfied that people do come to my blog, unknown people. But, I wouldn't want to talk about my personal stuff to unknown people, no offence though. Thus, I leave out personal entries. Friends of mine who have been reading my blog since I've started would realise the change. I feel confined whenever I have things to blog but I just couldn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at kennysia.com. It's so much like an online magazine. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Quoted from Kai Ling&lt;/span&gt;. He blogs about things that he sees daily and makes it so interesting. Damn, my life is boring compared to his. I love reading his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neng's blog is one of my favourites. So many mysteries and interesting posts. Haha, superb blog, dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different matter altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm living in a cage nowadays. Suppressed with so many rules and ridiculous things. I need to abide them no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I seem to find something that I want, there will always be a NO-factor there. I end up giving up, move on and forget about it. It sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I haven't been myself lately. I act like I do but I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/Diagonal%20Sand.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/Diagonal%20Sand.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so, so, SO want to go back here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC01194.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC01194.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116230824098980984?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116230824098980984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116230824098980984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116230824098980984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116230824098980984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/whats-blog_31.html' title='What&apos;s a blog?'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116211018055097316</id><published>2006-10-29T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:01.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda fright</title><content type='html'>AaaaCHOOOoooo...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/apT9d22CmS4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/apT9d22CmS4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apT9d22CmS4"&gt;Panda Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116211018055097316?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116211018055097316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116211018055097316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116211018055097316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116211018055097316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/panda-fright.html' title='Panda fright'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116187931876814109</id><published>2006-10-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:01.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many faces of Lisa</title><content type='html'>I just chatted and actually I am still chatting with her. She's full of the funny shite and weird emoticons. Hope she doesn't kill me if she sees this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The many weird faces of Yeap Li Sa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/lisa1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/lisa1.0.jpg" oborder="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/lisa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/lisa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/lisa3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/lisa3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tempted to post a video here, but after getting this message, I think I shouldn't. I wouldn't know what might happen. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/lisa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/lisa4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remember girl, smile smile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116187931876814109?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116187931876814109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116187931876814109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116187931876814109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116187931876814109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/many-faces-of-lisa.html' title='Many faces of Lisa'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116186988456166217</id><published>2006-10-26T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:00.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor's poem</title><content type='html'>*This poem is from a friend, Amor who wants to send a message to certain group of people. Don't ask me who or what Amor wants to do. I'm just doing him a favour by posting this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is I saw, &lt;br /&gt;I still ask myself that same question, &lt;br /&gt;The fury inside never ends in me, &lt;br /&gt;Your nothing but a viral infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words cling to feelings like glue, &lt;br /&gt;Your happiness just makes me sick&lt;br /&gt;You backstab and speak with two faces, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the only one you've kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do just great without you here, &lt;br /&gt;You never helped me anyway, &lt;br /&gt;You're near when it's good for you, &lt;br /&gt;You're a lost dog, ...a stray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a disease I can't seem to rid of, &lt;br /&gt;No matter how many pills I take, &lt;br /&gt;Who needs you, anyway, ? &lt;br /&gt;You're a walking talking ache! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/backstab22.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/backstab22.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Illustration from www.bartcop.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116186988456166217?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116186988456166217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116186988456166217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116186988456166217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116186988456166217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/amors-poem.html' title='Amor&apos;s poem'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116179086606584974</id><published>2006-10-25T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:00.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's 1.56 a.m.</title><content type='html'>This happens to me a lot of times. It's late at night and I couldn't sleep. I want to call someone to talk to, share some stuff but just couldn't think of anyone to call. I know I'll be disturbing the person I call, bla bla... Sucks. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from this pal of mine, Jagdeep about a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagdeep : Hey, tell me what's the purpose of life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was dumbfounded. This guy must have gone crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me      : Hey, what happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jagdeep : Nothing just a random question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him some answer. Then about an hour or so later, he sent me an SMS. It reads something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hau Wei, just want to thank you for everything, form 5 and all. If we are going to mamak this Friday, let me fetch you. That's the least that I can do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It was longer than this. I couldn't remember the whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I really thought that he has gone crazy. I called him and chatted a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These incidents made me think. How many true friends do I have? How much do I appreciate these people? Over the past years, I made new friends and became close. But somehow, I still feel the barrier between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it's still my old pals that I really feel close to. No barrier and everything is frank. I know almost everything about them, what they are going to do and how they are feeling etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/P1030799.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/P1030799.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_093.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC03140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC03140.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leshvind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSCN1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSCN1081.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin Ling. One of the first girl friends that I came to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are few of the closest friends I have. Didn't mean to leave out anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when it is 1.56 a.m., who should I call?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116179086606584974?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116179086606584974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116179086606584974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116179086606584974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116179086606584974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-156-am.html' title='It&apos;s 1.56 a.m.'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116170187558023147</id><published>2006-10-24T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:00.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye opener</title><content type='html'>Just came back from a one-night holiday to Kuantan with my family and my dad's golf kaki's and families. I wasn't expecting much from this trip. Kuantan sounded boring to me. Kuantan town is something like Klang minus the terrible traffic conditions during peak hours. But, the night-life there is quite cool actually. There are plenty of cafes, bistros, modernized kopitiams and even a club. One thing that I really envy, there is a McDonald's Restaurant by the beach! How cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, pictures from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little rascal, Erich, was teaching me Mathematics. I humoured him. Smart for a five-year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_270.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_271.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_273.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikan Yu Bodoh. I pity this fish for being called stupid for nothing. Wonder how the fish looks like though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner tonight, we went to the Bukit Tinggi BBQ Restaurant somewhere near the Genting Hill. It is along the highway from Kuantan to Genting. I must say, the restaurant is unique. There were bizarre collections of various items. There were hundreds of wine, liquor and even soya sauce bottles around the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_278.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_278.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_279.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC00154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC00154.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Umbrellas hanging from the ceiling and the glass bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC00152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC00152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC00150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC00150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC00151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC00151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A small room with a piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC00156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC00156.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique dish. Salted fish but it doesn't taste salty. Only the skin was salty.&lt;br /&gt;The food was superb. I would recommend anyone to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, somehow, I find more chicks in Kuantan than in Klang Valley. Seriously! Hey guys, want to go for a trip to Kuantan?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116170187558023147?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116170187558023147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116170187558023147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116170187558023147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116170187558023147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/eye-opener.html' title='Eye opener'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116127033868394405</id><published>2006-10-19T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:59.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stabbed!</title><content type='html'>An evil girl tried to kill me with a pen today; A ball-point pen. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for her, she failed to murder me. Fortunately for me, I got off with a minor injury, very close to a vein of my hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC00280.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC00280.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;br /&gt;Be careful of girls when they are near to sharp objects. You will never know what will happen to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC00282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC00282.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sexy scar. xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116127033868394405?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116127033868394405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116127033868394405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116127033868394405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116127033868394405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/stabbed.html' title='Stabbed!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116118178875008149</id><published>2006-10-18T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:59.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salam berjaya keropok!</title><content type='html'>Today was a tiring day. Rushed back right after the KPA 2007 Planning meeting, quickly took my bath, settled some stuff and went straight to tuition. Almost skipped my lunch. Commitments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, punching bag is my good friend today. My knuckles are a little red but it was stress relieving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back after gym, I saw a van selling Keropok Lekor from Terengganu. At the side, there was this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_262.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salam Berjaya Keropok. &lt;br /&gt;Funny, I mean, to whom does the owner want to say it to? The keropok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116118178875008149?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116118178875008149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116118178875008149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116118178875008149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116118178875008149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/salam-berjaya-keropok.html' title='Salam berjaya keropok!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116101023480430342</id><published>2006-10-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:58.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut</title><content type='html'>This is what you get if you are careful while walking in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_259.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_259.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is a little blur but it was pretty red when I just got it. Felt like it was burning. Caught quite a lot of insects for my Biology practical tomorrow. I'm so going to have fun preserving those insects. xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116101023480430342?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116101023480430342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116101023480430342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116101023480430342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116101023480430342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/cut.html' title='Cut'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116066526703034391</id><published>2006-10-12T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:58.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The normal query</title><content type='html'>Look at this situation between these two parties, let's say, Ah Beng and Ah Lian. Both of them got to know each other and they got really close as time passed. Spend a lot of time together, really understand each other, take care of each other better than themselves, bla bla bla.... the list goes on. Does this make them couples or do their actions show that they have feelings (more than friends) for each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us, I would say 90% of us would say that they are couples. Words will be passed around and questions popped.&lt;br /&gt;Are they together?&lt;br /&gt;Does Ah Beng like Ah Lian or vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;That's including myself, I do question such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, come to think of it, can't they be best of friends and nothing more? It's a simple relationship between a guy and a girl, where they really care and love each other, as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, my friend said this, " I don't believe that a guy and a girl can be best friends. They will have feelings for each other and soon develop to the stage of being couples."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagreed with him. I have close friends who are girls and we do not have feelings for each other, except love between friends. We know that the idea of having feelings for each other will not develop and our friendship will hold strong. Sarah, Kellie and Chin Ling are the few of my closest girl friends and I love these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I'm able to say that because I have best girlfriends. Well, I address Sarah as my best girlfriend. I believe that a guy and a girl can be best of friends and nothing more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you see a guy and a girl are really close, think about this;&lt;br /&gt;They might be just best friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116066526703034391?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116066526703034391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116066526703034391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116066526703034391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116066526703034391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/normal-query.html' title='The normal query'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116057384482034751</id><published>2006-10-11T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:57.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yunn Min!</title><content type='html'>Yes, Yunn Min. For those who do not know her, she's one of the coolest girls I've ever known. She has the ability to mix around with almost everyone at all and treat everyone like buddies. She is always with her smile and I've never seen her down or anything. Wonder how she does it. Well, sadly, she has left for Russia to pursue a degree in Medicine. Her farewell party was quite a while ago and here are the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-1e.slide.com&amp;channel=8102942&amp;cy=bl&amp;il=1" width="500" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:500;text-align:left"&gt;&lt;a style="vertical-align:middle" href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=8102942&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1e.slide.com/h2/8102942/bl_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/slide3.gif" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msnew/ticker?cid=8102942&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=0" target="_blank"&gt;Get Your Own!&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/msview/ticker?cid=8102942&amp;cy=bl&amp;tt=0" target="_blank"&gt;View Slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/pig%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/pig%20face.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to miss this girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116057384482034751?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116057384482034751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116057384482034751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116057384482034751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116057384482034751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/yunn-min.html' title='Yunn Min!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116045469886005063</id><published>2006-10-10T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:57.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Killers - When you were young</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNQ58iPgbOI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zNQ58iPgbOI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there in your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on some beautiful boy to&lt;br /&gt;To save you from your old ways&lt;br /&gt;You play forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Watch him now, here he come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But he talks like a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Like you imagined when you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we climb this mountain I dont know&lt;br /&gt;Higher now than ever before I&lt;br /&gt;Know we can make it if we take it slow&lt;br /&gt;Lets take it easy, easy now, watch it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are burning down the highway skyline&lt;br /&gt;On the back of a hurricane that started turning&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and see the place where you used to live&lt;br /&gt;When you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the devils water it aint so sweet&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to drink right now&lt;br /&gt;But you can dip your feet&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sit there in your heartache&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on some beautiful boy to&lt;br /&gt;To save you from your old ways&lt;br /&gt;You play forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;Watch him now, here he come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But he talks like a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Like you imagined when you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Talks like a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;Like you imagined when) when you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said he doesnt look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He doesnt look a thing like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than youll ever know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116045469886005063?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116045469886005063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116045469886005063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116045469886005063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116045469886005063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/killers-when-you-were-young.html' title='The Killers - When you were young'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-116006224869855679</id><published>2006-10-05T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:56.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world's colourful, ain't it?</title><content type='html'>The 3 hours I had in school were more constructive than any of my schooling days. Heck, I was caught by a surprise. It made sorta think a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our facial demanour is something like masks we wear. We change our masks at instances that we wouldn't even realise, perhaps during certain incidents or things like that.  Today, I tried a very different approach. The insides of me were crumbling down, things caught me by surprised and something really really unexpected happened. I put a smile on my face and talk to everyone like normal.  Hey, it worked well. I didn't feel that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I shall try doing that more often. Just because I had a bad day, it doesn't mean I can make others have a bad day too. Currently, I have like 13 tasks ahead of me, 25 stuff to worry about and 1001 questions waiting to be answered. Still, I would say I'm in a good shape or maybe not, but who cares. This is the life I'm living with and I believe this would drag on longer.&lt;br /&gt;Stressed out life. I like. Hopefully, I would be able to live through this chapter of life and apply it in the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the people around us are unique and they are the ones that colour our lives.&lt;br /&gt;If everyone is good, then who's going to be the villain?&lt;br /&gt;If everyone's all quiet and nice, who's going to the irritating people?&lt;br /&gt;If everyone goes by the rules, what would the law enforcers be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need antagonists and all in our lives and that makes the world more colourful and more challenging. I wouldn't want a monotonous life. It's challenging for me already, and it's only going to get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-116006224869855679?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/116006224869855679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=116006224869855679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116006224869855679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/116006224869855679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/worlds-colourful-aint-it.html' title='The world&apos;s colourful, ain&apos;t it?'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115977170483475374</id><published>2006-10-02T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:55.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a WTF day</title><content type='html'>Oh, yes it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel humiliated, angry, frustrated, very annoyed.......... all the unwanted feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry paper was disastrous. I couldn't even think properly. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost turned around and intended to punch a guy right in the face. Perhaps I didn't have the guts or maybe I was able to think rationally that time. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just stressed out and frustrated. Tomorrow's Biology and Pengajian Am. Let's see how disastrous would the papers be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115977170483475374?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115977170483475374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115977170483475374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115977170483475374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115977170483475374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-wtf-day.html' title='It&apos;s a WTF day'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115969624069635597</id><published>2006-10-01T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:55.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's tomorrow</title><content type='html'>My exams starts tomorrow and I'm not prepared at all. Seriously, not at all. I've never felt this way all this while when it comes to exams. NEVER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know when I'm prepared and when I'm not. This time, I know, I'm not prepared for all the subjects. I haven't even touched on Pengajian Am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful. Now, I don't even dream of getting what I aimed for. I won't even get close to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115969624069635597?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115969624069635597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115969624069635597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115969624069635597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115969624069635597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-tomorrow.html' title='It&apos;s tomorrow'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115959920739084828</id><published>2006-09-30T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:54.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One, only ONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:calligraph421 BT;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:calligraph421 BT;font-size:85%;color:#2e8b57;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#2e8b57;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#2e8b57;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#2e8b57;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#2e8b57;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One! Yi! Satu! Yat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE FREAKING POINT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I feel so, sigh, I don't know. Damn wasted wei! One freaking point only. Tried last year and the same thing recurred. Also by one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGGGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;Punching bag is going to be so pityful later today. &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115959920739084828?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115959920739084828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115959920739084828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115959920739084828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115959920739084828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-only-one_30.html' title='One, only ONE!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115951244608431973</id><published>2006-09-29T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:53.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke</title><content type='html'>About the chemistry tutorial question I posted a while ago, coke isn't just the drink. Found this in my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Advanced Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/coke%20carbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/coke%20carbon.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for my lack of knowledge in Chemistry. Well, at least we learnt something from this. xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115951244608431973?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115951244608431973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115951244608431973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115951244608431973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115951244608431973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/09/coke.html' title='Coke'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115942661043103818</id><published>2006-09-28T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:52.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Actually, I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://averdim.blogdrive.com/"&gt;Shang Neng&lt;/a&gt; ages ago. Didn't realise that I was tagged until I read &lt;a href="http://abangbobby.blogspot.com"&gt;Abang Bobby's&lt;/a&gt; blog. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what made you happy this week?&lt;br /&gt;The punching bag at the gym. Punch, punch and punch! And also the little note I got long time ago by this girl. Was looking at it yesterday. Sweet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- what made you sad this week?&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff. Won't go into them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are you contented with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Of course not! I still have a lot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- has someone made u happy lately?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Someone did!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- what do you plan to do to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;For now, I don't know. Maybe sometime soon I'll think of something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - how are you feeling at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Upset about some stuff, but overall, alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - what/who made you feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;That stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- are you the type of person who easily gets hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, well, actually, most of the time. Remarks and comments or whatever. Hate them but nowadays, I'm just going to laugh them off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- do you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Hate this question. Yes, I do. *sobs sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- have you ever been to a point in your life that you’ve thought about giving up?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, many, many times. Lucky to have my supportive family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;The break up. Owh, she's hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- with whom?&lt;br /&gt;Whole bunch of people. Can't even remember all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last song you heard?&lt;br /&gt;Spiderbait- Black betty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice, my lunch! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant nearby, to buy my own lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last food you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken rice, again. Damn, it was expensive. RM 5.20!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing that made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Her smile. haha... shhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you heard from your parent(s)?&lt;br /&gt;We're going out, alrite? *was surpised that my mom said that to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you said to your parent (s)?&lt;br /&gt;No, cannot go out. Stay at home. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you said to one of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you read?&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Inorganic Chemistry. Exams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;Chee Keat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you msg?&lt;br /&gt;Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person who msg you?&lt;br /&gt;Alex, asking where have I disappeared to after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person who gave you a testimonial in friendster?&lt;br /&gt;Don't remember. Don't even bother checking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person who messaged you in Yahoo Messenger?&lt;br /&gt;I don't use Yahoo Messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you’re with?&lt;br /&gt;School mates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you kissed goodnight?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I don't know. No one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you kissed goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Er... again, no one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last person you think of before going to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last thing you’re goin to do before going to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Set my alarm for school and sigh, another day has gone by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall pass this on to&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.remnantsoflife.blogspot.com"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pei Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115942661043103818?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115942661043103818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115942661043103818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115942661043103818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115942661043103818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagged.html' title='Tagged!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115919725545198079</id><published>2006-09-25T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My stomach's aching</title><content type='html'>Well, not because I have diarrhoea or I took the wrong stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of this either, though it's funny. It's actually one of my chemistry tutorial questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/aluminium%20coke.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/aluminium%20coke.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me laugh to see how people perceive things. Many make assumptions without even knowing the whole truth. It's pretty distractiing and annoying. Somehow, I came to learn to ignore and laugh it off. I'm laughing now, but tomorrow, the punching bag will be mine again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115919725545198079?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115919725545198079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115919725545198079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115919725545198079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115919725545198079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-stomachs-aching.html' title='My stomach&apos;s aching'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115901418726593318</id><published>2006-09-23T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:51.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTA Fair</title><content type='html'>I had to settle some payment at the MATTA Fair along with Gerard and Leshvind yesterday. Well, the fair sounds boring and we had to take a train all the way from Klang to Putra. KTM, well, suits its name, Keretapi Tak tentu Masa, always arrives late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind about that. The journey there was pretty exciting. What would you expect from Gerard and Leshvind; two of the crappiest people I've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, Gerard spotted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_234.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/dickling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/dickling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck - Duckling&lt;br /&gt;Dick - Dicklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you want to describe a small kid's tiny treasure, call it as dicklin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MATTA Fair in PWTC is defnitely a crowd puller. It was a Friday and the place was packed with people. We spotted some bad signs around. Like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_244.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all over the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given 2 forms to join the Buyers' Contest because we have paid an amount of money. We were required to fill in a form and answer 3 questions. Those questions required us to search for some info. The lazy us took the easy way out, thanks to Leshvind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_239.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_237.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were kind of stuck when we had to answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leshvind spotted this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_238.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers! Right in the collection box. Brilliant, brilliant! We just copied them and an aunty actually followed what we did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_240.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_243.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard and Leshvind, happily putting in their forms with the hope of winning the Proton Satria Neo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking back to the Putra KTM Station, we saw this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_245.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A metal piece was used to cover a huge pothole, well, maybe not a pothole but it was really deep! Gerard was eager to see a car getting stuck there but unfortunately, or fortunately, it did not happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the train, we spotted many more things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_246.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indecent behaviour not allowed. The picture shows a male and a female kissing. What about gays and lesbains? Can they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_247.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_247.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was worse. Batang Benar? &lt;br /&gt;Try naming a place by replacing the letter N with the letter S. &lt;br /&gt;Malaysia should have better names for places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the trip was fun, thanks to Gerard and Leshvind. You'll never be bored if you go anywhere with either of them, or better, get the double dose by having both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_248.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard, posing with his complimentary MATTA Fair bag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_242.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Gerard with his MATTA Fair pose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115901418726593318?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115901418726593318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115901418726593318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115901418726593318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115901418726593318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/09/matta-fair.html' title='MATTA Fair'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115846149718735269</id><published>2006-09-17T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:49.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegetarian</title><content type='html'>Got this from a forwarded mail. Just thought of sharing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/vegetarian.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/vegetarian.1.jpg" alt="" 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/13306772-115846149718735269?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115846149718735269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115846149718735269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115846149718735269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115846149718735269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/09/vegetarian.html' title='Vegetarian'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115789726272251186</id><published>2006-09-10T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:49.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spicy, spicy!</title><content type='html'>"Huh? You can't take spicy food wan ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the usual reaction I get when I tell people that I can't eat spicy stuff. My old buddies should know this very well. I shall make a public announcement here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't eat spicy stuff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of Malaysians eat spicy stuff daily. It's sad to say I'm among the minority. With all the sambals, curry, and other spicy stuff, I wonder why is it that I still can't take spicy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy food actually inflicts pain to our mouth, tongue etc. It's pain that people enjoy. From a study, eating spicy foods releases endorphins that create an urge to eat another round of hot and fiery foods. I never liked pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for the first time in my life, I finished a whole meal of spicy food. This was actually because I ordered the wrong stuff and I had to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_233.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically stuffing everything in fast so that I could get over with it quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_232.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_232.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_231.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! I managed to finish everything. By the time I finished the meal, I was already sweating due to the gene I inherited from my dad. Three of us in the family (Dad, Bro and me) will sweat like mad after eating spicy stuff. Well, at least both of them do.  Me? Only a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's little late but I'm learning to take spicy stuff. I want to eat all those yummy spicy food you guys eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115789726272251186?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115789726272251186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115789726272251186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115789726272251186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115789726272251186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/09/spicy-spicy.html' title='Spicy, spicy!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115780853859506573</id><published>2006-09-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:49.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinder -  Lips of an angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Honey why you calling me so late&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda hard to talk right now&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you crying is everything okay&lt;br /&gt;I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud&lt;br /&gt;Well, my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that you're calling me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And yes I dreamt of you too&lt;br /&gt;And does he know you're talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Will it start a fight&lt;br /&gt;No I don't think she has a clue&lt;br /&gt;Well my girl's in the next room&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish she was you&lt;br /&gt;I guess we never really moved on&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to hear your voice saying my name&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Coming from the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Hearing those words it makes me weak&lt;br /&gt;And I never wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;(And I never wanna say goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;But girl you make it hard to be faithful&lt;br /&gt;With the lips of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Honey why you calling me so late&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115780853859506573?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115780853859506573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115780853859506573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115780853859506573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115780853859506573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/09/hinder-lips-of-angel.html' title='Hinder -  Lips of an angel'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115738348127556797</id><published>2006-09-04T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:48.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dozed off</title><content type='html'>Form 6 is getting more and more tiring for me. I pretty much doze off during most of the tuition classes especially during Sunita's classes. I even doze off during Prasad's class! How can that happen? Maths is never boring and I can actually doze off. That's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, stupid things happen in school today and for the first time in my entire life as a prefect, I witness girls cutting each other's fringe! I mean, how can you detemine whether a girl's hair is long? Seriously, ACS Klang is weird and it is going to be weirder. Some people claimed that my hair is long and I decided to end those comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut. During the process, well, again I dozed off. Guess what, for the one milisecond that I dozed off, my head moved and at that very moment, the hairstylist was doing the "slope" thing and, aiks! There goes a "hole". He did not tell me right after it happened. He continued cutting and tried to "mend" that hole. He only told me about it when he was about to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really short and sigh, Lisa and Pei Fun will definitely continue calling me "Siao Di Di".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt:&lt;br /&gt;Keep awake during hair cut and else, you will either get a "hole" on a part of your hair or end up with really short hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115738348127556797?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115738348127556797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115738348127556797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115738348127556797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115738348127556797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/09/dozed-off.html' title='Dozed off'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115694841450799200</id><published>2006-08-30T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:48.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unity</title><content type='html'>It puts a smile on my face everytime I see any advertisement on the unity in Malaysia. It reflects the ideal atmosphere in Malaysia where everyone would mix around without judging the colour of our skin. Petronas, for instance, comes out with wonderful advertisements, especially during festive seasons. I love watching those meaningful advertisements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the idea of implementing national schools (sekolah kebangsaan) is superb. It brings us, all the races together to study under one roof. When a person is not exposed to mix around with people from other races, they will feel awkward to interact with them and sometimes, they will be bias towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the situaiton in Malaysia now is much better compared to back then. We have people who mix around regardless of race, religion and etc. If proper measures are taken, I believe it will come to a time when colour doesn't matter. It will take a long time and a lot of effort but we must be willing to change. Well, there is still a very, very long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I wish to see Malaysia this way or even better; No racial problems and discrimination. I do not want to see the unity now to just crumble down. Just a thought. Unity does us good, all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the Merdeka spirit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Independence Day! MERDEKA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Thanks to all of you who commented on my previous post.  I wasn't down. I was just annoyed. Anyways, THANKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115694841450799200?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115694841450799200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115694841450799200&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115694841450799200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115694841450799200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/unity.html' title='Unity'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115685889069104166</id><published>2006-08-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:47.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I don't deserve it?</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to be a high achiever in everything. It gives me the competitive boost to work hard in everything that I do.  I get awards or recognition that I do not expect and of course, I will be overjoyed. Deep down in me, there is a great sense of satisfaction which is indescribable. It is more to a token of appreciation of what I've done, rather than an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the joy and euphoria are killed by statements made by others. I only knew about it recently and it hurts real bad. There are people who said things like how much I don't deserve the awards, how another person deserve the awards more than I do, how minor my achievements are, how easy it is to achieve those, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me enlighten you people about my side of the story. I'm not saying that I did great things that no one else could achieve. There are plenty of behind the scenes events that I have to go through which I would like to tell before you make such judgements. It just sucks to know that people just say things like that without knowing the entire story to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know...&lt;br /&gt;how much stress I have to go through?&lt;br /&gt;how hard it is to juggle between activities and studies, and yet make the best out of both?&lt;br /&gt;how many meticulous hours I have to work for a particular project?&lt;br /&gt;how suffering it is make ensure that the work that I do does not have mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;how much sacrifice that I have made for the activities that I join?&lt;br /&gt;how frustrating it is to do something over and over again just to get it perfect?&lt;br /&gt;how many fucking obstacles that I to go through?&lt;br /&gt;how tiring it is to be on the go for a period of time without having proper rest?&lt;br /&gt;how hard it is to put a smile on my face when the insides of me are crumbling down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not how to describe my feelings now. Come and fucking tell me face to face. I want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115685889069104166?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115685889069104166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115685889069104166&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115685889069104166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115685889069104166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-dont-deserve-it.html' title='So, I don&apos;t deserve it?'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115643408364028323</id><published>2006-08-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:46.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mint and Impotence</title><content type='html'>Every now and then, people often joke about taking Mentos Mint or other mint products excessively may cause impotence. I have to admit, most of the time, people are telling me because I'm addicted to mint products. I can finish up the whole tube of Mentos Mint in a tuition class, which is only about 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC00035.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC00035.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrigley's Eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;My current addiction. It has a strong Mint flavour but it burns a hole in my pocket though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a little research on it just to see whether it is true. I checked in the internet and asked a pharmacist. It turns out to be the other way around. In Arab, it is believed that Mint may increase virility and herbalist now are using Mint to cure impotence. However, excessive intake of Mentos sugar-free product maybe cause laxative effects. Wow, I don't mind offering my friend lots of Mentos Sugar-free product and see him running to the toilet every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what causes impotence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The causes of impotence may be divided into two, which are psychological and physical.&lt;br /&gt;Psychologically, a person who suffer from performance anxiety, depression, loss of interest in sex and fatigue may be impotent. Diabetes, surgery, certain prescription medicines, drug abuse, smoking, drinking,  hormonal imbalance and etc. are physical causes of impotence.&lt;br /&gt;Not Mint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know that Mint does not cause impotence, I shall eat Mint products as much as I want in peace. And next time anyone tells you that Mint causes impotence, educate them with your new knowledge (That's if you did not know about it at first).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115643408364028323?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115643408364028323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115643408364028323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115643408364028323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115643408364028323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/mint-and-impotence.html' title='Mint and Impotence'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115635368232065665</id><published>2006-08-24T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:45.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysteries, Genies, Ghosts and Coffins</title><content type='html'>When I first heard about the Mysteries, Genies, Ghosts and Coffins exhibition in Shah Alam, I was excited, really. I wonder what will they have for exhibition. And finally, a whole big group of friends and I went to the Museum Sultan Alam Shah. Sorry that I didn't take any pictures as it was stated that we are not allowed to take any pictures at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organizers tried to create a creppy environment and it was really dark inside. We could hardly see anything! The genies, toyol and a mermaid were mummified and I'm no one to judge whether it's real or fake. They do look kinda freaky though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going through almost everything there, I regretted going there. I've just burnt my precious RM 5. So if any of you plan to go there, please don't. Save that RM 5 for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try checking out these sites (pictures are there too):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://abekamal.wordpress.com/2006/07/17/hantu-pocong-exhibition-at-shah-alam/&lt;br /&gt;http://abekamal.wordpress.com/2006/08/03/well-the-ghost-exhibition-is-a-fake-after-all/&lt;br /&gt;http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2006/7/10/nation/14786528&amp;amp;sec=nation&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ghost-mysteries.com/viewnews.php?id=51&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115635368232065665?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115635368232065665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115635368232065665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115635368232065665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115635368232065665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/mysteries-genies-ghosts-and-coffins.html' title='Mysteries, Genies, Ghosts and Coffins'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115606834939628354</id><published>2006-08-20T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:45.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing work of art</title><content type='html'>Chalk drawings by Julian Beever.&lt;br /&gt;Julain Beever is an English artist who is famous for his art on the pavement of England, France, Germany, USA, Australia and Belgium. He gives his drawings an amazing 3D effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-8c.slide.com.com&amp;channel=7658636&amp;cy=un" width="500" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8c.slide.com/f2/7658636/un_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/blank.gif" height="0" width="0"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, eh? Check out this site too.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kurtwenner.com/recent/recent.htm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115606834939628354?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115606834939628354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115606834939628354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115606834939628354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115606834939628354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/amazing-work-of-art.html' title='Amazing work of art'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115582527950971268</id><published>2006-08-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:44.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punching bag</title><content type='html'>Life in school isn't getting any better. There are tonnes of homework, frustrating problems and certain people with brains made just to think "straight" and some, well, just born to be annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is seriously frustrating and the volcano in me would just erupt at any moment but somehow, I am able to find something to confide in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is a punching bag, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_209.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is first thing I head to everytime I hit the gym. I would put on my glove and start punching it for a good minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I would punch so hard that my wrist hurts. Other gym members can see that I'm venging my anger. It is just so frustrating and I had to venge my anger somewhere. The hour in the gym is the only stress-free hour I have. No regrets in hitting the gym, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong. Form 6 is not that bad. It is pretty fun and interesting if you exclude homework and the annoying things in school. I have fun during classes. Teachers are great and my schoolmates are just fun to hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a win-win situation here. I can relieve stress and practice punching. Who knows, I might be using it one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115582527950971268?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115582527950971268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115582527950971268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115582527950971268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115582527950971268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/punching-bag.html' title='Punching bag'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115539860935650051</id><published>2006-08-12T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:42.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, I just feel like keeping quiet. I want to listen and watch everything that goes on around me and not get involved in anything at all. Seriously. I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_200.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_200.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me so long to realise that I have attitude problems. It's sad to know that I was so ignorant and did not learn from my mistakes. I'm only 18, still young and naive. I still have a lot to learn. It's hurts to know this fact but it's part of growing up. I need to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115539860935650051?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115539860935650051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115539860935650051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115539860935650051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115539860935650051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115530575412890327</id><published>2006-08-11T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:41.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird, Weird...</title><content type='html'>I must say, Form 6 is getting very interesting nowadays. It's only three months and the workload is A LOT and pretty crazy. We have tests on every other week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prefectorial Board is getting weirder. We had the Head Prefect, Asst Head Prefect and a Councillor screwing the prefects in a meeting. The worst part is, the Head Prefect was shouting on top of his voice while scolding some prefects. It made all the prefects look bad. Heck, lucky I wasn't there. I would have just walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot-checks. The one thing that "dedicated" prefects would look forward to but dreaded by the students. My class was checked twice the other day. Twice! Bloody. I was annoyed. Other classes had three or more times I think. It's like as if the prefects have nothing better to do. I'm a prefect myself but I feel that the actions taken were unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day. Sunita's Chemistry Class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to show us some examples of Practical Reports/Experiment. She gave us a handout which was similar to that of Mrs. Koh's, my school's Chemistry teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC03150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC03150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the top right-hand corner and the bottom left-hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC03151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC03151.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's written there lsg/acs and it's true. It is Mrs Koh's work.&lt;br /&gt;And this is what Sunita did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC03152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC03152.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how can you possibly take a person's work and photocopy them as your own? Not that I have anything against her but doing that is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little naughty, or rather disobedient in class today. I talked a lot in class today, but I couldn't help it. I'll be sleeping if I don't talk. Sunita was pretty annoyed with me. Half way through the class and I was talking to Chong Yen. She kinda like warned me with her voice raised, " Hau Wei" and she gave me the angry stare. I kept quiet for a while, like a primary student who was reprimanded by a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Chong Yen told me some interesting stuff so we were discussing about it when Sunita, well once again, was annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunita : Hau Wei, I'm going to call your father. Mr. Khoo will get a call tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Me      : *blur...&lt;br /&gt;She added something about me talking a lot or something like that. I wasn't really listening. What the hell? Call my dad? I'm 18, in Form 6 and she wants to call my dad. She thinks that the primary school approach could actually scare the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened around me nowadays are getting weirder. Try reading the article "Please excuse me while I laugh" in The Star on Thursday, 10 August 2006, page N25. See for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115530575412890327?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115530575412890327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115530575412890327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115530575412890327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115530575412890327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/weird-weird.html' title='Weird, Weird...'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115496275657287709</id><published>2006-08-07T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:41.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fray - Over My Head (Cable Car)</title><content type='html'>I never knew &lt;br /&gt;I never knew that everything was falling through &lt;br /&gt;That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue &lt;br /&gt;To turn and run when all I needed was the truth &lt;br /&gt;But that's how it's got to be &lt;br /&gt;It's coming down to nothing more than apathy &lt;br /&gt;I'd rather run the other way than stay and see &lt;br /&gt;The smoke and who's still standing when it clears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in &lt;br /&gt;Over my head &lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime &lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rearrange &lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a stranger I could disengage &lt;br /&gt;Say that we agree and then never change &lt;br /&gt;Soften a bit until we all just get along &lt;br /&gt;But that's disregard &lt;br /&gt;Find another friend and you discard &lt;br /&gt;As you lose the argument in a cable car &lt;br /&gt;Hanging above as the canyon comes between &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in &lt;br /&gt;Over my head &lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime &lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I become a part of your past &lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless &lt;br /&gt;Without a sound we lose sight of the ground &lt;br /&gt;In the throw around &lt;br /&gt;Never thought that you wanted to bring it down &lt;br /&gt;I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I'm in &lt;br /&gt;Over my head &lt;br /&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime &lt;br /&gt;She's on your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115496275657287709?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115496275657287709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115496275657287709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115496275657287709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115496275657287709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/fray-over-my-head-cable-car.html' title='The Fray - Over My Head (Cable Car)'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115475343688971893</id><published>2006-08-05T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:40.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>Few months back, my aunty went to Egypt and she got me a piece of papyrus, a material on which to write made from the pith or the stems of this sedge. It doesn't look like the paper we have today but it helped in the start of the revolution in paper-making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC03142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC03142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC03143.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC03143.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started thinking. What if the egyptians or chinese did not come out with paper earlier and what will happen today? Will we still be writing on rocks or will the existence of documents and books be there today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/rock.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/rock.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/kk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often people whine saying what if this, what if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I were born with a silver spoon?&lt;br /&gt;What if I were born as a caucasian instead of an asian?&lt;br /&gt;What if I have the look of Jon Johnson?&lt;br /&gt;What if Jessica Alba were to be my girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these unrealistic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;There are bigger matters, rather hard to think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if Parameswara did not come to Malacca?&lt;br /&gt;What if British were still ruling Malaya (Malaysia)?&lt;br /&gt;What if British did not rule Malaya?&lt;br /&gt;What if Singapore were still in Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;Will we, the Chinese and Indians be the way we are today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if language and writings never exist?&lt;br /&gt;What if men were born with three balls instead of two?&lt;br /&gt;What if there were only one sex in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would the world turn around? What will we be doing today? It's hard to think but what if?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115475343688971893?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115475343688971893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115475343688971893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115475343688971893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115475343688971893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115419301057390470</id><published>2006-07-30T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:40.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nerd&lt;/b&gt; also &lt;b&gt;nurd&lt;/b&gt; (nûrd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A foolish, inept, or unattractive person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A person who is single-minded or accomplished in scientific or technical pursuits but is felt to be socially inept.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;That is the definition to nerd in case any of you ever misused the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/nerd.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/320/nerd.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situations like this do happen. Example :  Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do, how hard I try to prove that I don't only study, people still call me nerd. It hurts and I find it very offensive. Just because I got straight A's, it doesn't mean that I'm a nerd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are people, well, I know of one who asked my friend this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A : Hey, about your friend who scored straight A's, is he a nerd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was announced that I was the Best All-round student in school when he was there and still, that question popped up. What the hell is so hard to understand about All-Round student? And I'm definitely not inept, foolish or single-minded in doing something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does not feel good to be called a nerd. So, next time before you call a person a nerd, think twice before doing so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115419301057390470?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115419301057390470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115419301057390470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115419301057390470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115419301057390470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/nerd.html' title='Nerd'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115381765107923017</id><published>2006-07-25T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:39.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of pity and trust</title><content type='html'>I was on my way to tuition last night when I was stopped by a middle-aged indian man, perhaps around his 40s at a junction in my housing area. He was wearing a shirt, a sports shirt (something you can find in Chow Kit) and a pair of black shoes without socks. He was limping so I stopped in front of a house and wind down the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : I was hit by a bike. Two indonesian guys robbed me and they hit my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : What do you want me to do? Send you to the hospital or the police station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : Where is the nearest police station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : It's just somewhere nearby. I don't mind sending you there or the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I was actually rushing for tuition and I was late. David was passing by so I asked him to stop also. Both of us stayed in the car just in case of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : No no. I don't want to go to the police station. They won't help me. I don't need those bastards' help. (I was shocked that he called them bastards but, what do I care? xp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Where is your house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : I am from Sentul. I came here to visit my brother. Do have RM 1o? I'll take a bus to go back. I think I broke my leg. *He was holding his right knee and he had this face as if he's in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At this point, I was suspicious. He's from Sentul and he came to visit his brother. Heck, if his brother lives somewhere here, he should have just called his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man : Please borrow me RM 10. I'll pay you back tomorrow. You can have my IC or license.&lt;br /&gt;*He checks his pockets. Oh, they took my IC and licence also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still quiet. I called David and told him what happened. At this point, a man came out from his house and stood there looking at the whole thing. That "injured" man limped around my car and surprisingly, he did not tell that man about his problem. I was even more suspicious. Then, he limped away, still with his act and sat by the side of a restaurant. I talked to that man about what happened and he told me not to worry and just go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that made me suspicious :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;His dressing. If those people had robbed him, they wouldn't have taken his pants along. He wouldn't be travelling wearing those either. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I swear I saw some notes in his pockets. They were blue in colour so it's either RM 1 or RM 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He claimed that he broke his leg but he could still walk or limp around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He could have just gone to the police station. If he has broken his legs, he should go to the hospital immediately but all that he wanted was money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He didn't tell the man who came out from his house about what had happened. If he was really in trouble, he wouldn't mind telling anyone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He could have just called his brother.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;He was a lousy liar if he was a con man. Serious. But he was really in trouble, I sincerely apologize for not helping. Too many things happened in Malaysia and it's extremely hard to trust a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Street beggars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are beggars who go around from restaurants to shops, etc. to ask for donations. Well, some actually have their arms amputated but still mobile. I hate these people. They look perfectly healthy but they can't find a job. I see other disables whose conditions are worse than these beggars but they could still live a proper life without needing to beg. The thing is, we do not know what will they do with the money. They might use them to buy drugs or alcohol instead of buying food or other necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/beggars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/beggars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity them for not being able to work hard enough for themselves. I don't pity them for being that way. If you can work, don't beg! You might think that they might not be able to find a job because of their physical state but hey, they are others who succeded. If others can, why can't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you were approached by beggars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.dPolls.com/DisplayPoll.aspx?PollID=8517" frameborder="0" width="250" scrolling="no" height="150"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Create polls and vote for free. dPolls.com" href="http://www.dPolls.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Create polls and vote for free. dPolls.com" src="http://www.dPolls.com/dPollsLink.aspx" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing Malaysians, we won't bother much. Only a minority would be bothered to report. Even if we report, I don't think any action will be taken at all. Just put there for fun just to see how people's votes would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115381765107923017?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115381765107923017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115381765107923017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115381765107923017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115381765107923017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-pity-and-trust.html' title='Of pity and trust'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115354783076421300</id><published>2006-07-22T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:39.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encouragement</title><content type='html'>Well, there are many ways for one to encourage others to work hard. Mr. Prasad is very well known for his sarcasm and non-stop insult to make you work harder but in a smart way of course. I believe he is the most sarcastic and critical person I've ever met. Really respect him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school Mathematics 2 teacher, Mr. Chan has a different approach. A very insulting and sarcastic way too. This is what he'll type on the test papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02982.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" May God bless those hardworking students. Good Luck and happy trying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He indicates that students should work hard or smart. The "happy trying" phrase tells me that he will be laughing his ass off deep in his heart knowing that students can't answer his questions. What an evil yet very encouraging way to ensure students work hard. The word harworking makes me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terasa &lt;/span&gt;a little. Damn, I should be working harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115354783076421300?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115354783076421300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115354783076421300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115354783076421300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115354783076421300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/encouragement.html' title='Encouragement'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115314655291363237</id><published>2006-07-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:38.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redundant</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling fucked up, pissed off and worn out. I sick and tired of the things which are going around me. Humans are interesting, really and sometimes, I don't see how one thing leads to another. Sometimes, I just sit back and ask myself, "Why do I care so much?". Ah, for nothing, of course! Whatever. There isn't any coherence in my writing. Doubt anyone would understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/anger.jpg" alt="" 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/13306772-115314655291363237?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115314655291363237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115314655291363237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115314655291363237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115314655291363237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/redundant.html' title='Redundant'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115304504152458465</id><published>2006-07-16T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:38.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zinc</title><content type='html'>Zinc is the nutrient that men is most likely to be deficient in. And here's one reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man loses 5 miligrams of zinc with each ejaculation. So, everytime you have fun with yourself or with your partner, remember, you are losing 5 miligrams of Zinc and other precious nutrients. Oh yeah, 5 miligrams is actually one-third of the recommended daily dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low zinc levels in the body cause poor sperm quality and less testosterone. Oh, wives-to-be and men out there, beware. You wouldn't want that to happen. Less testosterone (hmmm, should try feeding those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bapoks&lt;/span&gt; in school with more foods with high levels of zinc and see how things will turn out to be.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if you are not getting enough zinc? If there are white spots on your fingernails, then well, be careful. Consume more meat, raisins, beans and shellfish. I love raisins and I do not have white spots on my fingernails. *Phew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115304504152458465?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115304504152458465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115304504152458465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115304504152458465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115304504152458465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/zinc.html' title='Zinc'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115286797491051176</id><published>2006-07-14T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:37.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Dumb</title><content type='html'>*Better view using Internet Explorer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-34.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-34.slide.com.com&amp;channel=7284788&amp;cy=bl" width="500" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115286797491051176?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115286797491051176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115286797491051176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115286797491051176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115286797491051176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/dumb-dumb.html' title='Dumb Dumb'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115279913135959534</id><published>2006-07-13T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:37.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Stuff</title><content type='html'>*From a forwarded mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain Stuff . . .  From Cambridge University. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O lny srmat poelpe can raed tihs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty  uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The &lt;br /&gt;phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig  to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde &lt;br /&gt;Uinervtisy, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the  ltteers in a wrod are, the olny &lt;br /&gt;iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat  ltteer be in the rghit pclae. &lt;br /&gt;The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll  raed it wouthit a porbelm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey  lteter by istlef, but &lt;br /&gt;the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas  tghuhot slpeling was &lt;br /&gt;ipmorantt! if you can raed tihs psas it on  !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALZHEIMERS' EYE TEST &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count every " F" in the following text: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED FILES ARE THE RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC STUDY COMBINED WITH &lt;br /&gt;THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MANY ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE 6 -- no joke. &lt;br /&gt;READ IT AGAIN ! &lt;br /&gt;Really, go Back and Try to find the 6 F's before you scroll down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasoning behind is that the brain cannot process "OF". &lt;br /&gt;Incredible or what? Go back and look again!&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who counts all 6 "F's" on the first go is a genius. &lt;br /&gt;Three is normal, four is quite rare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115279913135959534?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115279913135959534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115279913135959534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115279913135959534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115279913135959534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/brain-stuff.html' title='Brain Stuff'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115262408564179178</id><published>2006-07-11T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke + Mentos = ?</title><content type='html'>Experiments are fun. So is what I've done today.&lt;br /&gt;Coke and Mentos. 2 of the most common food and drink that I take. I'm kind of addicted to Mentos, especially during tuition classes. So, I checked out some videos on the net and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJhwHgF6Av4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJhwHgF6Av4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eager to try it out. Seeing is never enough, I had to try it. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking that Malaysian made Coke and Mentos might not create such effect. And I was wrong. Check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QR6u_WHjmWI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QR6u_WHjmWI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time when people talk about it, don't say, "huh? Really?".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115262408564179178?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115262408564179178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115262408564179178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115262408564179178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115262408564179178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/coke-mentos.html' title='Coke + Mentos = ?'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115254237149411412</id><published>2006-07-10T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:36.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Italia!</title><content type='html'>Finally, the team I supported wins! Both teams played well and Italy was the luckier team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/4278146782.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/4278146782.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/1605513290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/1605513290.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another highlight of the final, Zidane's headbutt on Materazzi. Nothing could be more wrong than to headbutt someone in the extra time of the World Cup Final match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am4q6jEJi4A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am4q6jEJi4A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This proves that footballers have tougher heads than a man's chest. Next time you want to start a fight, start with a headbutt right on the chest first. See if he falls like Materazzi. That move might knock him out and saves lots of time. You might have a little sore on your forehead but hey, u did it in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad to see Zizou's career has to end with such incident. That is how dramatic life can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115254237149411412?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115254237149411412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115254237149411412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115254237149411412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115254237149411412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/viva-italia.html' title='Viva Italia!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115227886408012358</id><published>2006-07-07T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:36.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair and a little more.</title><content type='html'>I always love practical sessions for sciences. Today, we did some microscope work and we looked at stuff like hair, onion cells, starch granules and human cells (from the "inner" cheek, whatever u call it). It was really fun looking into stuff which are so minute and able to see their structures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onion cells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/onionep1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/onionep1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starch granules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/largepotato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/largepotato.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked into strands of hair; black, brown and even white (I used mine. Well, I was forced to.) The white hair was kinda unique. It is like a transparent tube with another tiny black line in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/hairpigment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/hairpigment.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/hair100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/hair100.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even tried looking at hair with split ends. Unhealthy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one of my friends said to me, "Hey Hau Wei, go to the toilet and get another strand of hair. Then we can check it and see how it is like. " I was laughing like crazy while others were either blurred or looked disgusted. I did not try it but I wonder how would this look like under a microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/pube.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/pube.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*It's not mine, just in case you people think otherwise. Got it from Google Image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115227886408012358?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115227886408012358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115227886408012358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115227886408012358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115227886408012358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/hair-and-little-more.html' title='Hair and a little more.'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115208371935150603</id><published>2006-07-05T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:36.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rugged</title><content type='html'>Another proof to show that ACS is an old school. And I was the lucky one to learn about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/torn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/torn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Never ever walk near old tables with nails pointing out or similar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115208371935150603?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115208371935150603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115208371935150603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115208371935150603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115208371935150603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/rugged.html' title='Rugged'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115191442823992117</id><published>2006-07-03T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:35.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keluarga saya.</title><content type='html'>*Again, from a forwarded mail.&lt;br /&gt;Also another creative piece. This time, from a 12 year-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/keluarga%20saya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/keluarga%20saya1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/keluarga%20saya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/keluarga%20saya2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/keluarga%20saya3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/keluarga%20saya3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will give him 91/100 if I were the teacher.  xp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115191442823992117?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115191442823992117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115191442823992117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115191442823992117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115191442823992117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/07/keluarga-saya.html' title='Keluarga saya.'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115167403249017380</id><published>2006-06-30T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:34.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>Once, I whined about not getting the results that I wanted and not being offered a scholarship by the PSD. &lt;a href="http://hauwei15.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-happy-not.html/"&gt;I'm happy, not&lt;/a&gt; post last month. Well, it was hard for me but I got over it. I did. Oh yeah, if your memories are good, I did send my SPM results to be remarked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I have been waiting for the results as Chong Yen has already gotten his. I knew I'll get mine soon. I came back home today and immediately checked the mail box. And yeah, I saw this envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I read the bottom left portion and it is from Lembaga Peperiksaan Malaysia. Almost immediately, I opened the envelope, took a deep breath before looking at my new SPM slip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a change for history but not EST. I do not know why but somehow, I am able to accept the results. Looks like my EST isn't that good. But heck, 10 1As and 1 2a is better than 9 1As and 2 2As. Sounds better too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were to get this results earlier, I doubt I'll be able to get the PSD Scholarship. So, I won't be bothered to blame the teacher who marked my history paper but I'll blame him/her for making me waste 5-10 ml of liquid in my body. Really embarassing and somehow, many people got to know about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although the results are not what I wanted, I'm still happy with it. The pressure is on again. This time, for STPM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/13306772-115167403249017380?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115167403249017380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115167403249017380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115167403249017380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115167403249017380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115159616671529458</id><published>2006-06-29T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:34.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghana</title><content type='html'>It may sound like a weird choice (well, it is weird) but I was rooting for Ghana during the World Cup. However, I like the way Argentina, Spain and Brazil play. The enthusiasm that those Ghanaian players have really pulled me to support them. They are known as the Black Stars; a racist name, in my opinion. They are also described as a loose cannon on the field. They are aggressive. No doubt about that. Having to make it to the Round of 16 is a commendable achievement as this is actually their debut appearance in the World Cup Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, Ghana has the most expensive African player who plays for Chelsea, Mikael Essien (or Michael Essien). I have to comment about the goalkeeper of Ghana, Richard Kingston. He played very well and his saves were superb. His reaction saves were like Barthez (a long ago Barthez).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/ghana%20team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/ghana%20team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure most of you wouldn't know where Ghana is. Argentina and Brazil are so famous but I doubt most of you know where they are. What more about Ghana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/Africa-450-Ghana.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/Africa-450-Ghana.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/map-ghana-large.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/map-ghana-large.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghana is located beside Togo, another country that qualified for the World Cup for the first time. Togo's players play like as if they have limitless stamina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Ghana had to face Brazil in the Round of 16. Ghana needs to train better strikers, really. Something about Ghana's football team captured me and I actually supported them although I knew that they will lose to Brazil. Ghana, an unexpected team which did well, like Senegal in the previous World Cup (World Cup 98, I think).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115159616671529458?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115159616671529458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115159616671529458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115159616671529458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115159616671529458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/ghana.html' title='Ghana'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115139351453988924</id><published>2006-06-27T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:33.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool adverts.</title><content type='html'>*It's actually from a forwarded mail.&lt;br /&gt;Creativity at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-90.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-90.slide.com.com&amp;channel=6267024&amp;cy=bl" width="500" height="375" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115139351453988924?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115139351453988924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115139351453988924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115139351453988924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115139351453988924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/cool-adverts.html' title='Cool adverts.'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115115086178315933</id><published>2006-06-24T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:32.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of blog address</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hauwei15.blogspot.com"&gt;www.hauwei15.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; sounds so kiddy. Very typical of a small kid or a newbie to put initials and names with numbers as nicknames. My friends who have been reading my blog right from the start will realise that I included the details of myself in the blog. But as time passed, I want to make this blog as anounymous as possible. That is what the revamps I've done before this were for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've named my blog Tyrone's Dumpsite, why don't I include Tyrone's Dumpsite in my blog address. Sounds better than hauwei15 anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I have decided. I shall change my blog address to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com"&gt;www.tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; effective on the &lt;strong&gt;1st of July 2006 @ Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to make it sudden change. So I guess a week is enough for my blog buddies to change my link in their blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115115086178315933?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115115086178315933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115115086178315933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115115086178315933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115115086178315933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/change-of-blog-address.html' title='Change of blog address'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115112433612038640</id><published>2006-06-24T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:32.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickelback - Savin' me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prison gates won't open up for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I reach for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I'm terrified of these four walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These iron bars can't hold my soul in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All I need is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come please I'm callin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh I scream for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurry I'm fallin' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Show me what it's like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be the last one standing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And teach me wrong from right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll show you what I can be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say it for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say it to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'll leave this life behind me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say it if it's worth saving me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heaven's gates won't open up for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With these broken wings I'm fallin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all I see is you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These city walls ain't got no love for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And oh I scream for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come please I'm callin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all I need from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurry I'm fallin' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hurry I'm fallin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115112433612038640?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115112433612038640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115112433612038640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115112433612038640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115112433612038640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/nickelback-savin-me.html' title='Nickelback - Savin&apos; me'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115112231796468610</id><published>2006-06-24T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:32.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edwin McCain - I could not ask for more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lying here with you&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the rain&lt;br /&gt;Smiling just to see the smile upon your face&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember all my life&lt;br /&gt;I found all I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;And I could not ask for more&lt;br /&gt;Looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all I need&lt;br /&gt;Everything you are is everything to me&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments&lt;br /&gt;I know heaven must exist&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments I know all I need is this&lt;br /&gt;I have all I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;And I could not ask for more&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more than this time together&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more than this time with you&lt;br /&gt;Every prayer has been answered&lt;br /&gt;Every dream I have's come true&lt;br /&gt;And right here in this moment is right where I'm meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Here with you here with me&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments I'll remember all my life&lt;br /&gt;I've got all I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;And I could not ask for more&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more than the love you give me&lt;br /&gt;'Coz it's all I've waited for&lt;br /&gt;And I could not ask for more&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115112231796468610?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115112231796468610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115112231796468610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115112231796468610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115112231796468610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/edwin-mccain-i-could-not-ask-for-more.html' title='Edwin McCain - I could not ask for more'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115089861740053319</id><published>2006-06-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:31.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction and appreciation</title><content type='html'>This post mostly related to the post by Pitt in the First Klang BB buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstklang_buzz.blogs.friendster.com/firstklangbuzz/2006/06/the_little_thin.html"&gt;The Little in Pesta and me. What about you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall talk about Peter a little before moving on. This guy was a Staff Sergeant in First Klang before serving as a Warrant Officer. He has been sacrificing a lot; time, money, and effort. We can see that every week in BB and he has never failed to show the passion he has for BB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back about the Drill Competition in Pesta where we got Fifth place. Peter, the main drill instructor has given a lot of credit to everyone, except for himself. Therefore, here I am, giving him the credit that he deserves. We could see, and it was obvious, that he came every Saturday and Sunday to train the boys for about 4 months before the competition. In every training, we never failed to see the desire he has to push the squad to the best shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the Drill Competition, I could see that he was really worried especially during the finals. I remember this conversation vividly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter : Hey, I think you better go and tell the boys to make sure they look smart; head level, legs 90 degrees, hands and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Me : *Also as worried. Chill la dey. Our job is done. Now it's all up to them. They will know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a pat on the back and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;Peter just gave me a smile and I know, deep in him, everything is wrong. Butterflies everywhere. All these will only happen to a guy when he has poured out almost everything for something. Peter did gave 100 % for this drill squad, or even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall touch on the boys. These guys boldly took on the 4 months of harsh training. No joke. The training sessions were tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_081.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The punishments, sunburns, pain and torture were paid off finally and I believe everyone is satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;All for this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02902.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize-giving.&lt;br /&gt;Standing (from left) : Joe (Commander), Aaron, Leshvind, Thamil, Chee Keat, Joel, Jason, Suggeshan, and Ravin.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom row(from left) : Wu Yan, Willis, Sharmraaj, Nicholas, Michael, Juan Wyn, Chee Han. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People behind the scenes should not feel left out. We know that everyone has done their part and that is what a team is for. All working as one for a common goal. Credits to everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONE TEAM ONE VISION!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115089861740053319?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115089861740053319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115089861740053319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115089861740053319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115089861740053319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/satisfaction-and-appreciation.html' title='Satisfaction and appreciation'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115054025166081287</id><published>2006-06-17T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:31.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst elaboration to a comment</title><content type='html'>It may not be the worst but to me, it is considered to be one of the worst. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having lunch with a bunch of friends after school. All guys. So you can expect what our topics are; football, school, and the very typical one, chicks. When we came to the topics of chicks, one of us talked about this girl, let's call her A. Out of no where, my friend, B which isn't in Form Six, said something that I least expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Hey, I heard you guys like A a lot. Apparently she's the prettiest wor.&lt;br /&gt;B      : She's pretty meh?&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Nola. I don't find her pretty. I just think that she's cute.&lt;br /&gt;B      : Yeah. Me too. I like her eyes. &lt;strong&gt;Feel like licking them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone : *shocked and speechless.&lt;br /&gt;B      : *looks around as if everything is normal.&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Hey guys, replay. B said " I like her eyes. Feel like licking them". What the hell? That sounded really, really wrong.&lt;br /&gt;B      : Huh? Ok what. What's wrong? I just said I feel like licking her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Lee : No dey. That really sounded wrong. Licking eyes really sound wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Me   : *Laughing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how badly can you like a person's eye till you want to lick them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115054025166081287?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115054025166081287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115054025166081287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115054025166081287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115054025166081287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/worst-elaboration-to-comment.html' title='Worst elaboration to a comment'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115037709164941393</id><published>2006-06-15T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:30.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Test</title><content type='html'>This is the time when most of us, students are busy studying and some might be preparing for exams. How timely, I received a forwarded mail on stress. Here are a few pictures that can reveal if you have stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/pic13829.sized.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/pic13829.sized.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/pic18662.sized.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/pic18662.sized.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/pic20851.sized.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/pic20851.sized.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you look at these pictures, you will find that the objects in these pictures are moving or rather like breathing. The faster the objects move, the higher the stress level you are in. Criminals or murderers find them moving like crazy while elderly people and kids find them perfectly still.&lt;br /&gt;*These pictures are not animated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe most of you will find them moving. I do agree that a little of stress is good but if you guys are working your ass off studying or working superbly hard, take time to chill out. Get some friends and go mamak-ing. Hit the gym, watch Fast and Furious : Tokyo Drift (I'm so going to watch this movie) or do anything at all to entertain yourself and relieve stress. This phrase can deliver a lot of meanings depending on how you interprete it. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, chill out and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115037709164941393?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115037709164941393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115037709164941393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115037709164941393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115037709164941393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/stress-test.html' title='Stress Test'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-115001914820868199</id><published>2006-06-11T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:29.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxers and Briefs</title><content type='html'>Undergarments. Well, for guys, they are more to giving us (guys) comfort and security to our beloved younger brother and his 2 partners; except for those who wear their pants so low in purpose to reveal their Renoma underwears. Underwear can be a fashion but heck, who wants to look at your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority of Malaysians, I believe, wear briefs. Briefs give a very secure feeling as it holds our brothers and friends very firmly. But, we have to make sure that we wear the right size of briefs. Wearing a tight one will cramp you-know-what and torture yourself. On the other hand, wearing a loose one will be like wearing nothing at all. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those who have larger brothers and friends will have a hard time wearing briefs. The space or compartment allocated for them will not be enough and thus, suffocates them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys who like a sense of freedom and space would prefer boxers. It is like wearing a small shorts and it doesn't hold anything. A guy wearing boxers will feel comfortable having his brother and partners free and able to feel the air. It's cooling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, boxers are more fashionable compared to briefs and they come in different patterns. E.G:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/boxers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/boxers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/H.U.-Boxers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/H.U.-Boxers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having tried both, I find boxers more appropriate to be worn when one goes to bed. That's when you can loosen up and rest well. But it is all about preference. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So guys, boxers or briefs? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-115001914820868199?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/115001914820868199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=115001914820868199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115001914820868199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/115001914820868199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/boxers-and-briefs.html' title='Boxers and Briefs'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-114969390504143410</id><published>2006-06-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:28.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We got Fifth!</title><content type='html'>We got fifth place in the 17th Pesta National Footdrill Competition. It may not sound great to you guys but it is particularly meaningful to all of us in The First Klang Company. We are a very young squad with inexperience trainers. Yet, we trained so hard till we achieve that. I'm so proud of the boys in the drill squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The members of the drill squad in navy blue uniforms and the trainers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/IMAGE_151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/IMAGE_151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the big news. I had a blast during the camp except for some badly organized events by the organizers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Selangor Contingent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The faces of the boys before the opening parade. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Selangor contingent in red and yellow tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tug-of-war during the inter-state games. Selangor got third!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The First Klang drill squad in action. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*My heart was pumping at 140 times per second or more as they perform. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cheerful faces of the First Klang members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02933.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Everyone in ceremonial uniform for the Review and Display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02923.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Band Competition Champion. First Johor Bahru Company. They are superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tension faces before the competition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02950.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The First Klang Band. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02957.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The treasure hunt in Sunway Pyramid. Imagine 2000 BB members in similar t-shirts running around that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liang performing during the beach party. 1 a.m. and Altered Frequency were there too. They really rocked the party.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/DSC02965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/DSC02965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Klang Company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-114969390504143410?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/114969390504143410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=114969390504143410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/114969390504143410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/114969390504143410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-got-fifth.html' title='We got Fifth!'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-114923981792916187</id><published>2006-06-02T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:28.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break</title><content type='html'>I'll be going for a national camp, known as Pesta 2006, in UM tomorrow and it will end next Wednesday. The First Klang Boys' Brigade is involved in drill, band, drill down, and singing competitions. Wish us luck! The boys have sacrificed a lot and I hope they will get the fruits of their labour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no updates in tyrone's dumpsite untill next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Till then, take care and bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13306772-114923981792916187?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/114923981792916187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=114923981792916187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/114923981792916187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/114923981792916187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/06/break.html' title='Break'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-114909144892729884</id><published>2006-05-31T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:27.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year old.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hauwei15.blogspot.com"&gt;www.hauwei15.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; is now a year old. In my very first post, &lt;a href="http://hauwei15.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_hauwei15_archive.html"&gt;http://hauwei15.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_hauwei15_archive.html&lt;/a&gt;, I mentioned something on this blog not being able to last long. And time flies, it's a year old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt I would be able to last this long without the support of you people. *trying to make this as touching as possible. Thanks for reading tyrone's dumpsite and making it alive as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/clip1-birthday2.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/clip1-birthday2.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Blows the candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Shouts out loud.. THANK YOU!!!&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/13306772-114909144892729884?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/114909144892729884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=114909144892729884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/114909144892729884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/114909144892729884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/05/year-old.html' title='A year old.'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13306772.post-114883096601782480</id><published>2006-05-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:48:20.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-factor</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when I walk into a shop to buy some stuff with lots of variety to choose from, I would find it hard to spot the one I like. Let's take a t-shirt as an example. I can shop for hours and can never find a t-shirt that I really, really like. Small little printings that I dislike can change my mind altogether, although I like the shirt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once I have an eye for something, I'll definitely get it or go obsessed over it. I may sound choosy but I feel that if I want something, why don't I get the one that I am really fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different matter, first glance can never give you a good judgement. I find that things are more attractive if you look at it differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am looking for the x-factor, in everything. Something so special or unique that attracts me and I think I've found one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/1600/lovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4722/1164/400/lovely.jpg" 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/13306772-114883096601782480?l=tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/feeds/114883096601782480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13306772&amp;postID=114883096601782480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/114883096601782480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13306772/posts/default/114883096601782480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tyronesdumpsite.blogspot.com/2006/05/x-factor.html' title='X-factor'/><author><name>tyrone</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916838377114743370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_iabqhd2P404/R-IexNhTKQI/AAAAAAAAAJs/oFy9eyfB-gM/S220/PB180065.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
