<?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-35471585</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:22:45.316-08:00</updated><category term='Beef Noodle'/><category term='Snippets'/><title type='text'>My Retarded Journey 2011</title><subtitle type='html'>Things Just Don't Go The Way You Want It</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2716214693504081726</id><published>2011-09-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:39:33.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for following this blog thus far (I know there aren't many of you). Many things have happened, both good and bad and soon things will fall into place, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last post I'll be posting up on this blog. After this my retarded journey will no longer be mine alone. So goodbye dear faithful and severely neglected blog. I shall miss thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-2716214693504081726?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2716214693504081726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2716214693504081726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2716214693504081726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2716214693504081726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/09/ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6012643760217114674</id><published>2011-06-30T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T08:07:00.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Pedestrians&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was recently woken up abruptly to run an errand that required me to drive - really fast. I was during that time that the morning traffic decided to be heavier that usual. It is also then when a&amp;nbsp;myriad&amp;nbsp;of pedestrians decide to come out. Interestingly enough, the way these pedestrians walk can symbolize quite a number of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Overly Cautious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &amp;nbsp;are those who need the road to be completely clear before being able to cross the road. These people wait and wait and sometimes miss out on an&amp;nbsp;opportune time to actually cross the road much earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Overly Reckless&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether the car is a mile or 20 yards away. When they decide to cross, they cross. They don't usually take too long to decide when to cross mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Jay-walkers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the ones that cross halfway, stops in the middle, waits for you to pass, and then continue to make their way across. What they don't realize is that motorcycles use the space hat they wait in to overtake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The "Now? Maybe now? NOW!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people have issues. They jump out to cross, scare the drivers half to death and then decide its to dangerous to cross and pulls back. Sometimes they don't do it once but many, many times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds a lot like the way people go through life doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well I'm at that bridge again, the love of my life has left me for the very same shore that separated us just a year ago. And her I find myself worrying again. Given, its not about the same thing, but it leads to the same thing - me being back in her arms, planning or future together once again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It all depends on my visa application and I really hope that it goes through sooner rather than later. Then there is the worry if it gets rejected altogether. Then there would be an issue. But as it is I'm trying to be patient through this very trying time. Waking up every morning feeling empty isn't an ideal way to start your morning after all isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know what most readers who would read this would be thinking - "Emo kid". Perhaps. But not without good reason. They tell you at the beginning of the relationship that both parties should be already happy individually before getting into a relationship. Only then will it last. What they didn't tell you is that after a long while together, you start depending on each other, much like how you depend on your right arm, your legs or even your eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To lose it after s long kinda leaves you&amp;nbsp;handicapped. But you do what you can for a promise of a better future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You survive. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-6012643760217114674?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6012643760217114674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6012643760217114674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6012643760217114674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6012643760217114674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/06/pedestrians-i-was-recently-woken-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1995302368968582126</id><published>2011-03-14T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:49:52.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;b&gt;All She Knows &lt;/b&gt;(Bruno Mars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Shadowed in the dark of night, I lay awake, listening to the fan cut through the air and silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Just an hour or so ago, I poured out my heart into an email that would probably have&amp;nbsp;repercussions of its own at a later date. But at least my stand is made. That being said, a road that is paved with good intentions will probably end in suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yet, most of us, myself included, are known to botch things up so badly that seemingly life-long bonds are broken. Why is it that good intentions hurt people so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I digressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Today is the last day I spend at my current company. I will start a new journey after that which would possibly end with me writing&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;I am truly passionate about, on a different continent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have to say the process hasn't been easy for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;On one hand, I go to a place that is better, more&amp;nbsp;labor&amp;nbsp;friendly, with lots more&amp;nbsp;opportunities. On the other, I'm leaving behind all I have built here, things that I treasure, and start all over again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's already set in stone, and I'm quite adamant about going but that doesn't&amp;nbsp;necessarily make it easier. I need help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Well here it goes! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1995302368968582126?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1995302368968582126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1995302368968582126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1995302368968582126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1995302368968582126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/listening-to-all-she-knows-bruno-mars.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6234453810271559819</id><published>2011-03-13T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T22:03:42.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Currently Listening to: &lt;b&gt;Use Somebody&lt;/b&gt; (Kings of Leon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Its not easy trying to do things that you've lost all interest in doing. No, I'm not talking about writing, I love writing too much. It's the conditions in which I'm writing in that is a kill joy. Now with that removed, laziness steps in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;That being said, I actually am having fun writing my last piece for the magazine. It has something to do with heroes and I guess it's quite a fun subject. I can't say that I haven't had fun working here. I will&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;miss most of the people here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Everything has been set in motion. It's probable that I won't be in the country by the end of the year. I have lots to take into account. One of it being my parents and the venture I am embarking on. I still fear for a lot of matters that have not been set in stone. Plans are done but it starts with a leap of faith.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Change is good. I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There is one other matter which weighs heavy on my mind.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be clear about one thing: These words ring from the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You can say all you want about not deserving to get hurt but when you hurt others, you deserve all the hurt you can get. I believe that somethings are never to be broken. You are not as innocent as you make yourself out to be, having used somebody (apt ain't it) and discard them when use is no longer required.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yeah, I know. I. Don't. Know. Period. And yeah I maybe don't. But I know there are better ways to go about it and I thought that you, a person I placed at a place of respect in my eyes, would know how to go about it. We looked up to you. But yeah. I. Don't. Know. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And bro (for the last time), You placed yourself as a source of comfort to him only to trample on his feelings. You were supposed to be a brother. Unbreakable codes were broken. Forget codes, it just wasn't an&amp;nbsp;honorable&amp;nbsp;way to do it. He trusted you, the least you could do was ask him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I stood up for you, in&amp;nbsp;earnest, because I believed in you. Because I thought you were a bro. I would have stood up for you till the day that I died. For the both of you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In both accounts I was wrong. I dunno why it's impacting me the way it is, but it is. So in that I cast the first stone, to the ground. I was quite upset when I set out to write this but it kinda dissolved, and my thoughts probably never mattered in the first place. Plus I don't think the stone deserves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Be clear. It not what you did, it's how you did it. I hope that your decision proves to be a fruitful one, for in exchange for it, memories will lay in the past. Today my ties are cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-6234453810271559819?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6234453810271559819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6234453810271559819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6234453810271559819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6234453810271559819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/currently-listening-to-use-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-848597810940170045</id><published>2011-03-10T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:41:19.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is possibly my last day in this particular hell hole. Can't say I'm not looking forward to it. After this ends, some real work begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a&amp;nbsp;certain&amp;nbsp;relief in freedom that not many can really explain. It was yesterday that some of the best advertising ideas came to me. The experiences I have had here has taught me so much. The people I met,why I should never forsake family (I've literally seen first hand what that can do) and how not to treat people working under you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I will be embarking on something I have really wanted to do for a long time. It'll be a painstaking process but at least I'll have it on my time without having to give up my life or soul. It would also be a great learning process before I get a change of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAFFA regular season starts in a week's time. Confidence is one thing, but injuries are currently&amp;nbsp;plaguing&amp;nbsp;our roster and I don't know how we'll far we'll go like this. We can't afford to lose anybody but I guess I am really looking forward to this season. My last as an active member of the Tridents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, this time next year, I'll be wearing pads and a helmet and wearing the number 31 instead. We'll see how it goes. Embassy here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-848597810940170045?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/848597810940170045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=848597810940170045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/848597810940170045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/848597810940170045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-is-possibly-my-last-day-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1004606309462220115</id><published>2011-03-01T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T01:42:24.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now listening to: Past My Shades - B.O.B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2011&lt;/b&gt;. A year of Exodus for me and those around me. A journeyman year for me personally, my wife, as we face life together, a new chapter for &amp;nbsp;my football team, The Tridents, as we go on the road to win a championship, and for many around me, this year marks a start of a new journey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;And like any journey, sacrifices have to be made. With my journey, moving to a place where I'm not all too comfortable, much sooner than even I expected, isn't some thing that I'm too thrilled about. Unfortunately, it is something that is necessary and something that is key to my future plans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The Exodus experience isn't something everyone goes through. In fact, very few get to experience some thing so life changing. I guess I'm lucky in that sense. On the flip side, I would have to leave the life that I am so accustomed to, behind. Friends, experiences and other things like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This time next year I may be padded up, playing full-contact football with the PIrates (possibly) rather than trying to win the MAFFA league here, as a Trident. The one thing that is making this very easy is work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Looking to the future, this is the move that will make or break my future. It has to work out I guess. I must succeed where others have failed. For the sake of my family. Trying to get things organized is quite tough. And it continues. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1004606309462220115?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1004606309462220115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1004606309462220115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1004606309462220115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1004606309462220115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/03/now-listening-to-past-my-shades-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8478883847914159529</id><published>2011-02-16T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T00:52:45.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been seven months since I actually logged on and attempted to blog. I guess now that I write for a living, the joy of writing has kinda diminished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current state: In a cold room, bundled up and sneezing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place itself is filled with tension so thick you can cut through it. Slamming this, throwing that. Yeah maybe it ain't that dramatic but it doesn't mean that the tension ain't real. I'm just bored with all the mood throwing. I don't like it but I guess I'm gonna have to live through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find more time for myself. I haven't done any photography projects in awhile and if I don't, I'm gonna lose touch. But My job doesn't really permit that. I need to figure out what is it I really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up Sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8478883847914159529?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8478883847914159529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8478883847914159529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8478883847914159529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8478883847914159529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-been-seven-months-since-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8493778218847422362</id><published>2010-06-02T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T02:36:54.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Whoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Check out all the cob-webs. It's been a really "long" time since I last penned my thoughts down eh?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Blows all the dust away*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Two flag-football tournaments and still nothing to show for it. Got a good team this year, just a bit in experienced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Oh and the referees screwed us over in 3 straight games)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;The game is still awesome though. I'll take some time to get stronger and better this off-season.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now on to more personal matters&lt;/b&gt;; No longer being single probably changes more than a man's wallet but also his outlook on life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Planning to get married is tough stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;And whats worst, I learned a long, long time ago that it never goes according to plan. This whole thing is made worst by the fact that we aren't even sure where we want to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Singapore is out of the question -&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;for now that is&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Australia - God knows I don't want to be there.But this decision is gonna probably rest with the missus.We'll see where this leads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;As most of y'all know. I've graduated. Bummed. Got hired. Quit. Got hired again and now writing sports&lt;b&gt;(yay!)&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Its actually for the youth weekly that I used to free-lance for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Previous job paid me peanuts, paid me late but the hours are really flexible =). But when you are surrounded by &lt;b&gt;(use you imagination and put word here)&lt;/b&gt;, it gets real hard and real boring - &lt;b&gt;REAL&lt;/b&gt; quick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Getting paid a week late also didn't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Since I started work, my parents have pulled all funds going into the &lt;b&gt;Kross Relief Fund&lt;/b&gt; so its been a little tough to get by without getting paid on time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Now I get paid a lot more with a car allowance. I get to write about sports and other events. It may not be ESPN/Star but its a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I'll keep you dudes updated aight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Kross&lt;b&gt; out&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8493778218847422362?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8493778218847422362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8493778218847422362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8493778218847422362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8493778218847422362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2010/06/whoa-check-out-all-cob-webs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-5705235827921258710</id><published>2008-09-20T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:37:02.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OVER!! Exams are OVER! And I am officially overkill. BEC probably killed me. Too early to tell but I may well be sitting for my first ever supplementary paper ate the beginning of my third year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got to start somewhere. But hey lets not kill chickens before they even hatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the exams, looking back in retrospective, this has to be the most challenging semester without question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean in term of hard the subjects are.. Well geez, it has to be challenging if you have a lecturer that is perpetually having a menstrual cycle on overdrive, another that comes into class and talks about his wife, kids and 102 girlfriends, and my personal favorite, the lecturer that teaches us by having us listen to student presentations and not tell us he is going to use those random journals for the exams. Whoop-dee-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taking of a part-time job, probably wasn't the wisest choice I made. Because of that, I saw how good people change for the worst. But in that process I did gain alot more from that loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being desperate for attention and affection is no good? Yeah I would say it isn't. But I'll just wait for the time I can go I told you so. As of now, I'll be ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo thats one more skill I acquired, to be ignorant. Opinions, no matter how right it is, is usually not welcomed. I learned this from church, from uni and from a select few of my "friends". People just don't want to hear that they have made a mistake. This thankfully, doesn't happen withing my close circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are good things happening as well though. A lot of it. Probably the reason why I can still smile at the end of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-5705235827921258710?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5705235827921258710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=5705235827921258710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5705235827921258710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5705235827921258710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/over-exams-are-over-and-i-am-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2248938176965612600</id><published>2008-08-06T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T09:13:39.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hanging Up the Green Apron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah people! Ya heard!? Its all true as of this time next month I shall no longer be a Starbucks Barista. I will tender my resignation in the coming days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason? Well something that was said last week - The fact that we just load ourself up with more responsibilities and even more responsibilities after that and later complain bout not having the time for oneself to relax - really got to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously it doesn't take long for me to come to the conclusion that amidst my ever growing assignment workload and church duties perhaps it is better I do not load myself with a side job which I took at a whim being backed by a university buddy who has some what changed for the worst since recent events and doesn't realize it (but who am I to judge her, its her life), with me not really needing the money much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. three days worth of deliberations and after seeking counsel with my inner circle of advisors I decided to call it quits today. I have to say I'm feeling quite good about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other inside factors, though none of them major factors, made it very much easier for me to come to this conclusion, however there are those who I will not forget during this lifetime and I hope they are blessed the way they have been a blessing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so with a slightly heavy heart and lifted burden from my back I prepare to  bid thee goodbye green apron, thou hast been funeth whileth  it lasteth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-2248938176965612600?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2248938176965612600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2248938176965612600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2248938176965612600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2248938176965612600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/hanging-up-green-apron-yeah-people-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-5844142713515959482</id><published>2008-08-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:17:13.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"A man's discernment often leads to him making a choice he doesn't want to make,"&lt;/em&gt; - Sypher 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is three things a man cannot escape; death, judgement and change. Lately changes have left me having to step out of my own comort zone and forcing me to take a wider view of the rosy picture I've painted for myself and I realize that where I dwell is but a place where a person like me has no place. Or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not name any names, though as tempted as I am to give these people a piece of my mind, has made me question certian things that go on in church. Question it so much in fact that I barely recognized that place anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some how things that God put in my life more recently forced me to take step further back to realized I'm not meant to drone on these things. I was given these gifts by God and as little as these gifts are, it is meant to glorify He who gave me the gifts. Yeah sounding a little happy clappy but its true, I get so wound up in my overthinking I forget the fundamentals of the faith which is to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so as of today no matter how much *blank* I go through this blog shall edify and not ridicule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-5844142713515959482?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5844142713515959482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=5844142713515959482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5844142713515959482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5844142713515959482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/mans-discernment-often-leads-to-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6436702098740243292</id><published>2008-06-12T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:43:44.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a long, LONG time since I last blogged so as you can tell I've turned to a hibernating blogger once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 reasons for this frequent phenomenon is that I am either...&lt;br /&gt;a) Too busy with my life to blog&lt;br /&gt;b) There is nothing worth blogging about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however I need to rant. This has been a bad week, somewhat. An this is a tale of two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Price of petrol has gone up. Agitated that Malaysians are so cheapskate that they have to clog up the highways and streets to get petrol before the price hike is such a Malaysian thing to do. And we say Singaporeans are 'Kia Su'. That was irritation number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritation number two is a person I shall call 'Queen'. Queen is a person who, I don't know how to put this...&lt;br /&gt;a) expects you to call him/her and asking him/her if he/she is car pulling with you the next day instead of calling you to inform you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b)Deems it his/her right to let you drive to his/her place the next morning, wasting your petrol (which has gone up in price by 40% mind you) and time just to find out you didn't have to pick him/her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or BOTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the second time. (Well he/she was sick the 1st time this happened so its forgiven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And has the cheek to ask "why am I always making him angry?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now suddenly he/she drives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is this, I'm not angry that he/she doesn't drive eventhough he/she can. Its the 'not informing me or another person in the carpool that you're not coming' part that irritates me. A simple sorry would suffice but I guess some people are above that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other major irritation happened today. You say something wrong, your friends/groupmates in good humour tease you about it and you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blow up (may be too strong a word) in their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then once you cool down, you ask a person that you scolded for no reason why is he/she sulking, and scold him/her again because he/she is angry at you for (insert matter stated earlier). Any apologies? Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair? Very I guess, by the world's standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I sound fickle but hey if you don't rant after being put in these situations and not by means of ignorance, gimme an e-mail, You can be my mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other stuff that annoy me is... Office politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no employee of the month, but I do my job and I do it somewhat well. But blaming me because I have other more pressing responsibilities (my church, my dog, my house) than going to some trip up in the highlands is a wee bit unfair. But owh well. Hate me all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its been quite a week. I'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-6436702098740243292?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6436702098740243292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6436702098740243292&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6436702098740243292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6436702098740243292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-long-long-time-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6445588140757914949</id><published>2008-05-13T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:41:33.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Video Blogging was a dumb idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a useless half wit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bangs head on table*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clueless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that may not be enough to sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, what do you call failing no matter how hard you try, many, many times?&lt;br /&gt;Answer? Pulling a Kelvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-6445588140757914949?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6445588140757914949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6445588140757914949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6445588140757914949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6445588140757914949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/video-blogging-was-dumb-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7205052950811506799</id><published>2008-05-12T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T06:55:20.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long, LONG time since the last update. This blog has somewhat died and to be quite frank I may not be updating as frequently as I used to. Picture and video blogging eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've finished my internship with The Star newspaper, a truly enlightening experience to the job market I've offered myself to. There is the good and the bad. I did not opt to extend and boy was I glad when it was over. I spent more money then I earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's B'day also passed. Many plans on that day. Poor planing for the last one, which seemed more like people trying to use us for transportation (Well I was notified of the time in the afternoon of that very day even though it has been planned for a week in advance. I only knew I had to pick people 3 hours before the event. You tell me). Baby was somewhat upset, I was furious. So I brought her out for shopping the next day for her presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week we had another B'day celebration with Jee and Whales (Jee confirmed my suspicions) and we watched the very first commercial screening of Iron Man in Sunway Pyramid. The show was highly enjoyable and It was nice to see baby enjoying herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the celebrations are over and I'm short of cash. So i took up a job as a barista. Doing well so far and I am enjoying it. Updates on the job soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to my personal ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE &lt;/strong&gt;is like a hollywood movie. Its always about a girl and things change at such a fast pace you wouldn't believe it. I'm going thru some major adjustments like returning to my duties in church and the ministry I serve in as well as nuturing a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of the relationship, it has not been all sweet roses. Still working on it and hopefully we'll get it right. Need to iron out these minor lump before the battle with time and distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things happened while I was away. Someone left, reasons are unknown to me still. All I know there was a breakdown involved. Why and how is still not known and I fear it will never be. This same person also slammed the phone on me after I declined his invertation to go out for supper due to Mother's Day practice. At mothers day practice more things happened which I will not mention here. Avoidable, people related 'mishaps' (I use mishaps because I cannot find a better word) which I may not understand completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they happen and still life goes on. The person who slammed the phone on me, has in the past caused me strife and I just don't indulge in his company anymore. Eventhough sorries have been said sometimes you forgive but you heart and mind doesn't let you forget. I think he knows how that feels now and I sympatize with him, its a sucky feeling. All the best to you in your soul searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked up to people, and often times I'm let down.  Because people are people I guess. My Dad always asked me, "If God was perfect why did he create something after his own likeness that isn't perfect?,". I think I'm slowly understanding why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well and life goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7205052950811506799?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7205052950811506799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7205052950811506799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7205052950811506799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7205052950811506799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-all-its-been-long-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7842514907006475574</id><published>2008-03-22T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T00:28:01.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time passes so slowly on days you want to leave early and you never have enough energy for the day you want to work late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, I never want to work late if not paid well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been talks of boicotting the Malaysian newspapers circulating through SMSs and e-mails because of unfair media coverage which usually favors the ruling party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well being a citizen alone I would so agree with that statement and would be one of the first to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a note to consider* - My arrogant and ignorant uncle says that he hasn't been reading the news papers for 6 months and instead comes over and sells my gullible mother rumors which validity is really unknown (My uncle's a tall tale kinda person, acts like he knows alot but really, knows squat). And my mom would buy it (my disliking for my Mom's choices are another thing altogether).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where are you gonna get your news?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet? Malaysiakini perhaps. A site, though giving Malaysians an alternative to news, is lop-sided towards the opposition and hell bent to goventment bashing in the way they write. We'll thats just my opinion. Maybe support the online versions of The Star, NST and the Sun? Give them a chance to start charging for it? Or just be as ignorant as my 'uncle'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm speaking as a person who has been in the media scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do not realize that The Star has been closed down for persuing investigative journalism and uncovering more than it should have. So fear to cross that line is still there. People are still trying to make a living. And the rest of the news publications are just learning from that mistake. Not to mention the political ties of newspaper companies and the segment parties of the ruling coalition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That what these people sending out those SMSs and e-mails don't understand. This not so free press is the doing of the ISA and OSA the PPPA all those As. Reporters are humans, with bills to pay, families to provide for, loans to pay for and etc. So get of you high horses and start bringing down the ISA, OSA and PPPA if you want a balanced press not boicot the newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a bad month for me. Within this month I've had financial, relationship, family and personal problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GF's phone was snatched earlier this month and recently had a boo-boo on the road. Had me worried sick. Had quarrels too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My income is not lving to the out put. I spend RM100 on petrol alone every week. Four weeks in a month makes the grand total RM400. My income is a measly 300 smacks. Tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah family problems. Mother dearest is at it again. in 1999 she shifted to Subang with out consulting me at least. And I had to live the the consequence. In 2004 I shifted to USJ 3 just because of feng shui talk between my cocker uncle and my mom buying all the, to me, hogwash. And again, the person who had to uproot everything and do heavy lifting, reschdule all activities be acuse of the heavy lifting is the father and the kids, naming ly the son, because he has teh muscles. And lets make it a third one. This year she said lets renovate. After hearing what the neighbours had said while comparing houses, she decided she didn't want to lose out. And after many sleepless nights&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; now I have to lift stuff, endure my mom's poor decisions and bad timing and all the holier than thou rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is like the BN govenment. More often then not, it doesn't deliver. Yeah, yeah, be grateful you wretch. I can almost hear some of the 'people' say. Well its not a sin to disagree you bunch of holy bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M and my man bro have been having problems of late. Again I feel their pain. Gossip mongers putting unneeded pressure on. I'm really angered by those douche bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh but there is good news. No one got killed and everyone is strengthened because of it. The month seems to be smoothing out. I've learned and become a better person. More understanding too I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to people who I least expected for supporting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja-ne. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7842514907006475574?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7842514907006475574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7842514907006475574&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7842514907006475574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7842514907006475574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-passes-so-slowly-on-days-you-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-4461111424053171788</id><published>2008-03-16T17:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:42:09.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the little wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a busy two weeks. I haven't had the chance to upload pictures let alone blog. I got tagged by eileen so I would have to do this. I don't usually do all these things but i really have no photos to blog with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;When you look into the mirror…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cracks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;When did you last saw someone picking their nose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked into the mirror? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;What are you doing now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually replying this nonsensical meme as I have nothing to do at work right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;What would be the best birthday present?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything from people I love would be good... I guess the present really doesn't matter. It the person i receive it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Who annoyed you recently?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I shall not name names as I want to keep the peace. Just note that Two-faced people disgust me. It worst if they have a tendency to back stab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Where did you meet your loved one? If you have yet to find, where do you plan to meet him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hall way of my university. Yeah I know lame right? I can't go like we bumped into each other while we were busy looking at the stars and we suddenly fell in love *cheese cheese cheese*. I live in reality unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;How will you use this meme for the benefit of mankind?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall benefit mankind by not tagging anyone and subjecting them to such torture. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-4461111424053171788?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4461111424053171788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=4461111424053171788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4461111424053171788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4461111424053171788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-of-little-wonders.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-3044725664368095177</id><published>2008-03-09T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T19:05:33.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Rocket Has Lauched&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The opposition has finally denied Barisan National 2/3 majority. As of today Kedah, Perak, Pulau Pinang and Selangor joins Kelantan, being ruled by opposition parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This interesting turn of events will give a chance to PKR and DAP to prove their worth. Quite frankly, being Chinese. I place no trust in PAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people have spoken. Lets see how the opposition does. Lets see whether the corruption level goes down. BN need to change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-3044725664368095177?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3044725664368095177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=3044725664368095177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3044725664368095177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3044725664368095177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/rocket-has-lauched-opposition-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8909017881993307411</id><published>2008-03-06T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:50:42.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ask Yourself...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I've had enough of the unfair advantage and low tactics deployed by BN.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ys1-KCr01Yw" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ask yourself what do you really want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you want good job prospects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eighty thousand Malaysian graduates are jobless (&lt;a href="http://pgoh13.free.fr/unemployable200305.php"&gt;New Sunday Times&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you want you family to be safe and well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shaline still missing and Nurin murdered. &lt;a href="http://www.nst.com.my/Wednesday/Frontpage/2127632/Article/index_html"&gt;NST&lt;/a&gt; reported that Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi said the number of serious crimes increased by 13.36 per cent nationwide last year, with gang robbery without the use of firearms rising by more than 159 per cent. HINDARF activists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you want your children to be prepared for the future?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A government survey in Malaysia finds most graduates unemployed are Malays with poor English language skills, irrelevant degrees. (&lt;a href="http://www.asianpacificpost.com/portal2/40288182079edd0101079fb57cb0001d.do.html"&gt;New Straits Times&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Top local universities are out of the top 100 worlds best list. Overtaken by Singapore and Australia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you want to be n a place where life is good, peaceful and stable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Petrol set to go up again. Food stuff prices also going up. Ridiculous taxation on imported items of superior quality to protect low quality Malaysian products. Proton for example. If other cars were not stapled with such a high tax tag, Proton wouldn't be able to compete. Unlike their Korean counterpart, Hyundai &amp;amp; SsangYong, who thrived under the competition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you want to make Malaysia better and stronger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are those overseas who still believe that Malaysia is a jungle country. I don't blame them. We have Datuk Zainudin Maidin, the Minister of 'Information' who stuttered so badly when being interviewed by Al-Jazeera that he made Jin look like an amature rapper. Not to mention he contradicted himself so many times when talking about democracy. Let this be known people, the democracy in Malaysia is like the Sultan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we have our sleeping Prime Minister. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This 8th of March what are you voting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The choice is in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So who are you voting for? This are some of the issues in Malaysia. There are so many others. Our former Prime Minister admitting to using the police to his own ends (throwing Anwar Ibrahim in jail), Petronas making 80 billion of nett revenue and petrol is still set for a rise and many more (Lingam and Pak Lah's nepotism practices).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barisan National have an unfair advantage of media and press coverage. Besides that they play dirty. Theresa Kok from DAP, an opposition party fell pray to a slanderous poster put up by Carol Chew, the BN candidate. Not only that, Hannah Yeoh was recently hit with vicious rumors that said she was pregnant. Low tactics deployed by a party desperate to hold on to power so that they can misuse the people again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So before you get taken in by those BN ads on TV and radio, remind yourself what you really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Free Malaysia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8909017881993307411?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8909017881993307411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8909017881993307411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8909017881993307411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8909017881993307411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/ask-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-4069736420025037970</id><published>2008-03-04T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:09:08.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Food Where History Lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last Saturday, Baby-V and I took a day trip down to Melaka to catch a friend of ours Chelle, who is performing at the GACC (forgot what it stood for but it has something to do with Games and Anime). This would be my second time attending such an event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well we were mostly there for the her performance only. Don't get me wrong, I love Anime and I am an avid gamer but bad cosplaying leaves little to be desired. I magine a round &lt;em&gt;Allen Walker&lt;/em&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/D.Gray-Man/"&gt;Dgray-man&lt;/a&gt;) or a fat and short &lt;em&gt;Sephiroth&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.ffonline.com/ff7/"&gt;Final Fantasy 7&lt;/a&gt;). Don't get me wrong, I admire their courage but it rather a kill joy. There are lots of cute, short and round Anime characters that would suit them better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were some good ones though. The Malaysian &lt;em&gt;Hardo Gay&lt;/em&gt; made an appearence. That dude is barking mad. But he was in character and we fitted the bill. Tall as hell. There were cute kimono girls here and there. Even the the Counter Terrorists team from CS made an appearence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The man who cosplays women made an appearence again. He does look like a girl. However, sticking true to my homophobic tendencies, I feel that its wrong that he should enjoy cross dressing so much. Also because of those tendencies I did not take any photos of the dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83e7uAwTFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Qw71TsdGlHQ/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174036664463412306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83e7uAwTFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Qw71TsdGlHQ/s200/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counter Terrorist win. They caught a terrorist! These guys are actually from gamers hideout. Dude I frequent that place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83e8OAwTGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0l9x-JrhLko/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174036673053346914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83e8OAwTGI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0l9x-JrhLko/s200/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gundam&lt;/em&gt; models on display in a room. If only I could break in... to take better close up. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83e8uAwTHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UnajYcHkFFk/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174036681643281522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83e8uAwTHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/UnajYcHkFFk/s200/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Chelle and the band Pg 168. These guys were tight. All the best persuing stardom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok so at this point we were already bored. So we decided to cruise the town is search of food. Forget the historical sites, show me the food! Though because of the time constraint and because we were without a guide, we only went to a few places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dv-AwTAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cL2Muv3nRmg/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174035363088321538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dv-AwTAI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cL2Muv3nRmg/s200/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cruising Melaka on Foot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dweAwTBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pPJ_rX7oejg/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174035371678256146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dweAwTBI/AAAAAAAAAJc/pPJ_rX7oejg/s200/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu Lean Fung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This place was awesome. The third place in my list of the best curry mee around. It only loses out to the one in Kajang and Sarawak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dxOAwTCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mX4NuipXLsE/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174035384563158050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dxOAwTCI/AAAAAAAAAJk/mX4NuipXLsE/s200/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oldschool Chinese Kopitiam. Making good noodles for generations. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dxeAwTDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Lw_gbYCcxHM/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174035388858125362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dxeAwTDI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Lw_gbYCcxHM/s200/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My bowl of noodles. Lots of chicken meat and potatoes. The curry actually tastes like curry! Its not the watered down version I get back in Subang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The noodles only costs RM2.50 for a small bowl and 3.50 for a big one. I felt that it was really a good price. And we found it while walking down the street looking for a place to eat coz we couldn't decide what to have for breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dx-AwTEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YzWBejyhO00/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174035397448059970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83dx-AwTEI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/YzWBejyhO00/s200/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shopping in &lt;em&gt;Jonka&lt;/em&gt; Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The girls absolutely loved this part of the trip. I have to say, I was impressed with what some of these shops had to offer. A gun shaped&lt;em&gt; lastik&lt;/em&gt; for rm5, a &lt;em&gt;kendo&lt;/em&gt; stick for RM10 and a wooden replica od a &lt;em&gt;katana&lt;/em&gt;. They even sold a bunch of really interesting souverneirs for a real low price... Well considering.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then came lunch....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83cheAwS7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/x8Wiv3CcFYA/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174034014468590514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83cheAwS7I/AAAAAAAAAIs/x8Wiv3CcFYA/s200/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ming &lt;em&gt;Satay&lt;/em&gt; House.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You cannot stop by Melaka and not go for pork &lt;em&gt;satay. &lt;/em&gt;At 50 cents a stick this &lt;em&gt;satay&lt;/em&gt; beats even the one in Kajang (&lt;em&gt;it overrated, really&lt;/em&gt;). Plus its pork. They even served Hong Kong Style drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83ciOAwS8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/nSot8-arFGU/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174034027353492418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83ciOAwS8I/AAAAAAAAAI0/nSot8-arFGU/s200/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Satay&lt;/em&gt;-man Can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then for desert...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We stopped by the cafe next door called Nadeje Cafe. Now this cafe was a classier establishment from the rest and it served a very interesting sorta dessert. Alcoholic cocktails are also cheaper here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83cjOAwS9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/X00JKNmRG5k/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174034044533361618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83cjOAwS9I/AAAAAAAAAI8/X00JKNmRG5k/s200/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CALPIS hibiscus tea soda. Or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Don't be fooled by the tea and soda. This baby had alcohol. A good dose of it. Not enough to knock a drinker like me out but it tasted good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now on to the desserts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83cjeAwS-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/YnKwRURpqiw/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174034048828328930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83cjeAwS-I/AAAAAAAAAJE/YnKwRURpqiw/s200/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Banana Chocolate Crepe cake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83cj-AwS_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/XaJ-zisbvkA/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174034057418263538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83cj-AwS_I/AAAAAAAAAJM/XaJ-zisbvkA/s200/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chocolate crepe cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its basically layers upon layers of crepe with cream seperating the layers. Tastes so good! To bad I haven't found any restauraunt of the same kind in KL. Can't compare.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well I have to get a better camera. The &lt;em&gt;Nikon Coolpix L3&lt;/em&gt; seems to blur out the picture with the slightest movement. Loads of other photos were ruined.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We went for Cendol and some onde-onde after that. The Cendol was so-so but the onde-onde was scrumptous. The gula Melaka melts in your mouth. After that we went to get the ever commercialized chicken rice balls for dinner to go. Wanted to go for the Hainan chicken rice mentioned by Sean but I wasn't sure which stall it was and so I didn't want to risk it. Plus It was getting late.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It rained cats and dogs as well. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well thats all folks. &lt;strong&gt;Ja-ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-4069736420025037970?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4069736420025037970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=4069736420025037970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4069736420025037970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4069736420025037970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/food-where-history-lies-last-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R83e7uAwTFI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Qw71TsdGlHQ/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-5031190191180090616</id><published>2008-03-02T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:04:17.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;On Friends Who, Like Wine, Grows Better With Age.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just highlight the one thing that might have been a frowner last Sunday, some idiot stole my baby's phone at the MIDVALLEY KTM station. This shall be know as the 'incident'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the weekend I was looking forward to the whole of last month. Celebrating the birthdays of 3 very important people to me outside my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Iain Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uJEzS5qhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SxHFR2PHNJc/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173379312547113490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uJEzS5qhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SxHFR2PHNJc/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The dude I consider the most 'GAY' straight guy ever and my best bud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Tan Jee Yee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uJFzS5qiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Uz201r36Xgs/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173379329726982690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uJFzS5qiI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Uz201r36Xgs/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The aspiring artist, and future writer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Pauline "WHALE" Wong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uIJjS5qcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q06V6IFAr0M/s1600-h/DSCN1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173378294639864258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uIJjS5qcI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q06V6IFAr0M/s320/DSCN1465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only person I can say I enjoy verbally abusing (She fights back mind you) and our resident goblok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well as you can see, I'm broke this month so you can write all your donation cheques to 'The Save a Resident Retard' foundation. All donations are highly appreciated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We ate at Chilli's Midvalley for Pauline and Jee's celebration. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Goodness, the portions are huge. I have to say that after the main course I was stuffed and could hardly eat anymore but some how I downed dessert, I'm so proud! Everything was well worth the money. I have to say that I was happy after that.  Here's what we had.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uIKTS5qdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Vgu2fqQVKoc/s1600-h/DSCN1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173378307524766162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uIKTS5qdI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Vgu2fqQVKoc/s320/DSCN1469.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what I had, the &lt;em&gt;Swiss Mushroom Burger. &lt;/em&gt;The burger was so huge and tall I had a problem getting a bite in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uILDS5qeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QaX9cmPEnzw/s1600-h/DSCN1471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173378320409668066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uILDS5qeI/AAAAAAAAAIE/QaX9cmPEnzw/s320/DSCN1471.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was what Jee had. The &lt;em&gt;Monteray Chicken&lt;/em&gt;. The chicken was packed up so well it was so hard to cut, but the meat was surprisingly tender. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uILjS5qfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cen9oY6dOlc/s1600-h/DSCN1474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173378328999602674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uILjS5qfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/cen9oY6dOlc/s320/DSCN1474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was what my baby had. I forgot the name. I will edit it in. She had such a hard time finishing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uILzS5qgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qxeSOdkS8-E/s1600-h/DSCN1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173378333294569986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uILzS5qgI/AAAAAAAAAIU/qxeSOdkS8-E/s320/DSCN1476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what &lt;em&gt;Whales&lt;/em&gt; had. &lt;em&gt;Lamb Shoulder Steak - Med Rare&lt;/em&gt;. So tender and juicy! The tastes was so good. The mash potatoes were some of the best I ever had. The fries were good too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well we got dessert on the house cause it was their birthday. Well they didn't want the staff to come out and sing to them, they said it was embarassing. I had other plans. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went of to tell a member of the staff to set a little somthing up to surprise them. It was spoilled when a waitress came to confirm the order with me infront of them. But it was good nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After that the girls went off to do what they do best. Shopping.  The guys went to the arcade where, I let the &lt;em&gt;Birthday Boy &lt;/em&gt;win (I'm denying that I suck so badly at arcade games LOL). Well we then called it a day after baby bought a pair of killer heels. 4-inches I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ok The KTM was late again! So of course the people piled up quite badly. Two guys of of them were not actually there to get on the train. Thats when the 'Incident' happened. The rush of people was so bad that I couldn't get out of the train to give chase to those idiots. Damn junkies. Be aware of a tall gay looking Malay man wearing a sholl and metallic pink &lt;em&gt;nike&lt;/em&gt;'s together with a short dweeb, also malay, with a hunched back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Luckily, baby kept her composure and immediately barred her phone. It was quite impossible to trace the phone so that was the least she could do, so that she'll get back both her number and credit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Still the day continues and we refused to let the  the incident put us down on such a good day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next was Iain's surprise party. A 20 year old celebrating his birthday at A&amp;amp;W. LOL. Funny ain't it? He actually has loads of younger siblings (by young I mean YOUNG). Well the surprise didn't really work coz it was spoiled when he spotted the lot of them at the restauraunt. Though he did get a surprise later, when we dunked him into the pool, with me dealing the final push (What are best buds for bro!). After that I sent a few people home and then spent some time with baby before going home.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here's to the silver lining being the larger portion of the day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy birthday guys! Cheers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ja-ne.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;br /&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/35471585-5031190191180090616?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5031190191180090616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=5031190191180090616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5031190191180090616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5031190191180090616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/03/on-friends-who-like-wine-grows-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8uJEzS5qhI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SxHFR2PHNJc/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7670344924030299878</id><published>2008-02-26T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:40:02.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hello people! Finally reformatted my computer and these are the Valentine's Day update. I'm sure most of you celebrated Valentine's and the rest of you celebrated Single's Awareness Day (S.A.D). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Went to One Utama to celebrate. It was a few days later so... we didn't celebrate it commercially like the rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S50QP906I/AAAAAAAAAGk/G-wx7rHcijA/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171462579494441890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S50QP906I/AAAAAAAAAGk/G-wx7rHcijA/s320/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Carl's Jr for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S50wP907I/AAAAAAAAAGs/SaZkNigUiSk/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171462588084376498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S50wP907I/AAAAAAAAAGs/SaZkNigUiSk/s320/DSC00503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I liked the chocolate fair's deco. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S51QP908I/AAAAAAAAAG0/9jMUMDwN7Z4/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171462596674311106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S51QP908I/AAAAAAAAAG0/9jMUMDwN7Z4/s320/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carl's Jr. Chilli Beef Fries. Awesome stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S51gP909I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WbGYC1LpiAw/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171462600969278418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S51gP909I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WbGYC1LpiAw/s320/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Portabello Mushroom Burger. It was huge!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S52AP90-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/UEOdPIAsiIs/s1600-h/DSC00506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171462609559213026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S52AP90-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/UEOdPIAsiIs/s320/DSC00506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After lunch I brought Baby-V to Bakerzin. She's always wanted to go there but we've never been there. So I'd thought I'd feed the dessert monster in the both of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S60gP90_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Szu1wCfWyRs/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171463683301037042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S60gP90_I/AAAAAAAAAHM/Szu1wCfWyRs/s320/DSC00509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S60wP91AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ow0XGdyKwUw/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171463687596004354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S60wP91AI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Ow0XGdyKwUw/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bakerzin's Coupe de Black Forest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S61QP91BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u6OsZL8TmKc/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171463696185938962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S61QP91BI/AAAAAAAAAHc/u6OsZL8TmKc/s320/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three tapas we ordered, kinda forgot the name.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the sweeties, we went to see the crawlies at the reptile fair. Well not much from that trip.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S61gP91CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3j61OddgCXo/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171463700480906274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S61gP91CI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3j61OddgCXo/s320/DSC00518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S62AP91DI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XlMx-czeMWY/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171463709070840882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S62AP91DI/AAAAAAAAAHs/XlMx-czeMWY/s320/DSC00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*hiss* *hiss*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ja-ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35471585-7670344924030299878?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7670344924030299878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7670344924030299878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7670344924030299878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7670344924030299878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-people-finally-reformatted-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R8S50QP906I/AAAAAAAAAGk/G-wx7rHcijA/s72-c/DSC00497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-788679334795725219</id><published>2008-02-14T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:24:14.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 days, 2 cancellations, 3 press realeases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, being in the crime desk is killing my passion for the art of journalism. Its been hard for me to cope as I'm more often than not left to struggle on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I'm getting the hang of it, the election hits. The police don't give you a heads up when they cancel PC's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit more of this and I might not want to come back to journalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jumper.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/12/11/jumper-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2007/12/11/jumper-poster-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies, I know Hayden Christensen is hot but the dude can't act. Jumper was left dry and isn't a movie with a wow factor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Rachel Bilson's acting wasn't too good. I wasn't impressed. However it must be hard for the movie to come right after the last movie I saw, Sweeny Todd, which was an awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about young David Rice who suddenly gets the power to teleport money, moving cars, double decker buses and a whole lot more. This was all done by fantastic special effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again there is a force on Earth that is so dense that it apparently can't be moved even by the movie's special effects. Christensen's wooden acting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is then hunted by his nemesis, a paladin, who a black man with white hair, Samuel L. Jackson. Well now we know why his movie choices have been bad (Snakes on a Plane and now this) , His head isn't getting enough nutrients his hair is turning white. Soon he won't have any hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/jumper1.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.slashfilm.com/wp/wp-content/images/jumper1.thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes the gift of being anywhere at anytime is a gift that only God should have. So he goes around killing all of them. "Your kind all trun evil sooner or later," then *STAB*. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow real cool Mr. Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did leave the movie wanting Hayden's power. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Teleports* Ja-ne.&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/35471585-788679334795725219?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/788679334795725219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=788679334795725219&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/788679334795725219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/788679334795725219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-days-2-cancellations-3-press.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-900170949449297739</id><published>2008-02-10T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:05:57.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody Was Kung Fu Dunking~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Lunar New Year holidays have ended! Back to work for me. But in light of the charitable spirit of CNY I decided to go support the basketball movie that was doomed to fail with my ever present partner in crime, Baby-V.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;action packed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;high kicking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;side spliting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNBELIEVABILY LAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;KUNG FU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; DUNK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://tmpc.com.tw/reel/img/kung-fu-dunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tmpc.com.tw/reel/img/kung-fu-dunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Featuring the forever stoned actor, Jay Chou. I had the choice to go see another movie by the master of Chinese comedy, Stephen Chow, but you would want watch that over and over again, so I'll just wait to visit my neighbourhood pirate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually one would comment about bad acting or bad storylines or both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well you can throw the storyline, character development, basically the entire show, out the window. The fact that Jay is a horrible actor was the saving grace. Just watching his facial expressions is comedy enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes and he made an 'act cute' pose. Oh you people could have sensed that it was only a matter of time be fore he did the whole 'clam' thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything else in that movie was nonsensical. There is no way in hell basketball is played in such a manner. After watching that, 'Shaolin Soccer' felt realistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay's character Fang Shi Jie is a orphaned misfit (its always a misfit) from a dysfuctional martial arts school. His original master died tragicly after freezing himself to death by his own 'Kung Fu' (dumb right!?). A few unfortunate events, unrealistic dunks, impossible shots and a 'time altering' Kung fu later he finds out that his father is the richest man in the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did loosely mimic the ever popular manga, Slam Dunk. Very loosely. If the rumors are correct, Takehiko Inoue was right to reject Kevin Chu from making it Slam Dunk the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I will give it one thing, it was funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*smirks* Ja-ne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-900170949449297739?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/900170949449297739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=900170949449297739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/900170949449297739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/900170949449297739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/everybody-was-kung-fu-dunking-lunar-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8077992027704915613</id><published>2008-02-09T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:05:45.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Doggy Dog Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet my dog. He's a mongrel quite cleverly disguised as labrador retriever. A smart and rather naughty one this one. Thank you Hafutota for the loyal companion, which as you can see, is growing  quite well. Carlsberg be it's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R66tyQP903I/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSKyp4mbW3E/s1600-h/Nicon+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165256901507535730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R66tyQP903I/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSKyp4mbW3E/s320/Nicon+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R66tygP904I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hFmjpKCBKgM/s1600-h/Nicon+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165256905802503042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R66tygP904I/AAAAAAAAAGU/hFmjpKCBKgM/s320/Nicon+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R66tywP905I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5pAYVGXYGXs/s1600-h/Nicon+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165256910097470354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R66tywP905I/AAAAAAAAAGc/5pAYVGXYGXs/s320/Nicon+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*stares* Ja-ne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8077992027704915613?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8077992027704915613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8077992027704915613&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8077992027704915613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8077992027704915613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/doggy-dog-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R66tyQP903I/AAAAAAAAAGM/WSKyp4mbW3E/s72-c/Nicon+008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7830871911768645137</id><published>2008-02-08T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T21:38:44.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gong Xi Fa Chai! Xing Nian Kuai Le!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings of prosperity and good fortune to all friends and readers, be you Chinese or just joining the festivities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm spending the Lunar New Year at home by myself.  Why so sad? I actually prefer this to the 'festivities' at my hometown. Thats a tale for another time. Work, work, is my excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written my yearly thank you post so I will do so now in the light of the current festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I'd like to thank Baby-V for all the support and love shes given me. Then there's Whales and Hafutota for being such good friends and  giving me words of wisdom (though the last one, I don't think I have it in me to do, Hafutota).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, to Mekz, HS, Ista, Kevin, Baiti, Arystle and IngYeen for making working at The Star so much more fun. See you guys on Monday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Shern Ming, Way and Jiian, a.k.a. The Bang Bros, for making basket ball in 19 more challenging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ksuan and PandaRae, thanks sistahz for all the good times and helping me through the bad. Iain and Mien, I thank you, for just being you. Iain, all the best in your pursuit of 'happyness'. It'll work out for the best. For you too Mien Mien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Stanley, thanks bro. I'm sorry that your trip back this time ain't filled with as many 'yam cha' sessions as we'd like. Maybe the next time. I pary the next time you come back, it'll be for good. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To JG all the best to you and you new leadership post, you'll do fine, you were a great second, so great in fact, you should be a leader. And the rest of NACL, I'll be back as your fearless and dim-witted leader soon enough, hang in there guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To UTAR Journalism class of June 2006, I send my thanks and greetings to all of you, till I see you guys after the internship period. I hope you people are doing ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those who have made this retarded journey of mine a little less retarded, I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja-ne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7830871911768645137?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7830871911768645137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7830871911768645137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7830871911768645137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7830871911768645137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/gong-xi-fa-chai-xing-nian-kuai-le.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2900023919817501762</id><published>2008-02-04T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:02:00.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Picture of the Seremban Trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Courtesy of Baby-V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Due to my camera not being able to take photos anymore and me forgetting to bring a camera to Seremban, I had to nick these pictures of Baby-V.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its only a few so enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60sYQP90yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/axwkKYTyNsg/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164833142854243106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60sYQP90yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/axwkKYTyNsg/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Traffic was pretty good going down to Seremban. However there was heavy rain on the way back. Real heavy. My new car's first outstation trip and it ran well for a 5 year-old car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60sZwP90zI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IshwL4JID0Q/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164833168624046898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60sZwP90zI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IshwL4JID0Q/s320/DSC00455.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where the magic is made. King's Beef House. Well it'll be unfair to call it only a noodlehouse coz' they have rice as well, but everything is beef so, 'Beef-house'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60sagP900I/AAAAAAAAAF0/gd6Pc3e0GJU/s1600-h/DSC00456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164833181508948802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60sagP900I/AAAAAAAAAF0/gd6Pc3e0GJU/s320/DSC00456.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A happy and contented kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60scAP901I/AAAAAAAAAF8/lwcj2OlQSz4/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164833207278752594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60scAP901I/AAAAAAAAAF8/lwcj2OlQSz4/s320/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iain (Rancor), Mien Mien (Just Hyper) and Caxton. Cax got a ticket, on a SUNDAY. In SEREMBAN. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60sdgP902I/AAAAAAAAAGE/fimGayo4Vxs/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164833233048556386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60sdgP902I/AAAAAAAAAGE/fimGayo4Vxs/s320/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Icy cold iced lemon tea. Awesome stuff. The prices were a wee bit expensive but worth every penny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Realiz that there isn't any pictures of the beef noodle? Its coz you need to go down there and try it yourself! Ita a row in front of the new The Store supermarket in Seremban. Go check it out. LOL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Now for funny quotes: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*A personal joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DKBJDRN7L._AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DKBJDRN7L._AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whales: (Points to TV playing God Of Gamblers 3, and says) "Choi san dou" (God Of Prosperity Cometh") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: Its Dou San(God of Gamblers) LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60q9gP90xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P2M-BLcwStM/s1600-h/DSC00452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164831583781114642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60q9gP90xI/AAAAAAAAAFc/P2M-BLcwStM/s320/DSC00452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me: WHY 318!?&lt;br /&gt;Babt-V: Why cannot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ja-ne. &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/35471585-2900023919817501762?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2900023919817501762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2900023919817501762&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2900023919817501762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2900023919817501762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/picture-of-seremban-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R60sYQP90yI/AAAAAAAAAFk/axwkKYTyNsg/s72-c/DSC00454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-9194072691258417639</id><published>2008-02-03T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T17:02:30.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh well you can defy it if you want to, I have tried. Though comparing yourself to Jesus (Wow you've got to be really holy, though Jesus never really belittled anybody) is low, even for you. Though my methods maybe crude I offer this advice sincerely and even so your pride is in the way (Yes comparing yourself to a DEITY does come off as a LITTLE pompous. Just a LITTLE..). So this shall be the last. I shall silence myself to deaf ears, blind eyes and closed minds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the free advise column. Thats the last I shall rant on the matter and the person. I hope what ever he chooses (in this matter its defiance and pride, which given, all of us have) sees him through (I seriously doubt it though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Sweeney Todd, the demon barber of fleet street is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand there is the gore, which is always a plus point to me. Then there is the intense acting of Depp and the cast. Then there is the witty and rather dark lyrics. Oh did I mention, the GORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an action, political, horror, thriller, comedy and drama all packed into one musical that was made into a movie. Fantastic stuff. The 'Mad Man' Burton and The 'Weirdo' Depp combination has yet to let me down. Plus I had good company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rather envious of Whale. LOl she got to cover 'Switchfoot' live in Malaysia. Gah! I am a fan of that band. Not a die hard fan but enough of a fan to get envious. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who said Switchfoot can't sing live... Appearently they did very well according to my other friends who went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seremban!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Noodles! Nuff said but I have to say more. The great fellowship was a bonus. LOL. I had 2 big bowls. Set me back Rm16 but worth it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and quotes to be published soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays Kiddos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-9194072691258417639?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9194072691258417639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=9194072691258417639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/9194072691258417639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/9194072691258417639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-well-you-can-defy-it-if-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-4390880822608606899</id><published>2008-02-01T16:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:33:13.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Gentle Reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To he-who-I-shall-not-name (sigh, AGAIN). Dude, Whales is like one of the only people who treats so well enough despite how you treat people, her included, but even now your pissing her off. Now, this is a few simple guidelines to, at least, keep that friendship between you at Whales. God knows I'm already annoyed with your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not belittle people's work just because your jealous of their byline even if you do it in a 'nice' way. It just proves that you have lots more to learn, like most of us. You DO NOT call it lucky, am-kong or any other word of that sort. Its still their work and the 'higher-ups' thinks that its good. Who are you to say other wise. A byline for a feature is a byline anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STEP 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not brag about stuff that 'almost' happen. Like your 'almost' frontpage byline. Things that 'almost' happened, didn't happen. No need to tell the world. Its like you craze recognition. That annoys people more often then not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just follow these 2 steps and you'd most probably still keep Whales as a friend, cause somehow, She can live with your other Self-Promoting habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be perfect but this is a sincere word of advice. I am not qualified to go any further than this. "Let the man who has not sinned cast the first stone". If I were to live by that principal, no one would ever tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Whales. You asked me to keep this under wraps but, enough is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Mekz, congratulations on your byline, the mouse really did bring you great blessing LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-4390880822608606899?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4390880822608606899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=4390880822608606899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4390880822608606899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4390880822608606899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/gentle-reminder.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1946672101288245184</id><published>2008-02-01T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:55:34.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 days. Thats how long it took for Jesus to rise again. Its also the amount of off days I get this week. It would be nice save for one damper, I have to sleep on the couch in the living room. Yes its true....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally been evicted outta my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notice was given a few days prior to the eviction as my room is to be given to Mr. Big Brick Wall. LOL. The construction from the front has moved to the back. The new look of my house porch now looks like a very badly designed mix of malay and chinese fusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they're tearing down the back wall which happens to be my room wall so I can't very well be sleeping there right? Who knows which sick bugger 'will go hump in the night'. Can't let that be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Clubbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 'almost' went clubbing again. 'Almost' coz we got lost and by the time we got there, it was 2 hours before my girlfriend's curfew was up. 2 hours worth of clubbing? Aih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also came to the realization I shouldn't go out with my girlfriend, if she picks up her friends. Excluding Em, the rest took a total of 2 hours to get ready. We (Baby V, Em, Eunice and me) even had time to have a nice long (and when I say long I mean LONG) dinner. Upon reaching their place we had to wait another half an hour. &lt;em&gt;Dashyat! &lt;/em&gt;They're girls anyways so.... What to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then (Coz I don't like being kept waiting for too long) most of the mood had already died off for me but I still wanted to spend time with V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the call came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh babe, we move to Maisons,". The song "We're in deep shit" Immidiately came to mind. Its a self composed song so don't bother looking it up. I for one don't like MAISONS anymore. Crowded like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached only two got out of the car and the rest went to Murni SS2. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans this week end is to meet up with Baby V and Whales and then Seremban on Sunday. BEEF NOODLE!!!!! Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1946672101288245184?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1946672101288245184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1946672101288245184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1946672101288245184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1946672101288245184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/02/3-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-465197640379810780</id><published>2008-01-29T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T22:18:59.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah! Lingam's case is on the frontpage, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't he just own up to his mistakes just like Soi Lek did? Then there won't be any 'hoo-haa' about it all. Even if it did cause a commotion, it wouldn't be as much as it is now.Its putting whats left of Malaysia's name to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again admitting to that case, would, in my opinion, not only cause him to go to jail but also brand the fourth Prime Minister as a "dirty fellow". That would shatter the dreams of "many" Malaysians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I don't see the end to this pointless case. Its like a game of never ending 'ping pong'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Vincent Tan and Ro. Lazar joined the blame game. And Anwar says there may be more videos to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Lingam has said that it may look like him and sound like him but it isn't him. Then he said he was drunk. then he said he was bragging!? Make up your mind man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon a new mental illness would be named after him. The "Lingam" Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-465197640379810780?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/465197640379810780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=465197640379810780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/465197640379810780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/465197640379810780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/gah-lingams-case-is-on-frontpage-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7837319141187130104</id><published>2008-01-27T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:44:16.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basketball has indeed been more fun with Shern Ming and Shern Way back in the fray. After a few months of not having much of an inside/outside battle (except for maybe Iain), basketball is fun and exciting once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duo known as the 'Bang Bro's' (due to their blood relations and aggresive inside play), unfortunately are going to leave. Soon. And what makes it worst is the fact that Iain is leaving as well. All within the 1st half of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the only people that can force out the best from these old bones. Sorry Randy, for all your bragging and smug looks, you crumbled under the pressure of my D and I'm an old man, proving once again that you aren't ready to play with the big boys yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys, have a safe trip. we'll run it again when you guys get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7837319141187130104?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7837319141187130104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7837319141187130104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7837319141187130104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7837319141187130104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/basketball-has-indeed-been-more-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-5503098143159546101</id><published>2008-01-27T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T17:14:42.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The blog has been revamped. How do you like the new do? Thanks to peero and Baby V for the artwork and the coding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-5503098143159546101?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5503098143159546101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=5503098143159546101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5503098143159546101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5503098143159546101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-has-been-revamped.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-9150346347004636390</id><published>2008-01-27T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T06:10:04.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BaozCatz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping for blank DVD's for Baby V's brother yesterday and we ended up getting the DVD's and an ornament for my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R5yPAUWfcxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/00dwkKZC1xw/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160156508685562642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R5yPAUWfcxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/00dwkKZC1xw/s320/DSC00413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if this symbolizes me this is most probably what would happen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R5yPhEWfcyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MRbKMY33t6A/s1600-h/DSC00411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160157071326278434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R5yPhEWfcyI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MRbKMY33t6A/s320/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite! Too yummy not to resist? More like so annoying! BITE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And spectators in the car would go....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R5yQO0WfczI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XXTqLTR-MOI/s1600-h/bear-swt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160157857305293618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R5yQO0WfczI/AAAAAAAAAFU/XXTqLTR-MOI/s320/bear-swt.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG!!! SO LAME! SOO LLAAAMMEEE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I apologize for the random-ness of this post. Feeling lame. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35471585-9150346347004636390?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9150346347004636390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=9150346347004636390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/9150346347004636390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/9150346347004636390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/baozcatz-went-shopping-for-blank-dvds.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/R5yPAUWfcxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/00dwkKZC1xw/s72-c/DSC00413.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8618134165153835367</id><published>2008-01-24T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:10:40.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my 1st byline. Yeah what, I've been waiting for. So how do I feel? Kinda sad. Its heavily edited and I wasn't actually expecting it. and I need to get a byline treat. Shoot. Why? Coz I'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to 'Campur Chart Goes Live' yesterday @ Laundry the Curve with Baby V and friends. Met up with Basil, Fabes and Ben (from the 'Pagi Show', formerly known as the 'Big Bang Breakfast Show').&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show featured artists like 'Silent Scream', 'Frequency Cannon' and some rap dude that I don't know. 'Silent Scream' was surprisingly impressive. FC unfotunately proved that they can't sing live well but props for the showmanship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8618134165153835367?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8618134165153835367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8618134165153835367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8618134165153835367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8618134165153835367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/yo-peeps-i-got-my-1st-byline.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2143846458983195694</id><published>2008-01-23T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T19:08:23.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the house at 7.30am, on a public holiday, to go to the office. I reached home at 11.30pm. Thats 16 hours of work! On a PUBLIC HOLIDAY!? And I don't get paid overtime or extra for it. Awesome ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially I was left in the office with nothing to do. Until about 6.00pm that is. Some idiot chose to run his car into a house at that time. In Selayang no less. SELAYANG!? I know where that is... IN MY DREAMS! I spent my childhood days there but I was never allowed to drive (DUH! Underage!). Best thing is its my 1st week in crime and I got a scolding for not knowing where Stadium Selayang Baru situated. Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is this, there was no set address given. WHAT!? You want us to go around searching? "Oh its near Selayang stadium" she says. It was about (insert LARGE digit here) km or more in the opposite direction. Luckly the crowd was easy to spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arriving, I found out that the house was filled with migrants. Migrants who can't speak English and Malay well (Say what!?Anybody a Nepalese Translator?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! Multiple plans got dashed on that day. I knew that it would happen one day but I didn't think it would be on a public holiday. Well at least they ran the story. Ja...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-2143846458983195694?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2143846458983195694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2143846458983195694&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2143846458983195694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2143846458983195694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/insane.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6116797332822552432</id><published>2008-01-22T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:29:36.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lingam stole all The Star's court reporters. They ran out of court reporters and they had to send two crime reporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price of a prank is high people, let me tell you that. The maid that sent anonymous SMSes to Sharlinie's father was at the court proceedings in the PJ majistret court yesterday and I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The maid could be jailed up to 9 years or fine or both. Quite a hefty price to pay right? On top of that she can't be bailed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its a public holiday again, and I'm working again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its unlike me but it comes with the job. I haven't had much time for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten a copy of David Tao's album, courtesy of baby V. David Tao has to be my favorite chinese artist. Make no mistake, I still can't understand much chinese, but his music is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-6116797332822552432?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6116797332822552432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6116797332822552432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6116797332822552432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6116797332822552432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/lingam-stole-all-stars-court-reporters.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-4290958449263445406</id><published>2008-01-21T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T17:22:11.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And it happens again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another T.K. byline! I am officially a fan. Makes me feel like I should work harder to get my first. I'm just a bag full of lazy bones. Oh well, congratz again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make out my 1st political post of the year. Its based on my opinion so it account for nothing but I'll write it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Selangor's dearest Menteri Besar, Datuk Dr. Khir Toyo said the 'dumbest' thing yet. This is how the article started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHAH ALAM: Selangor Mentri Besar Datuk Seri Dr. Mohd Khir Toyo Has called on Chinese and Indian voters in the state not to 'backstab' UMNO when making their choice during the next general elections.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What right does he have to say that? Malays get the biggest slice of the cake and they tell us not to choose against them (BN)? I'm sorry, but I know too many capable Malays to believe that they have to be protected. This is why Malaysia will never be really inhabited by Malaysians but just Malaysian Chinese, Indian and Malay. We will never be a country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audacity of of Khir Toyo doesn't stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We hope our Indian friends in the Ijok state constiteuncy will remember our (UMNO) loyalty and not run away from us during the next general election because of Hindraf," he said during the launch of Barisan National Youth and Puteri UMNO election machineries here yesterday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say WHAT!? Ok, I, for one, do not agree with the Hindraf movement but has he even given thought to why they went to Hindraf in the first place? If they were already happy with the way the government is ran, in my opinion, they would side with the ruling party instead of Hindraf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To our Chinese friends, too, we want to clearly tell not to &lt;strong&gt;main wayang&lt;/strong&gt; with us," he said adding the reminder was in view of the promises by Chinese voters in Ijok to back BN during the April by-election but who later voted against the coalition.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a sense of the Chinese sarcasm here. I know if a promise that person A made to me is broken, I am in no obligations to keep mine to person A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said the Chinese voters should not be fooled into thinking that the DAP could form a government in the state as a study by Barisan showed the coalition had the backing of 90% of voters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current government isn't all that great in my eyes. Why not try a new one? And if you have 90% of the population behind you why worry about those who want vote for DAP or PAS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our public figures are so, so funny. 1st, its ZAM with his RAP on Al-Jazeera, then its V.K. Lingam and now this? Well there are lots more but this are the ones I will name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately he is right. The majority is still made out of BN supporters, mostly Malay, and I don't blame them, they are well taken care off, but we can even out the parlimentary seats and hopefully it would give birth to a better Malaysia for all races.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-4290958449263445406?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4290958449263445406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=4290958449263445406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4290958449263445406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4290958449263445406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-it-happens-again-another-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1979059602922411554</id><published>2008-01-20T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T21:48:41.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had 2 days off but suprisingly I didn't get much rest over those 2 days. I had lost sleep because of my flu. I've suffered insomnia and a runny nose. Bah. Basketball also hasn't been as as good. I just haven't been performing. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, FGA USJ had their 1st YF of the year and the theme is "SILLY". Now one would think that we would have no problems being silly and we didn't disappoint. I however, was late. Yes I got called back after the senior reporter had a change of heart on the story, so I had to rush back and write it. Oh well the day ended well enough, went our foe a drink with baby V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulation to Noah and Sam for making it to the leaders circle. You guys make a leader proud. Soon one of you will be captian and the other a wing man. LOL. Funny ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is a special! Congratz T.K. on your frontpage byline in The Sun today. Awesome job! Talk about beating josh to the punch. Congratulations! Gambate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to work. See ya peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1979059602922411554?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1979059602922411554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1979059602922411554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1979059602922411554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1979059602922411554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-had-2-days-off-but-suprisingly-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1587579568908823078</id><published>2008-01-16T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:44:14.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what, I managed to provoke someone with this blog again. AGAIN!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so what am I going to to about it? I'm going to make it worst. My new years resolution is to not censor my blog. Its supposed to be my takes on life and what I think about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To he who I shall not name, dude you're so full of yourself. Well all know you have some amount of talent so please don't go telling me how good you are. I don't want to know. If there is something worth acknowledging I will do it. You don't have to seek it from me or anyone else. It annoys people. If you're good you don't have to tell anyone. It'll sound arrogant if you do. Trust me I'm not the only one who can't stand your bragging. Its laced with so much arrogance and ignorance it bothers me. You for one should know that pride come before a fall and man how far have you fallen. I mean, starting your own fan circle? And having the audacity to start your own fan circle. Man. People are supposed to start those for you. There are many times when I have hinted that you should stop, but you never seem to get it. I'm not even gonna start on how your jokes sometimes get people into trouble, but I guess that happens, some just more than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice change of the normal mundane day when I got to have dinner with not only Baby V but HafutotaJE and Whales. The reunion of the pointless study group. Caught up with how everybody else is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industrial training has been good. I meet te people I want to meet almost every other day and those I don't, I never do. Not yet at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a friend from so far back in the day. I knew this dude since I was 11. He's 2 years older and he was around The Star Tower for an interview. Extremely talented musican. A pastor's son. A real good friend. His hair is still as long as ever. Ian, its nice to see you again bro. Oh and congrats Lemuel and Melanie on the birth of your child. May God bless you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well gotta go. I got transfered to crime. Dead bodies! LOL&lt;br /&gt;See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1587579568908823078?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1587579568908823078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1587579568908823078&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1587579568908823078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1587579568908823078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/guess-what-i-managed-to-provoke-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-3341924433994579833</id><published>2008-01-13T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T23:43:30.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a new day and I wonder why in the world are the roads in KL so bloody confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an assignment in hotel Istana today. Its the opening of a nation wide seminar. And yes I got lost. I seriously need to get around Kuala Lumpur more. Well I got the 17 minites late so I guess I didn't miss much. Its not like the story would get published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fooled me once shame on you, Fooled me twice shame on me (or something like that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost on the way back again! I tell you KL motorists are maniacs. The motorcyclists especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get back to the office in one piece and finish writing my story. Sent it in to the senior I was supposed to anyways. I never seem to be able to report these kinda of events involving prominant political figures. Its such a bore. No offence to those who enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pauline's rat race starts today... good luck Whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few people I haven't heard from in a while. Things really do change but no matter, I guess I've changed as  well I no longer care as much. Maybe coz of the work time constraint and I'm seeing the person I need to see almost everyday before work so I'm pretty happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to do is play basketball. Its been such a long while. Well 3 days isn't exactly long but I want to play.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-3341924433994579833?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3341924433994579833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=3341924433994579833&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3341924433994579833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3341924433994579833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-new-day-and-i-wonder-why-in-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2045550082970755092</id><published>2008-01-12T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:51:20.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bylines, Parties and Maniacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happen lately so no updates. I was off from work the past 2 days and I'm bored of sitting infront of a computer, so I decided to go do some gaming and play some basketball. Having Ming back sure makes basketball more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with HafutotaJE last friday. The poor lad seems to be so tired. Well I guess it can be tiring when your doing  something you weren't expecting to do. He's a journalism student writing advertisements and copywriting stuff. A waste of a good writer, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bylines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, congratulations to O.H Sean on his first byline in the Sunday Star dated 13th Jan 2008. After all the hard work being put it, I guess it paid off. Congratz again man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for my first byline. I thought I would have gotten it last Friday but I didn't. Oh well I'll just have to wait for a little while more, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parties  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a party held by a friend of Baby V. Her small gathering turned out to be a full fledge party with DJ's and dance floor and all. The alcohol was free flowing as well. From wine to whisky to vodka, if you wanted it all you needed to do was to ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday girl, to my surprise is the girlfriend of Joshua who used to play basketball with me.  &lt;br /&gt;Well even though I could drink well, I wanted to control my intake. Managed to do that, somewhat. Chelle was stoning most of the party. Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maniacs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girl has been kidnapped. Why go for little girls? Sick people. Yes they are maniacs but the maniacs I'm talking about is not these kidnappers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has the police done so far? Hunt down the remenants of the sex DVD of a Minister who has gracefully stepped down, that what. Great way to waste money boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiots. All of them, Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they should be doing with their time is to be keeping an eye on these cases, solving them. Malaysia should be a safe country. For all the stupidity and unfairness of this country at least it was safe. Now, even that cannot be supplied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my parents are going to pull another switch that they do so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my new baby. A 5 year old Kenari Auto. The car is under my name, the loans is under my name and I most probably have to start paying for it once I start working and yet my sister is the one driving it. A girl who hasn't driven in donkey years is most definately going to wreck my car. And my father is going to brush it off, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you.... Je reçois des malades de cette famille. Ils apportent favoritisme à un tout autre niveau. Je veux quitter le plus tôt possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be saying that in anger but ... 21 years of the same thing.. I just don't know how long I can take this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-2045550082970755092?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2045550082970755092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2045550082970755092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2045550082970755092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2045550082970755092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/bylines-parties-and-maniacs.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2052759812124252273</id><published>2008-01-09T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T17:25:43.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The world is gonna end!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know why!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a public holiday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up early this morning was just torture to my entire being. It goes against the laziness I live for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm already in the office so, yeah, the world ends today. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope there is an assignment today. It'll be so dead boring if there wasn't. Yesterday was filled with chatting and manga reading. Shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-2052759812124252273?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2052759812124252273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2052759812124252273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2052759812124252273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2052759812124252273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/world-is-gonna-end-wanna-know-why-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8648778277649984188</id><published>2008-01-08T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:24:34.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Often times you'll have to pry yourself away from your small little window to see the bigger picture and other times you just don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its day 8 of working in the 'field'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, its lots of fun and it changes day but... I'm tired. and The news scene isn't one that is free, in a sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still 4 stories up so far so I'm not doing that bad but no byline yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into Kwong Han Huei yesterday. A fammiliar face is nice once in a while. He seems to be doing well. In fact he's gotten his byline already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll perservere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8648778277649984188?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8648778277649984188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8648778277649984188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8648778277649984188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8648778277649984188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/often-times-youll-have-to-pry-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-4222819831473769340</id><published>2008-01-07T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T17:24:10.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, life as a news journalist isn't as easy as I made it out to be. I knew about the late and erratic hours but unlike a feature story, everything has to be done within the day itself. Which means from the time the assignment is received to the time it is written, there is no time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I must admit if I had my long overdue car with me but alas. its gonna be a long day. More oil?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-4222819831473769340?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4222819831473769340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=4222819831473769340&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4222819831473769340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4222819831473769340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/well-life-as-news-journalist-isnt-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-5973286917431727272</id><published>2008-01-04T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:08:22.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year has just passed. There are many things I am greatful for. I dare say I am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However it has not been so with this blog. It seems that my thoughts are rather provoking to 'certain' people (Me? Provoke people!? Naww~) and so it has been left to rot here for a couple of months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here is a short update for you all (Big events only, shall we).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho-Ho-Ho! Santa loves his ho's. I saw this on a shirt while shopping with Baby V and her brother (correction, not Whales). Well this the season for your vocal chords to be worked to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute changes + Last minute practice + Lots of high notes to hit + Mediocre singer = No voice on performance day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. The horror. But the 'eleventh hour-ness' of the whole thing was what made it fun. Running up and down, 6 hours of practice, fumbling with words and definately the laughs. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a few good presents this Christmas. A new wardrobe, a new car and a treasure chest. Oh did I mention, A NEW CAR? Well its a second hand one but in good condition nonetheless. Its cause I start at The Star on the third of January, which was 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New years&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well new years eve was un eventful except for, maybe, Stan coming back (Haven't been hanging with him so far though. You know, Girl - factor, for both sides. LOL). On new years day, went out with Baby V for, well lots of stuff la. But that was in the night time. Rest of the day? Gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, first assignment. Second day, second assignment, first spike. First week, first Saturday shift. Over all, I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My OC's are awesome, as the deadline looms, you would want to stay away. I get to call the head editor, Datuk Wong Chun Wai, by his name. I had my first assignment published today. Good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did say it was supposed to be short. Well thats all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-5973286917431727272?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5973286917431727272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=5973286917431727272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5973286917431727272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5973286917431727272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-518661374593511456</id><published>2007-10-15T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:51:53.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am, at eight in the morning, trying to put in to words how I feel to no success. Its the start of a new semester and here I find myselt in this beat down old room of a computer lab, tapping down on the keyboard trying to find words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm usually not one for profound words and that could be the reason why I find this such a daunting task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm not too bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I have cut this blog of from the rest of the world. I guess its just me and a few of my brethren that actually take time to read what I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15 minutes of staring blankly at the screen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't find the words. Here's something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The essence of which buildeth and teareth down. Which giveth and taketh away. The ticking of the clock will show a 24 hour day but alas does any know when it will end? The end of time? Could the end really come to something that is eternal, which ticks one and one long after the last human's heart has already stopped beating? With time comes answers to questions profound but along with those answers come unexplainable question. But in all, one thing is for sure, in time comes death and death will come in time. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the only sure thing in a mortal man's life be something so dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I still can't find the words so I'll put it off till later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-518661374593511456?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/518661374593511456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=518661374593511456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/518661374593511456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/518661374593511456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/here-i-am-at-eight-in-morning-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-4068432105882941601</id><published>2007-10-03T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T04:48:30.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be times in life you wake up in the morning and you just thank God for that day. It doesn't happen a lot in my life but it still happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this semester, undoubtedly one of my most trying semesters so far, I had to rush a 4 person assignment alone, I got news that someone I care for alot is leaving, a church leader passed on, and a whole lot of adjustments to be made in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its during those times I realize how God really does His work. If you ask for patience, he gives you a chance to be patient (God knows what the Blob put me through this year), You ask for courage, He gives you a chance to be courageous, You ask for love, He gives you a chance to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If you pray to be rich be ready to work, If you pray for A's get ready to study and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the post,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exams, Kajang, Australia, Study Groups, Singledom, Work and Carlsberg.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exams.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its done and over with. The pre-results are out and I passed thank God! I really thought the Blob had done me in for one of my subjects. Its been a really tough year, not for only me but the rest of my hardworking classmates. The actually results will be aout later this month or early next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with the end of the vile examinations come the hearty celebrations. And we did it at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kajang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land flowing with satay and kuah kacang. Well woke up early that day to fetch V and then met up with Li-Mei and Bra-Man. After dropping Li-Mei at Pudu Bus station, to Kajang we flew.&lt;br /&gt;Bra drove at 160 km/h. Between that and the pumping Linkin Park Music in the background is a state of equilibrium. It really was a ride of a life time. God Knows a Proton can't push that limit without flying off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that the best curry mee in this vicinity can be found in Kajang. Wonders happen when you just keep it simple. The taste was superb! And the company even better. When i thought it couldn't get any better, along came lunch Sweet and savory stewed pork! Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well activities in between eating were Dota-ing (yes, I know I swore it off but...), some gaming on the PS2 and an extemely hilarious game of Lego Star Wars. J and Paul playing obviously. Then came Kajang satay. I have to say its over rated but nice non the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. This is one place that takes the people I I'm closest to away. My best friend is leaving for Australia soon if all goes well. There goes my last basketball kaki, (one already left). Haih. There is more but ... I'd rather not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Study Groups&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One would think that when you go to a study group you study. The four of us (J, Paul, V and me) have proved otherwise. Whoever who told you you need to study during a study group to pass your exams is lying! Well, don't take my advise literally okay. It only works on us. We had lots of ice creams , insults and coffee, not to mention, a particularly yellow stress ball. and we all passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singledom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well might as well make it official. I am no longer single. Yes, I now have a girlfriend. Its been going on for quite a while. Won't say any detail but just know I am a very happy and an extemely lucky man to have someone like her in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been working my butt off, these past few weeks. Filling the very empty holiday season. Gathered quite a bit of money collected.  Well I'm the set up crew for the CIBA vision fresh look roadshow around campuses and it pays a whopping 80 bucks and hour + free coloured contacts. I look nice with gray. Plus its just doing the set up and packing so its a pretty good deal. Will be working a week into the opening of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carlsberg &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one dog wrecking crew. And also my new loyal companion. yeah, he's my new dog. A mixed blood like I am, This dog has to be the most cunning and mischivious dog I know. I'm so proud.  Why Carlsberg? Well his coat of fur is golden with a stripe of white down the nose area. Kinda like a glass of beer no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats basicly my whole holiday and its coming to a close shortly. Time to go back to studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-4068432105882941601?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4068432105882941601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=4068432105882941601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4068432105882941601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4068432105882941601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts-there-will-be-times-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-235437351411006217</id><published>2007-08-24T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T08:35:01.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The end of an era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day I  rid myself of my last assignment. The assignment from hell, simply because i had the displeasure of having W in my group. I had too pull all nighters to finish the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot begin to express how glad I am to be handing this one up. Let me 1st thank Jerry for his help without which, it might never have finished. So happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I prepared a presentation that was very businesslike and I was ready to explain the simple design we had down to the very core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The it occured to me that I shouldn't try to hard. I took the notes I made and threw em' in the trash and I winged the presentation. Quite happy I did. I made class more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ( M, Boz, J, Paul and me) went to Berjaya Times square for some lunch and a session of stress relieving. One word. Arcade. I no longer can play arcade games very well. I got owned. Well it was enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was the even more enjoyable walk in the park. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-235437351411006217?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/235437351411006217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=235437351411006217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/235437351411006217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/235437351411006217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-of-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-5815334653045640992</id><published>2007-08-23T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:05:14.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Romance under a clear midnight sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He sits on a marble laced wooden chair in front of his trusty companion while he listens to the 'Goo goo Dolls' and delves into words to describe his inspiration, to describe how his life has change so dramatically within the short span of the minute hand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now he is living in his dreams. Dreams that he would want to last forever, if forever exsisted. But no matter what would come further on in life, this is one instance that he will remember, laying on a kiddie slide, holding his love's hand and sharing the beauty and majesty of a clear midnight sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The tale doesn't end here. It comes with time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you would be jumping to conclusions now. Continue jumping, its fun to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-5815334653045640992?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5815334653045640992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=5815334653045640992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5815334653045640992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5815334653045640992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/romance-under-clear-midnight-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8267853012223819257</id><published>2007-08-20T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T12:39:42.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snippets'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halt! My Heart Just Stopped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His palms are sweaty. A million thoughts still racing through his head. He never thought he'll have to do this now. Too soon? Too late? But no he couldn't just let her walk away. Not now, not ever. At least not without trying. He would have waited but circumstances aren't allowing it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He mind is pacing, filled with 'what ifs' and 'maybes'. His heart weak. Its just been too long since he has did this. He had planned long before but his mind just keeps jumping through his scattered thoughts he just couldn't get the words out. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One deep breath. Then another. Then another.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is collected now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His mouth begins to move. He utters every question carefully as it lead up to what he really wanted to ask her. Then, he took one big leap and asked. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And he waited for a response. After what seemed like an eternity it came.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Are you for real?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is a story for another time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8267853012223819257?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8267853012223819257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8267853012223819257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8267853012223819257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8267853012223819257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/halt-my-heart-just-stopped-his-palms.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7024147806950959178</id><published>2007-07-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:57:07.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She who is 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is loud. She is cheery. She's a rocker chick and she has no sense of direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and she's 17. And she's a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed 17th Birthday Tee Tze Mien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7024147806950959178?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7024147806950959178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7024147806950959178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7024147806950959178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7024147806950959178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/she-who-is-17.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-3687208088698600625</id><published>2007-07-30T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:43:47.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Discouraged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak the truth and you ask me to lie. I speak my mind and stifle my thoughts. I speak with no ill will and you somehow perceive it as such. What was written was merely self reflection. It would be clear, if only you look pass your shallow mind set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ye of so called experience and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly discouraged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-3687208088698600625?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3687208088698600625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=3687208088698600625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3687208088698600625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3687208088698600625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/discouraged-i-speak-truth-and-you-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6590914003584263838</id><published>2007-07-30T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:33:52.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Le Shadow Carnivale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh la la. UTAR ball nite 07. It was better than i could have ever expected. Kudos to the organizing commitee for a job well done. Well some of the pictures are poorly taken and some are even blur, I apologize, but its put there nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4d13kTguI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CK74EmKP8IM/s1600-h/100_3600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093041039889105634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4d13kTguI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CK74EmKP8IM/s320/100_3600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Tiffany&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4c-nkTgqI/AAAAAAAAADs/wO5qKuKfDHQ/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093040090701333154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4c-nkTgqI/AAAAAAAAADs/wO5qKuKfDHQ/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my Macha! Pui Yin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4c-3kTgrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C6l9ouo5Mvc/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093040094996300466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4c-3kTgrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C6l9ouo5Mvc/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and bear bear a.k.a. Yoke Fai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4c_XkTgsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nV-GFuwfvQU/s1600-h/HPIM6297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093040103586235074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4c_XkTgsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/nV-GFuwfvQU/s320/HPIM6297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Suet June. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4c_nkTgtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bc9_5WtyAt0/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093040107881202386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4c_nkTgtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bc9_5WtyAt0/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Vic. Sorry, none of our pics came out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4bqHkTgoI/AAAAAAAAADc/QNl-Yo8i0h8/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093038639002387074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4bqHkTgoI/AAAAAAAAADc/QNl-Yo8i0h8/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The awesome stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4bqXkTgpI/AAAAAAAAADk/uEZT3s23PwU/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093038643297354386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4bqXkTgpI/AAAAAAAAADk/uEZT3s23PwU/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4a7nkTgkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Uz_AUiM3O_w/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093037840138469954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4a7nkTgkI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Uz_AUiM3O_w/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friends from the braod casting class who also happen to be on the same table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4a73kTglI/AAAAAAAAADE/dBWruCA4g70/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093037844433437266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4a73kTglI/AAAAAAAAADE/dBWruCA4g70/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  There was a fashion show. Some awesome, over the top costumes were displayed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4a8HkTgmI/AAAAAAAAADM/4-bFyXNRUr0/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093037848728404578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4a8HkTgmI/AAAAAAAAADM/4-bFyXNRUr0/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4a8XkTgnI/AAAAAAAAADU/8583So6ooAU/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093037853023371890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4a8XkTgnI/AAAAAAAAADU/8583So6ooAU/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Phantom Myers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4aF3kTgjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sZIiebennR4/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093036916720501298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4aF3kTgjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sZIiebennR4/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shot of Camillia and friend (sorry didn't get your name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Photos were taken kinda late into the night and kinda lazily taken. None of our masks were displayed.&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/35471585-6590914003584263838?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6590914003584263838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6590914003584263838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6590914003584263838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6590914003584263838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/le-shadow-carnivale-ooh-la-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4d13kTguI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CK74EmKP8IM/s72-c/100_3600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7502354254935046194</id><published>2007-07-30T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:57:12.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Donating Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weeks back 4 of us (Cax, Kwah, Unc. E.T and me) went to donate blood. It was a rather funny incident but i'll just post the pictures. Cax and Kwah were first timers, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4WT3kTghI/AAAAAAAAACk/P6g5xjZ2OUA/s1600-h/DSC00453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093032759192158738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4WT3kTghI/AAAAAAAAACk/P6g5xjZ2OUA/s320/DSC00453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the waiting room with coffe and biscuits. Buat macam rumah sendiri!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4Wj3kTgiI/AAAAAAAAACs/SahWaC4luyw/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093033034070065698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4Wj3kTgiI/AAAAAAAAACs/SahWaC4luyw/s320/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The arms of the first timers. Never cry summore! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had fun for a good cause so its a wholly good experience, save for the nasty rash cax got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7502354254935046194?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7502354254935046194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7502354254935046194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7502354254935046194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7502354254935046194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-donating-blood-some-weeks-back-4-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rq4WT3kTghI/AAAAAAAAACk/P6g5xjZ2OUA/s72-c/DSC00453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1939056205242075009</id><published>2007-07-02T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:45:19.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolences to the Koh family on the passing of the late Dr. Koh Eng Kiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes a moment of silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This part has been removed as requested by "higher powers") &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S: I realize that words have lost the blogwar to the pictures. The words just couldn't match the fire power of the pictures. So I realize not many would read this. After this post, the only posts i will put up is that of pictures, and I don't take much so ... its gonna be slow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1939056205242075009?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1939056205242075009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1939056205242075009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1939056205242075009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1939056205242075009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-death.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-4064499404879761161</id><published>2007-06-29T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:12:05.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Stanley's return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the late nights roll! Stanley Ong is back. After a long hiatus of having late nights out, the valid reason has returned! Big Bro Stanley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game of choice this season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darts of the 301 open in/open out variety. None of us has enough skill to play a double in/out or anything of that sort. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramlee Burgers!&lt;br /&gt;Slop on the mayo and ketchup! Forget about what the meat tastes like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to watch Transfomers. Anybody wanna come with?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-4064499404879761161?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4064499404879761161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=4064499404879761161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4064499404879761161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4064499404879761161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-stanleys-return.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2317674438649396926</id><published>2007-06-25T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:06:59.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's always a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is based on a random thought. I was thinking about movies earlier and I realized something that almost all have in common. Unless its based on a religious event or a gay movie. In can be about pirates, murders, robots, people that fly, combust, behave like a spiders, turn green or have a multiple personality disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a girl. Well ninety nine percent of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl usually plays a pivotal role in the movie, if she isn't already the main character that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the source of the hero's strength, his downfall, his mistake, his inspiration or the reason he looses his mind. You know, after seeing all the movies in the world you'd think that guys can't live without women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a fact! Thats why God created women. So my questionto the guys is this...... When is the last time you appreaciated the woman you love? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming from a single guy! Irony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-2317674438649396926?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2317674438649396926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2317674438649396926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2317674438649396926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2317674438649396926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-always-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-59306213991528661</id><published>2007-06-25T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T18:30:27.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Being Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the way I because I am what God has made me. In the previous post (which I took off cause its kinda depressing) I was wondering, how my life would have been if I stayed there (Segambut).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that its not where I am that makes the difference. I'm just naturally like this (I could've turned out worst) and my life is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking in slow and easy. Thats important. Well for me at least. Work life ain't that easy (as my time at Astro has revealed) and I want to live my life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I think about it, the more I realize how lucky I am to be me. I wouldn't be much of a person to talk too if I was too serious. Well thats it for my emo/depressed moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEAR ME WORLD! I am Kelvin and I am Dysfunctional and proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to spew havoc on the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-59306213991528661?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/59306213991528661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=59306213991528661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/59306213991528661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/59306213991528661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-being-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-639743222639894463</id><published>2007-06-25T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:35:43.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On going down memory lane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well since I just turned 21 and I'm conforming to the picture blog thing and on somebody's request here is pictures of my evolution. Be ready to laugh your butt off....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One month old.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-B4osxRjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MiIfvUU_vr4/s1600-h/1months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079921714695063090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-B4osxRjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MiIfvUU_vr4/s320/1months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Laughing yet? Ah! but there's more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you scroll/look down you get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me at 6 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-CnIsxRkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gi1XbuyVESM/s1600-h/6months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079922513558980162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-CnIsxRkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/gi1XbuyVESM/s320/6months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying yet? Yes I looked better when I was younger, then I evolved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It began at ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 years old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079924347510015602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-ER4sxRnI/AAAAAAAAABU/biROGWpEC4o/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I was 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-EvYsxRoI/AAAAAAAAABc/6I9wcJEsRnE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079924854316156546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-EvYsxRoI/AAAAAAAAABc/6I9wcJEsRnE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now this post means something. Its taken with my late Grand-dad. I think the only role model my dad and I have in common.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-HF4sxRpI/AAAAAAAAABk/P5HRlGIuJ9Y/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079927439886468754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-HF4sxRpI/AAAAAAAAABk/P5HRlGIuJ9Y/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was taken so far back. When I was 6 I think. The one in front is my cousin that I haven't seen in so long. A teen already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-I7osxRqI/AAAAAAAAABs/mBYX7sUWmgc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079929462816065186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-I7osxRqI/AAAAAAAAABs/mBYX7sUWmgc/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was taken on my ninth birthday. WHAT WAS I DOING? or thinking for that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most probably wasn't thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-JvosxRrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jVRM4_FxzLg/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079930356169262770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-JvosxRrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jVRM4_FxzLg/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I miss being this tall! I was a head taller than most of my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was 11.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now it hits. You know what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;13 years old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-KdIsxRsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Uz_VZXd2hWE/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079931137853310658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-KdIsxRsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Uz_VZXd2hWE/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;These guys were my best friends for a good part of my teenage life. Until I lost contact. If you guys happen to see this drop a msg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;15 years old - PMR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-LRosxRtI/AAAAAAAAACE/xcWExm4v0Z4/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079932039796442834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-LRosxRtI/AAAAAAAAACE/xcWExm4v0Z4/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;16 years of life. The last time I hung out with Ian and Josh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-LiYsxRuI/AAAAAAAAACM/QXUqQ6Ff5ig/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079932327559251682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-LiYsxRuI/AAAAAAAAACM/QXUqQ6Ff5ig/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then I turned 17 and the rest I shall not enclose anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-MbYsxRvI/AAAAAAAAACU/1BtJqw-rgWY/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079933306811795186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-MbYsxRvI/AAAAAAAAACU/1BtJqw-rgWY/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all. Hope you guys are still alive from all that laughing. Its been a good 21 years. Very good indeed. The 2 people I have to thank.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-NIIsxRwI/AAAAAAAAACc/peuAF8xoAbY/s1600-h/mom+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079934075610941186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-NIIsxRwI/AAAAAAAAACc/peuAF8xoAbY/s320/mom+and+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back when my dad still looked good (He was into the whole LALA thing. Bell Bottoms and tight shirts).. my mom still looks pretty much the same. Looks a little bit older maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-639743222639894463?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/639743222639894463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=639743222639894463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/639743222639894463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/639743222639894463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-going-down-memory-lane.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/Rn-B4osxRjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/MiIfvUU_vr4/s72-c/1months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-994981333496765306</id><published>2007-06-24T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T06:21:51.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On good days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been good. It didn't start out the way I wanted it to but it was good. I'm happy to say the least. Spirits are back up from yesterday. I kinda lost my head worrying about something that I have no say or no chance to change. I vented it out that night and I'm back, the same old fatso I was and dead proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some balling this evening. Didn't win all of my games but I played well. Even did some trash talking for the last game! (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry Iain! Didn't mean a word&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Before that I went to Secret Recipe to get a cake. Chocolate banana! Makes any cake in Subang seem second rate. Before that, Rally 07 practice. Things are shaping up to be rather 'interesting'. I say that with every sense of the word. Proud of Barry, C. Ngiam and Inez. They all did good. Was supposed to go out with my boys this afternoon. Didn't happen. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about having chances and not taking them. Some people have a clear cut chance of achieving what they want. And yet they don't take it. Why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its important to just take the chance that is given and grab life by the neck. Need to say I love you to someone? Say it! Need to ask for the forgiveness of sins? (everyone needs that. Jesus is the way to go people) Pray it. Don't wait. Need to say sorry? Now is the time. You might regret it. Most of the time, you will. Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-994981333496765306?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/994981333496765306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=994981333496765306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/994981333496765306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/994981333496765306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-good-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2122516642774241675</id><published>2007-06-20T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:38:15.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm SICK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How I resent being sick. Body feels helpless. Doesn't even want to get up. I need to get better and I need to do it soon. Assignments piling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But when everything seems DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;There is always SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NONSENSE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Too TRIP you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRpekMDh_5U"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRpekMDh_5U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For more nonsense visit &lt;a href="http://www.nonsensetrip.com/"&gt;http://www.nonsensetrip.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-2122516642774241675?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2122516642774241675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2122516642774241675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2122516642774241675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2122516642774241675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-sick-how-i-resent-being-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8858593453416623061</id><published>2007-06-17T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T19:54:20.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnXwEosxRiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I8Ki_JV7hAQ/s1600-h/DSC00434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077228117365442082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnXwEosxRiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I8Ki_JV7hAQ/s320/DSC00434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word of thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to thank a few people that helped make my life a whole lot easier while preparing for Father's Day service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, let me thank God. No major setbacks happened. After the game show idea was scraped we managed to come up with a whole new idea fairly quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rancor, Li Teng and Cax for helping with almost every single aspect of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nezu and Jess for their help with the backdrop. I would have died getting the right estimations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon for his help with the video. Awesome stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess, Ee leen and Tze Mien with the wrapping of the gifts. In such a short time I might add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The worship team OHP personel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The church admin for all the cash forwards given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to anyone I might have forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8858593453416623061?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8858593453416623061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8858593453416623061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8858593453416623061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8858593453416623061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/word-of-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnXwEosxRiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/I8Ki_JV7hAQ/s72-c/DSC00434.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2501207074468044018</id><published>2007-06-17T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T09:00:28.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had loads of time to kill before dinner so I grabed a pen and started thinking of something to write. Surprise surprise, something emo. Not all that good, just something simple. Have to practice more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnVWZ4sxRhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Fbdtjk54sgg/s1600-h/DSC00263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077059157646984722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnVWZ4sxRhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Fbdtjk54sgg/s320/DSC00263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Admiration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beauty to be admired,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be cherished,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And adored, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For such beauty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are the rarest kind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It fills your heart,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With strong emotions,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of Love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of Greatfulness, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And of Joy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is Your beauty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture was taken with a SonyE W810 walkman phone 1.3 MP.(nice?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/35471585-2501207074468044018?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2501207074468044018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2501207074468044018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2501207074468044018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2501207074468044018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-had-loads-of-time-to-kill-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnVWZ4sxRhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Fbdtjk54sgg/s72-c/DSC00263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-3295510053069385816</id><published>2007-06-16T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:06:51.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On 愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;気づかない人を愛することは苦痛である場合もある。 しかし苦痛が価値があること彼女の微笑を見るため、公正な感じ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-3295510053069385816?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3295510053069385816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=3295510053069385816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3295510053069385816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3295510053069385816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/on.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8555973447638786886</id><published>2007-06-16T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:00:17.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnTM2IsxRgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ltn-BztRIk4/s1600-h/100_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076907910373656066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnTM2IsxRgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ltn-BztRIk4/s320/100_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the greatest living man in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8555973447638786886?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8555973447638786886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8555973447638786886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8555973447638786886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8555973447638786886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-fathers-day-to-greatest-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnTM2IsxRgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Ltn-BztRIk4/s72-c/100_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1067000815026199619</id><published>2007-06-15T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T23:13:23.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On being 21 and grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you heard right. I'm no longer twenteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 years of being alive. 21 years of joy, tears, learning and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank all of you people (you know who you are) who has made this retarded journey I call life so much more colourful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Danke, Arigatou, Nandri, Xie Xie, Terima Kasih.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1067000815026199619?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1067000815026199619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1067000815026199619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1067000815026199619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1067000815026199619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-being-21-and-grateful.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1959632720316646001</id><published>2007-06-15T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T22:55:32.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnN6yYsxRfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JQ9WAr_0kNU/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076536211018958322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnN6yYsxRfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JQ9WAr_0kNU/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need I say more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1959632720316646001?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1959632720316646001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1959632720316646001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1959632720316646001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1959632720316646001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-cam-whoring.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RnN6yYsxRfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/JQ9WAr_0kNU/s72-c/DSC00203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-3702832072756687548</id><published>2007-06-12T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T08:38:16.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the freedom of speech and being blunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the freedom if speech is the 'Holy Grail' of the Malaysian journalistic scene cause its almost impossible to attain. Note that I didn't say impossible. Its moving towards that but it still has quite a big barricade still, although more freedom has indeed been given. The media can be the rise and the fall of a person. I for one truly believe that the press should have the freedome to investigate anything, government included. But its not gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being blunt. Thats how I approach almost everything. Well uptill a year back. I'm conforming to the world, I know. But often times people can't handle the truth. So why give the truth to people who can handle it. They'll just get mad about it anyway and you might end up hurting someone cause not every one has a big heart. Even a big heart has limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say if you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything. They left out "even if it is the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very tempted to type something that is true but really, really mean at the same time. I didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I was conforming to the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be wondering why am I posting something so politically provocative. Well maybe not 'so' but its politically provocative to an extent at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the papers said that blogs will never influence the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the new age of blogging filled with just the showing off of photos (no offence to the picture loving bloggers) and very little word value its really no surprise. Blogging in the hands of a few Martin Luther Kings, a few Winston Churchhills, I believe it can be a great impact on society. So I'm going to dedicate some time to writing a few entries like this one. not all but may be 1 post in 4 or 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-3702832072756687548?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3702832072756687548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=3702832072756687548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3702832072756687548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3702832072756687548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-freedom-of-speech-and-being-blunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1671933527461276786</id><published>2007-06-11T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:40:17.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the lack of good blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I for one think my previous blogskin has a theme thats unbecoming of me. In what way? Thats for you to figure out. But you'll have to do that on your own effor cause I have changed the layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well while hunting for blogskins I found that all the blogskins I browsed through were either too girly or really ugly. And trust me I went through quite a bit. Maybe I'm just not good at looking for blogskins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to blogger and got a minima scheme. Blue, You can't go wrong with blue. Its cliche I know bur hey, I'm a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on other things. Namingly gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Playstation 2 to the PC. Right now I'm playing this awesome Strategy game titled, Warhammer 40000: Dawn Of War, Dark Crusade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000FN9NHS.02._SS400_SCLZZZZZZZ_V39981396_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000FN9NHS.02._SS400_SCLZZZZZZZ_V39981396_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is set in the future on the planet Kronos. It features a few races that seem to be the futuristic fantasy characters. It has good game play, graphics and not that bad a story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats all for now more updates and upgrades to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1671933527461276786?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1671933527461276786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1671933527461276786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1671933527461276786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1671933527461276786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-lack-of-good-blogskins.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6577041117032295112</id><published>2007-05-25T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T17:23:09.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was reminded of Bayu Beach Resort yesterday. Lots of fond memories of that place. That also happenes to be the place I first met Elysha way back when i was much, much younger (If my memeory serves me right that is. Its been failing me quite frequently). It also reminded me of Canaan Church. I haven't seen my friends from that area in a long, long while. Ah, memories. Things are less complicated then than they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder would I still be the same person I am today if I had decided differently on some of the decision I had to make in my life. Might I have been better? Or worst perhaps? Life has a lot of variables that one cannot fully work out the outcome I guess. And I don't think I turned out that bad. I have my short comings but so far I'm very happy with my life and the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, could it have been better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't actually think so. (I could do better at Uni tho =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp! Camp!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-6577041117032295112?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6577041117032295112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6577041117032295112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6577041117032295112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6577041117032295112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-reminded-of-bayu-beach-resort.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7103287035420817700</id><published>2007-05-20T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T08:00:34.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can find all kinds of funny things about "yourself" on the net. Well at least what a computer thinks anyway. Here is one about my birthday. Its coming up by the way! *Hint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: June 15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is a natural progression from friendship. You are almost always friends first.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are loyal, steady, and honest. You are not a cheater or even much of a flirt.&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to stay friends with your ex... and open to rekindling something in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 6th, 15th, and 24th of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's the stupid thing, how can a person have four true loves? And man, 6 times?(dude! I must be stupid). I can flirt pretty well okay! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7103287035420817700?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7103287035420817700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7103287035420817700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7103287035420817700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7103287035420817700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-can-find-all-kinds-of-funny-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-9157317187659049448</id><published>2007-05-09T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T08:16:53.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its a good week. Man Utd are champs. My college escape act is almost done. I don't need to see that bias lecturer anymore. I got my laptop (YAY! 2gb RAM~). I waited for so long and its a nice bonus. Gaming has been fun too. Working on a facelift for the blog. It might happen, it might not. Movie day is tomorrow! This week is good indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with an old friend today. We had breakfast in Damansara. Indeed an eye opener to me. He has changed so much. He has hardened hin heart. Hardly trusts anyone anymore. The people you keep around you has an effect on the person you are. I spent some time in the evening re-evaluating the relationships I have around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to something totally unrelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes. The windows to your soul. I feel they say alot about you.  Some are warm, some are confident. Some can be vicious, some, manic. So watch what you say with your eyes. They expose you more than you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-9157317187659049448?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/9157317187659049448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=9157317187659049448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/9157317187659049448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/9157317187659049448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-good-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7896944622029893035</id><published>2007-05-08T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:03:20.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RkEddKLLsqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qRyAMZfgbvI/s1600-h/alq_bf01a%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062359842925818530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RkEddKLLsqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qRyAMZfgbvI/s320/alq_bf01a%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Path Never Taken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Illustrations Courtesy of Granada Espada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7896944622029893035?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7896944622029893035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7896944622029893035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7896944622029893035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7896944622029893035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/path-never-taken-illustrations-courtesy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pU6vQkkCeto/RkEddKLLsqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qRyAMZfgbvI/s72-c/alq_bf01a%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6754156513291967924</id><published>2007-05-02T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T19:07:24.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Khinzir Liar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fun day yesterday. I spent a day with Iain and Tze Mien (Haha!). Went to the movies. Well Cineleisure to be exact. Well since Spiderman 3 was sold out (AGAIN!), we went to see Wild Hogs. I cannot remember the last time I laughed so hard. Good movie. Solid comedy cast of Tim Allen (Home Improvement), John Travolta (Ghost Rider, Be Cool), Martin Lawrence (Big Momma's House, Bad Boys) and another dude I don't recognize, but good nontheless, its a must watch. So many movies to watch so little time. Blades of Glory, Fantastic Four, Spiderman, Pirates, So, SO many more! Bleh luckily my last paper is today. 1 month off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well ADUN cup is starting this Saturday night. Haven't played in a game this big in a while. getting kinda jittery. The weather is not helping to. Bleh! Well off to the cafeteria!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-6754156513291967924?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6754156513291967924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6754156513291967924&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6754156513291967924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6754156513291967924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/khinzir-liar-had-fun-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1869673706871574975</id><published>2007-05-02T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T18:55:25.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fear ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I saw alot of blogs with the tarot card on them. I fell in love with the illustration so I decided to take the quiz up. I didn't understand some of the questions so I "hentam" a few. The results is shocking. Well not actually. All of you fear me! For I am the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Devil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I laughed myself silly! I am a man of "money or erotic power, agressive, controling or just persuasive". Persuasive maybe, but "erotic power"? "Controling"? I can't control anything. Too playful to control nuts. Ambitious, yeah that about right. I don't believe in this stuff but this really gave me a good laugh. Go find out what tarot card you are. Drop me msg is you are a fellow devil or worse, death. I'll laugh with you. The illustration is nice though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1869673706871574975?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1869673706871574975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1869673706871574975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1869673706871574975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1869673706871574975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/fear-me-well-i-saw-alot-of-blogs-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8991084756368163393</id><published>2007-04-25T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T09:56:20.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I have done my good deed for the week. Now I hope it doesn't backfire on me. Four hours. Quite a long wait. But I guess it'll be worth the wait. Lets see how it goes. Should be ok, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are leaving me in the state of emo-ness.  Well I know it comes and goes but one tends to wonder. All this helping others, when will it be time to help myself. Its not that I'm incapable. Picky perhaps? That or maybe I'm just scared. Well its not like she's giving me the time of day. Bleh. Dr. Phil I need you!....... NOT!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I'm not selling myself short, picking anything that comes by (like a few people I know)and i have some sense of taste (unlike some people I know). Well thats something to be proud of, I guess (and the people who are reading this all has good taste so I'm no refering to you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, Emo session over. Now concentrate on keeping my good deed going. Plus I need to study.&lt;br /&gt;Life is Interesting when you're sane till love makes you go insane. So... Kids stay away from love, it'll drive you nuts. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8991084756368163393?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8991084756368163393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8991084756368163393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8991084756368163393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8991084756368163393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/well-i-have-done-my-good-deed-for-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6671218501092892261</id><published>2007-04-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T10:17:48.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The No. 9 jersey is set to make a comeback this May 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentlemen, I'm returning to the world of competitive basketball. Finally. Basketball. My first love. Might be more competitive and harder to win than cheer but at least I won't be sacrificing my manly-ness (like some people I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trading the bunch of cheerleaders for my close homies. Training has already begun and already It feels just like home. My true element. 5 hours of basketball training is bound to tire your legs. I can't feel mine but its fun nonetheless. All of us are really rusty but we'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got My old number back. Nine. Well gotta go rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-6671218501092892261?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6671218501092892261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6671218501092892261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6671218501092892261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6671218501092892261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2000819802410209719</id><published>2007-04-08T19:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:32:23.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I don't understand alot of things in life. These things are baffling and I am yet to find an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex creatures. Most of them do not know how to appreciate the simple things in life. Things like fame and money sway them easily. Being rich and famous isn't all its cut out to be. Don't believe me? Open a tabloid. There goes their private life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also throw love away like it grows on trees. Well maybe it does. I just haven't been able to find the tree. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one subject I have never understood. People backstabing and destroying each others reputation while desperately protecting thier own. The best thing is, the public actually votes for these kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it taste so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well class beckons. Need to hand in my article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-2000819802410209719?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2000819802410209719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2000819802410209719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2000819802410209719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2000819802410209719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-understand_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-3374067854156856585</id><published>2007-04-08T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:32:20.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I don't understand alot of things in life. These things are baffling and I am yet to find an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complex creatures. Most of them do not know how to appreciate the simple things in life. Things like fame and money sway them easily. Being rich and famous isn't all its cut out to be. Don't believe me? Open a tabloid. There goes their private life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also throw love away like it grows on trees. Well maybe it does. I just haven't been able to find the tree. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one subject I have never understood. People backstabing and destroying each others reputation while desperately protecting thier own. The best thing is, the public actually votes for these kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it taste so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well class beckons. Need to hand in my article.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-3374067854156856585?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3374067854156856585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=3374067854156856585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3374067854156856585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3374067854156856585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-2568730033019602366</id><published>2007-04-05T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T18:21:46.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Accept it. There is no use denying it. Just go with it. Just don't overdo it"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                                                          &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                                                        -&lt;/strong&gt;Kelvin Goh =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This post is for all those lovesick puppies. Yeah I know alot of those puppies. I guess its that time of year again. Go out and get those flowers, that soft toy, those chocolates, that card. Write a song, sing a song, write a poem. Enjoy yourself doing it. If its not meant to be, well at least you had fun. Just don't over do it. It scares people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S: Falling in love is sweet but It might not be the right time (and He/She is just not into you) so do this on your own risk. But really, enjoy urself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-2568730033019602366?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2568730033019602366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=2568730033019602366&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2568730033019602366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/2568730033019602366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/accept-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-6152137421666857369</id><published>2007-04-01T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:39:22.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life as I've come to understand it has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole new outlook on life was revealed to me over the weekend. At times (most of the time) I tend to take things too seriously. The more I look back the more I see that its true. I am a cirlcle dude. People who are circles (70% of asians) are obssesive. This was revealed to me by a short and funny Singaporean. The irony of that fact is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also not the most trusting person (well I was never that trusting) but some how now that I reflect on it, it becomes clearer to me why. The causes has been identified but because I can't change the cause, I'll have to change the way i perceive the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing that how you perceive something can change your outlook on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the outlook on life might have changed but to implement these changes, it'll takes some time but I'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets not take life to seriously~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-6152137421666857369?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6152137421666857369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=6152137421666857369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6152137421666857369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/6152137421666857369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-as-ive-come-to-understand-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-8713687195061423542</id><published>2007-03-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:44:37.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Readjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the word this week. A few presentations are due but thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to readjust some stuff. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still as fit as i used to be *pause* NOT! (The 1st problem I have to rectify)&lt;br /&gt;Need to excersize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blog layout revamp will be happening withing the next month I hope. I'll be posting a lot more too. Things have been changing to rapidly, time to just slow it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, something totally unrelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs invaded. Plagued by hordes of pictures. Blogs have evolved from journal to cam-whore heaven.  The art of expression thru words on blogs is defiled by these colourful intruders. A mesh of both would be nice but some are just filled with pictures. The meaning of blogs has indeed evolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-8713687195061423542?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8713687195061423542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=8713687195061423542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8713687195061423542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/8713687195061423542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/03/readjustment.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-5208337971398514708</id><published>2007-03-18T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T20:35:54.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Exhales*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the week that all my assignment are due and no more is given out. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so stretched for time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the ending of all this I finally can go back to my normal carefree life BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, presentation time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: If you could only see me now. I look like some CEO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-5208337971398514708?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5208337971398514708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=5208337971398514708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5208337971398514708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5208337971398514708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/03/exhales-finally-week-that-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-3500058310512876151</id><published>2007-03-04T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:30:04.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Panda-fied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes you read right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am now a panda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Insomnia is my new best friend. The amount of sleep I got last night? 2 hours! The upside? I finished my assignments. Its like I went for a late night foos session. My day started early too. Some extended family members came down. Mother not around. Sister choose to sleep in. For my dad to go alone just doesn't seem right. So... I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The week-end was filled with a number of events. Journalism exam was on 3rd. I went so footsal after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Extended family came down on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saw extended family off the next morning. Total amount of sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 hours in 3 days. Fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TM nut is really getting on my nerves. Not only did they take 5 days to fix my connection on the Lunar New Year. It only lasted a week. Today connection went haywire again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A word to sum up the week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;UNEVENTFUL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then again, the past 3 weeks was mostly all like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I realized something. I can't do it. I just can't seem to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-3500058310512876151?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3500058310512876151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=3500058310512876151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3500058310512876151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/3500058310512876151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/03/panda-fied.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7818480419534335444</id><published>2007-02-07T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:24:25.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time. Need... More... Time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seem to have enough time to do anything nowadays. I know what they say about everybody having an equal amount of 24 hours a day but most people don't have the same amount of things they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My assignment have been coming in the twos and threes. Pass three up and in comes the next set of threes. Not to mention the amount of meetings I have to attend this week. I'll be lucky to have time for hanging out even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a mild case of insomnia now. I can't sleep much. 3 in the morning and my brain is still on overdrive. No coffee, no tea, just me. Because of my classes I can't sleep in too. Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With having not enough time comes sacrifices. Sleep, foosball (sorry guys), TV-time, Gaming time (*sob*SOB*), eating time (not too many of those tho), Yam cha time (sorry again guys) and all that jazz. No luxuries. Suffer Kelvin! Suffer! What doesn't kill you will make you suffer. You can quote me on that. But I'm stil hanging on. It hasn't been all that bad. To the nicer times of the pass week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Fei Lo Ship (Fellowship). Well your basic Youth fellowship until it ended of course. Our usual course of action would be to go for foosball but we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started when Ee Leen made a sarcastic suggestion (you really won't be able to tell whether shes being sarcastic or not) to go to her place and litterally "Yam Cha" or drink tea. This was, of course a half hearted suggestion but all of us being in the extremely random state that we were in (You can ask Pei Yi, she'll vouch for me) we made it a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ee Leen's place we had Naan, Tosai and chinese tea with the little tea cup (and yes I mean "LITTLE"). More laughs and random-ness ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owh well... back to college life. Heads up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7818480419534335444?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7818480419534335444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7818480419534335444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7818480419534335444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7818480419534335444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/02/time.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-4902275438726218098</id><published>2007-01-28T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:55:52.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a week I might want to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this is one of those week which I would want to sleep thru and not wakeup till the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad incident happened yesterday (I won't go into details) and right after that I bumped my knee into something. That was a sunday. Today, the pain got worst. If only it ended there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing me? No such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning. Class starts at 2. Decided to take the bus. Again, nothing goes my way. The vice calls me up and says I need to be in the campus grounds ASAP. So I took a cab, 4 hours before class starts. Thats 11 bucks down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a really hostile mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have to see the secretary from hell the whole of this week. I swear that girls has issues. My heart is in a very weak state. I might say something I would regret. God help me.  Shoot! Another week to struggle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really not looking forward to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-4902275438726218098?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4902275438726218098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=4902275438726218098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4902275438726218098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4902275438726218098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-week-i-might-want-to-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-4823553357077134804</id><published>2007-01-21T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T21:06:07.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beef Noodle'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is no longer as simple as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be a little more stressed out every day and some of my uni-mates aren't helping. One or two of them acting like stuck up - Well you get the picture. And these are the people I have to work with for the rest of the year. People are entitled to their opinons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school. The carefree days. My high school life was just 2 things, Basketball and studying. Never have I felt any kind of stress those days. Now, the traffic jam causes stress, the food prices causes stress, the subject causes stress, the public transport causes stress and the people causes stress. Practically everything drives me up the wall. Huff.. Ok now that thats off my chest..... On to better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beef Noodles! Hing Loong Noodle House! SS21! you have to eat there. The soup is so kaw(Rich)!&lt;br /&gt;One of the best I've tasted so far, but then again, I've never tasted Seremban Beef Noodles. So when are we going down to seremban people?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-4823553357077134804?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4823553357077134804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=4823553357077134804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4823553357077134804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/4823553357077134804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-no-longer-as-simple-as-it-used.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-7151998845233477116</id><published>2007-01-14T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T17:59:04.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Rally 07, People, The new year and Goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surf's Up! Way to start of the new year with a bang. After the worst Christmas and New Year in my entire life, this is exactly what the doctor ordered. No photos up till now but I will link a few once i find some. I didn't take any myself. The best rally I've had the pleasure of being a part of so far. Just can't wait for next year. Ah, but that can wait. First things first, USHZ CAMP 07! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People. You'd figure after 3 or 4 years you'd know them but somehow that thought will give you a huge surprise. People are unpredictable. Someone you've had respect for might just pull something you'd never thought possible. People you thought had nothing in common with you are actually are the only ones that truly understand who you are and where you come from. People you grew up with might have a huge grudge on you. You'll never know.  When it comes to people, you just have to allow the unexpected. You can't expect it but you can allow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is here. So many changes. New people starting a new phase of life in college and university. New resposibilities for some and new start for others. Usually people write a long thank you list but me being the simple person I am will just thank everyone thats been part of my life so far, all 21 years of it, that way I won't leave anyone out. My new years resolution is to take more photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, goodbyes. Parting is such sweet sorrow? I think not. Its bitter. but yet I have to say so many. Stanley leaves for Melbourne tomorrow. Ryan leaves soon too. Kim, Kian and Jin leaves to Melbourne in Feb. Some people even left before i could say goodbye, Sern, Vern and Aud are amongst some of them. Next year more people will be leaving. So much more. Bleh, such is life. I need to get a private plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-7151998845233477116?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7151998845233477116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=7151998845233477116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7151998845233477116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/7151998845233477116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-rally-07-people-new-year-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-1960514531873734885</id><published>2006-12-14T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T11:23:29.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On being a good son (or daughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard, especially in an Asian context to be a good son. Period. Why? Too many reasons. I'll pick out a few main ones for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents in Asia still think what happened in their era is still relevant to what is happening in the lives of their children now. Why is it so hard for the older generation and the younger generation to communicate? Simple. The times have changed. Yes its true that we the younger ones should be nice and try to accommodate our elders but why sculpture ourselves to something out-dated? But we still do. Its culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is respect. Parents in Asia usually demand and not earn respect. They feel that bringing you into the world id cause for respect enough. But which baby will remember that? All the so called pain and suffering? It what you do in the present day that matters. Yes there are parents that has the admiration of all their children, I tip my hat to that chosen few, but most of the time the case is this, "I am your Mom/Dad. Respect me and do what I tell you to". Sound familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parental ego. Now this hurts. Let me speak from personal experience. My parents, namingly my Mom, never admits she's wrong, hardly says she’s sorry, and always thinks she's right (and often times, she is dead wrong). How would you expect a child to learn forgiveness? How is a parent to gain respect if this was the case? But yet we try to accept what we can as children. Obedience is a big word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know this, blind obedience is destructive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-1960514531873734885?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1960514531873734885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=1960514531873734885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1960514531873734885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/1960514531873734885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-being-good-son-or-daughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-5718810058113147677</id><published>2006-11-15T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:25:04.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amongst the three stars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That shine so bright,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To each a prayer I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As each of them fade from sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the first star I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray that she stays happy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pray you keep her safe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As we go on our own way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the second star I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you give her success,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you give her ideas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the world she'd impress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the third star I say,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you remind her always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That My love for her runs deep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till the time again we meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She will stay my love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-5718810058113147677?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5718810058113147677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=5718810058113147677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5718810058113147677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/5718810058113147677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/amongst-three-stars-that-shine-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-116290301163110787</id><published>2006-11-07T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:43:25.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was once a boy, who knew nothing of the world. He was innocent and had a sense of what was right and what was wrong and he wanted to live right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long road before him. A wide long road called 'Life'. On this road he met a group of young men and very soon he had his first bunch of friends. They had thier laughs and companionship along the way but very soon the road called 'Life' provided a tall obstacle which the couldn't go around. The boy was asked by the young men to help hoist them up over the obstacle after which they would later pull him over. So the young boy did as he was told but the young men left him and continued on their way. He was introduced to treachery and he was saddened by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he toiled and toiled and soon after the got pass the obstacle. So his journey continued. Along the way me met a soldier, a lawyer and a policeman. He was introduced to valor, justice and bravery but he also saw death, deceit and corruption and this saddened him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon he turned to religous leaders. He was deeply saddened when all he was to discover in religion was violence, hypocracy and nothingness. He saw holy men partaking in unholy practices and he was disgusted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point he was sick and tired of good for all he could see is evil within this world. He started to live for himself. He scratched, he stabbed, he did anything he could to reach the top and he did eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he was old, he was rich, he was famous but he was not happy. One day as he was approached by a hooded figure and the road which he stood on disappeared and he saw flames. He knew his time was up. Be for his total decend into darkness he saw a small gate with a small sign leading to a small and narrow path. The sign read, "Everyone on the road you are currently on is doomed including yourself. Step this way before its too late". The boy who is now an elderly man laughed and laughed... as he DIED....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-116290301163110787?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116290301163110787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=116290301163110787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116290301163110787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116290301163110787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/there-was-once-boy-who-knew-nothing-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-116282006064663276</id><published>2006-11-06T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:43:25.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my quest in achiving my past fitness level, I have reawakened memories of past high school valor on the basketball court. Although no where near the strength, stamina or skill level that I had while I was in high school, I feel that the drive to play basketball has finally returned. Although showing glimpses of past glory, i need to achive 60% of my past game, goal for this month. Plus the fact that I have put on pounds drives me even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other happy sports happenings. Happy 20th anniversary Sir Alex Ferguson. Rooney is back to his scoring ways and Man Utd is playing great football. Added bonuses is that Chelsea lost to the Spurs! Bring out the alcohol! Going in to next week Man Utd have  3 points + goal difference to bounce back on should they lose to the Blues. But I predict a 2-0 win to Man Utd! Glory Glory Man Utd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the NBA! Sour note for the defending champines to start on, losing by 40 points in their 1st game, against the bulls no less. Still I predict a repeat this year. The heat to win the c'ship this year again. But in this game anything can happen. Well thats all now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-116282006064663276?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116282006064663276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=116282006064663276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116282006064663276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116282006064663276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/in-my-quest-in-achiving-my-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-116036489796289500</id><published>2006-10-08T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:43:25.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/1600/Corrections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/320/Corrections.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Haze is still around and he seems to be stronger than ever. I'm feeling a little under the weather. But thats just the bad news. On Saturday I was invited to a party by Aunty Sylvia(Iain's mom). These are some pictures from that night. For those of you who missed it... &lt;strong&gt;your loss&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha ha ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/1600/Inez%20%26%20Iain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/320/Inez%20%26%20Iain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/1600/makan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/320/makan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very own celebrity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/1600/P.db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/320/P.db.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the night. The I-MAC! It has to be one of the best gaming PC's ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/1600/IMAC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/320/IMAC.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't believe me? Look at the crowd it gathered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/1600/crowds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2152/638/320/crowds.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just joking. They were watching the Lang Tengah video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd like to thank the Low's for the hospitality. Till the next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-116036489796289500?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116036489796289500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=116036489796289500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116036489796289500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116036489796289500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-116010383193149789</id><published>2006-10-05T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:43:25.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haze? Haze!? HAZE!!!! Yes ladies and gentlemen, the haze is back. I wonder what happened this time. Its pretty bad. Can't see much of the sky during the day. Breathing is another problem. The air is stuffed with smoke and the hot weather does not help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my interning days in Xfresh has just started. It been very educational so far. So guys go and check the site out. If you think it was lame... Man you're wrong. Check it out, future events with great prizes just round the corner.&lt;a href="http://www.xfresh.com"&gt;Xfresh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-116010383193149789?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116010383193149789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=116010383193149789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116010383193149789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116010383193149789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze-haze-haze-yes-ladies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-116009980400716786</id><published>2006-10-05T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:43:25.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I attended my uncle's 52nd birthday 2 nights ago and to me it was and eye opening experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all an introduction to my uncle. Now he isn't the kinda uncle to give lots of good advice. In fact he curses a lot, full of himself, pretty much someone whom your mom wouldn't want you hanging with if he was your peer. I've accepted that fact. However the recent events have opened my eyes a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has some of the freakiest siblings. Now have you ever seen siblings or relatives not recognize each other? That happened at the party. Some of the comment that were made were just down right arrogant and rude. If you made that remark at my family's get together you would be shot, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the comparing of thier sons and daughters to see who out does the other. "My son is in the UK" or "My daughter is married to some white guy" or the best one I've heard so far, "My son's golf coach says he has the making to be the next Tiger Woods". At this point I was trying hard not to laugh. Thank God my cousin hasn't turned into the monster arrogance, not yet, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the party earlier than intended. Foosball never sounded so appealing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-116009980400716786?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/116009980400716786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=116009980400716786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116009980400716786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/116009980400716786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-i-attended-my-uncles-52nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35471585.post-115993120194093999</id><published>2006-10-03T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:43:25.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its obvious that life, more often than not is in fact, unpredictable and subjected to many changes. My life has been plagued by changes, some good, some bad, all eye-opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It becomes clear to me that the human heart is fickle and prone to disappoint. But it is also strong, loving, and even in some even dependable. This might be the reason that humans are often said to be an enigma. Literature titles  that involves a deep understanding of the human heart and mind often times leave you with more questions than answers. Don't understand what I'm talking about? Look up any of Shakespeare's work and work form there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart can cause you to excel againts the worst possible odds, to crumble under the slightest pressure. To make you a loyal friend and then call you for the backstabber you are. To make something so wrong feel so right, ther heart makes a forbidden fruit so enticing. The power of the human heart is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If its so powerful, why is it so prone to breaking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35471585-115993120194093999?l=myretardedjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115993120194093999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35471585&amp;postID=115993120194093999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/115993120194093999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35471585/posts/default/115993120194093999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myretardedjourney.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-obvious-that-life-more-often-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Sypher</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
