<?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-23950962</id><updated>2011-11-16T01:21:56.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inertia Of My Head~</title><subtitle type='html'>It's An All Ordinary Blog, but Extraordinarily Ordinary. Because this is where my feelings and thoughts flow free. Nothing's a secret here. :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-389081283732854373</id><published>2009-06-22T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T13:22:31.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/4940_89779805668_688420668_2043272_5377536_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs111.snc1/4940_89779805668_688420668_2043272_5377536_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously, the picture just speaks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaks for itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;=D&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="left"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;DOMOOOOOOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-389081283732854373?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/389081283732854373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=389081283732854373' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/389081283732854373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/389081283732854373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2385557614416569712</id><published>2009-05-22T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:37:43.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh From The Bookshelves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Woo, I'm blogging from INTI-UC's Library. Heh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;First thing's first, the weirdest thing about today is: I am a zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Not that I feel sluggish or whatever. But it's that, I'm tired but I'm not tired. @.@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;What? Yeah. I slept at 3 yesterday. =/ Watched &lt;em&gt;My Best Friend's Girl&lt;/em&gt;. Vulgar but quite the funny movie. And Kate Hudson has no boobs.  x.x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So it's like, I woke up late by 20 minutes, but managed to make it to the bus in time. Then, I didn't feel tired. Wait wait wait. I woke up after only 3 hours of sleep, and I'm not tired at school. Not even after one SUPER BORING class. I don't know what's up. But I think tonight, when I hit my bed, I'm not going to be able to lift a finger. And that's goodbye to a Friday. Yeeps. &gt;.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So yeah, one of the other random trivial things I'm doing right now is trying to play through ALL the songs in my iPod without ever skipping a song or resetting the list. I pressed 'shuffle songs' last week and it's still not finished. I have around...507 songs in my iPod and I'm currently at song no.280. I...Have....To.....Resist........(going to other playlists and cancelling my current shuffle list). And yeah, ever since I had iPod, I've never really played every song in it. So now I'm doing it. It's like a freakin' marathon. Endurance baby. ~o~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And did I ever tell you, the aircon in the classes are CRAZY. It's like the fraking south pole in that building. Going in jacketless means either you're fat or you're fat. Yeah. I went in with slightly thinner clothing the other day, and I had a damn running nose. Then after coming out of the building, it went away. =.= Totally killed my class concentration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I wanna post a picture post soon. Hope I can get enough laziness out of my system to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;P/S: By the way, I need more ankle length socks. I hate folding my normal lengths. I look like a damn apek wearing them like that. =.= Even my awesome Nikes can't make me look normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Fridayyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-2385557614416569712?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2385557614416569712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2385557614416569712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2385557614416569712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2385557614416569712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2009/05/fresh-from-bookshelves.html' title='Fresh From The Bookshelves.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2566907142151797163</id><published>2009-05-20T23:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:38:28.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sheesh, I've been taking the bus twice per day everyday since school started. It's really not that pleasant, yet it's the best option I've got right now. (I want a room on-campus NAO. =.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Speaking of which, it's still damn hot. Can't get out of home without being fried to a crisp. But well, it's been getting a wee bit better. A little. Seriously, the weather has to lay off now and then. It's impossible to be living under such circumstances. (Especially when you have to wait at the bus stop everyday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh randomness! I watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Angels &amp;amp; Demons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; today. It's really quite impressive. Quite a while since I've seen such a movie. One with a good hook. A good 2 hours spent. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And also, the girlfriend reminded me today how well she is able to make my days better. It always starts off like I'm doing her a favour but in the end, I feel like she's the one who did me a favour instead. Haha. After years, I still am boggled about how we can talk about everything and anything. Topics never seem to diminish and we can recycle topics and it'd be as interesting as the first time we talked about it. Skype has been lovely today and I appreciate that. What's better than seeing someone you haven't seen for....bloody ages. One bad thing: It makes me miss her even more. ~o~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;P/s: I've finished most of my latest model kit~!!! It's awesome. And I have to say, I'm quite good in the meticulousness of it all. XD Will post up pictures if possible. I totally love this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;10.30 Bus Tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-2566907142151797163?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2566907142151797163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2566907142151797163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2566907142151797163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2566907142151797163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2009/05/daily.html' title='Daily.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-5984916094758931086</id><published>2009-05-15T08:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T08:38:39.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Late!</title><content type='html'>Where have you been blogger part of Joe???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe: &lt;em&gt;I donno. He just, disappeared. =/ Okay, no, he was just lazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and that's exactly my explanation for not blogging for the past, ionno, 3 or 4 months? It's really just a simple reason of not wanting to maintain something ugly. Yeeps, so ghey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys realized the missing sidebar for the past 3 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Yeah that thing. With the clock and links and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my posts screwed it up and I sorta didn't want to get to repairing it? And so I kinda lost the motivation to blog and stuff. Besides, I wouldn't wanna blog if people can't leave a comment on the tagboard. And no one bothers to click on the comment box =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah! I'm finally back with another post like this. No pictures and stuff, cuz I'm just not dedicated enough as the other bloggers. (Lazy la tu.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so what's been happening for the last 3 or so months of my life, is mostly summed up this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Girlfriend flew to another continent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Finished my foundation with above average scores.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Had 2 weeks break.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Started Uni in Inti UC under the course BEEUB (Bachelor in Electrical Engineering with the University of Bradford)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the major points I guess. Those tiny little things that happened in the middle, they were a truckload. Lotsa stuff happened. But I can't remember anything. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, I'm blogging from the University Placement Office in school and I have class at 10. Which means I had 2 hours to burn. Half an hour down, 1.5 more to go. =.= It's really sad the timing sometimes. Oh, and I have 6 subjects this semester. Bloody 'ell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I actually wanted to stay in Nilai and stuff, figuring it'll be less tiring, more stuff to do, more friends, can join more activities, and stuffles such as that. But rooms were full. =( SAD. Which is so sad that I have to wait until next semester to get a room. So now I'm resorted to taking the busy every single day back and forth from Subang to Nilai. Pretty damn stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blur right now. Have to wake up at 6 o'clock 4 of the 5 days. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog a little more soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ngek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-5984916094758931086?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/5984916094758931086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=5984916094758931086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5984916094758931086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5984916094758931086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-late.html' title='So Late!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-7081772398039613401</id><published>2009-04-22T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:12:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CD Cover?</title><content type='html'>THE RULES ARE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 - Open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.(alternatively, if the first article you hit is short, hit Random Article two more times.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 - Open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3"&gt;http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 - Open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 - Use photoshop/paint or similar to put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Post it! and Flaunt it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IOuaroMR89U/Se8lYQn730I/AAAAAAAAAA0/r0Q2aHrqB3c/s1600-h/cdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IOuaroMR89U/Se8lYQn730I/AAAAAAAAAA0/r0Q2aHrqB3c/s320/cdcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327517982912143170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daedelus - To Be Serious When People Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got it from &lt;a href="http://jamesdabeathead.blogspot.com/"&gt;James&lt;/a&gt;' blog. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You should do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-7081772398039613401?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/7081772398039613401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=7081772398039613401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7081772398039613401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7081772398039613401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2009/04/cd-cover.html' title='CD Cover?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IOuaroMR89U/Se8lYQn730I/AAAAAAAAAA0/r0Q2aHrqB3c/s72-c/cdcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4752496453026109309</id><published>2009-02-16T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:40:46.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I've been dreading tomorrow since a long time ago. I felt it ages ago, but now it's right at my doorstep. It's less than 24 hours away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The day that you leave me. For the longest time I've ever experienced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I've only had 17 months with you close to me. Barely 2 years. And now you're leaving for at least twice that time or more. We've shared so many memories and experiences. I'm glad that you were there in so many moments in my life. You have made these months that much more valuable and that much more meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm going to miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm going to miss everything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It'll be lonelier than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It'll be less magical and diabetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It'll be less many many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But my love for you will never waiver nor will it change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;When you return, you'll find me exactly the way I am when you left me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow, I'll be sending you off. Every step towards the gate will drown my heart a little more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;By the time you're out of reach, I don't know if I'll be able to hold my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I just hope you can leave with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-4752496453026109309?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4752496453026109309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4752496453026109309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4752496453026109309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4752496453026109309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2009/02/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-8856496827744839110</id><published>2009-01-01T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:21:41.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009.</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great year ahead. [I hope I do too.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for 2008, it's been quite an eventful year I must say. Alot of things happened for me, good or bad. But I think it's all good overwhelming the bad in the end. We can only think positive! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's a summary of happenings in my life in 2008:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;1) Had my first job of sorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2) Earned my first non-parent salary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;3) Started college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;4) Met lotsa new friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;5) Got an Academic Award at long last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;6) Had a birthday party with my friends in Pyramid. [almost forgot about this one]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;7) Got my very first iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;8) Got a new and totally awesome guitar, Ivy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;9) Got a Wii with my salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;10) Got my first pair of Nikes. [The Lunartrainer+]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;11) First kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;12) Had an inflating closet since college started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  13) Went on my first trip overseas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;  14) The passing of my grandfather. [which I refused to blog about]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, judging from there, 2008 had heaps more productive happenings compared to 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good year regardless of the bad. Alot of firsts. I think there were some firsts that I didn't mention too. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how was your year? Hope it was great too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it has passed. The new year is here. We can only look forward. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-8856496827744839110?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/8856496827744839110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=8856496827744839110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8856496827744839110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8856496827744839110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6410536840747665297</id><published>2008-12-30T14:46:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:52:22.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One [Part 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So here it is, the fabled Hong Kong post I promised. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;First and foremost, I warn you, it's picture flooded! So, if you're sharing a line, read this some other time. It'll kill everyone's bandwidth. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Also, all pictures are taken with my new Panasonic DMC-FZ28. Totally awesome camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://digitalcameras.techfresh.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/lumix-fz281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 286px;" src="http://digitalcameras.techfresh.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/lumix-fz281.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So YEAH! This is my first vacation overseas and my family and my grandma is coming. Haha. My grandma is the awesomest. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The trip also includes going to Shenzhen, which is just 45 mins of train ride from HK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I had to break Day 1 into two parts coz it had too many pictures. Lol. But the other days are in one post only. So~ Here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My flight was at 6.30 a.m on the 24th of December and that means the taxi comes at 3 a.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I didn't sleep. Couldn't. Too excited. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So the time came and before I knew it, we were at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;One thing though, the LCCT, which is the lower cost terminal of KLIA, sucks balls. Big time. They have big issues. I wouldn't address them here coz it'll just waste our time. So, let's move on! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We're taking AirAsia, and their planes are okayla....just abit crampy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000870.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Window shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I was super jakun, I stayed so much awake during the whole airplane take off ordeal. XD Feeling the Gs as the plane throttled ahead and pulled up while looking at the buildings as they get smaller and smaller...... It was something I was looking forward to. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the view down from the plane was pretty as it was still dark. I could see the little specks of light below and from above, they look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a 4 hour flight approximately, so I slept despite the excitement with my iPod plugged into my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up later from the light coming through the window. I opened my eyes and saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000902.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000902.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A rainbow coloured horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was such a nice view to have, waking up. I looked around and saw the clouds were pretty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 376px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000910.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sky is actually blue up here. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looking out the window to pass the time, it was a scenic view. Before long, the plane descended and islands started to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000943.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you see the freighters on the water? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Holy shit, we're here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000944.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clouds are nice over or under them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And stepping out of the plane, I landed on Hong Kong. The weather was distinctively colder and everything had a different atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, everything was very......chinese. XD Hahah, what I meant was all the stewardesses, security guards, notice boards, tv ads, posters, they were all in chinese and hey, it feels like home. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a big jam at the immigration gate but as we passed it, I saw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000964.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starbucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fun to see familiar things. Haha. I just had it the morning before. Like the people, there were lots of trolleys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000970.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to be artistic shot of the trolleys. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After taking our luggage at gate 4, we proceeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1000974.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rolex public clocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Walking out, I saw something familiar again. Bee Cheng Hiang! Pork is roaming free~! Hahaha. Good signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The airport's pork shop. Har har~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We met up with the tour guide and we were brought to the little tour bus that will bring us to our respective hotels. Of course, the actual tour buses used during the trips are bigger and more glamourous. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hard Gay! [The license plate, incase you missed it]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we rolled out onto the roads and we're soon out on the highway. The first thing I noticed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010022.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The taxis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;They're the taxis that appear all the time in TVB dramas. Omg, it's there! Hahaha. Very novel thing to see. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, Hong Kong, here I come. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing, they have lots of double-decker buses around. This is either some environmental thing or it's because having a car in HK is a pain in not only your anus, but all of your innards too. Found out that it takes around 25K HK$ to upkeep a car. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010037.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One of em typical buses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;High rise buildings are also a common sight in HK. This is due to the limited space they have to spare. All the buildings are at least 40 floors or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some of the apartments I saw along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a fun picture, Guardian is known as Mannings in Hong Kong. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The logo also the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then on the way, I saw this! Omg, McDonald's! McPORK is close.......=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010143.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Their McD's is cheaper than ours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally, after around 20 mins I think, we've reached our hotel, Newton Place Hotel. I don't know if it's that three law Newton. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010180.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The lobby's pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a sigh of relief coz I was expecting something bad. Because I was like having images of those shady old hotels that's dirty and stinky. Haha. This hotel's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas is near~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the view outside my hotel window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's the old airport in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We came from the new HK airport. Imagine having to land in the middle of the city like this! Lol. And opposite, that's Hong Kong. The hotel I'm staying at is in the Kowloon district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's at a pretty good location because just a few walks away, there is a 7 Eleven and a McD's among other things. The MTR station, is also nearby and I tell you, I love their MTR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since we haven't eaten breakfast for real, we headed to McD's to have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McPORK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's a Sausage McMuffin but instead of being made from chicken like in Msia, it's made of PORK! Omg, it's a pork burger. I've never ever eaten one...! T.T Tears of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it's tastier. The texture and tenderness is better and it's not so dry. The actual taste is quite similiar though. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, they have creative promotions such as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ebi burger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's shrimp burger. I mean, when did WE ever have shrimp burger? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010223.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mmhmm, confirmed. I'm not lying kay? Hahaha. So since we were joining the night tour, we had to move out at 3.45 p.m. And yeah, that's what we did. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, there sights to see such as this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010321.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A very typical Hong Kong street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can see those hanging neon signs, and the crazy jams, and lotsa people. Hehe. Oh, and among other things, I saw rich people too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010376.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note the car license plate on the Audi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People with a license plate "LAMMI" is no ordinary cheap skate. My god. And in HK. That guy must be loaded. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soon, we're at our first destination, the Avenue of Stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the earliest things I saw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010420.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cute. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See, that's the statue they give out at the awards. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the hustle and bustle of the place there. It's packed. And Hong Kong is just in the background. Lovely place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010424.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sexy figure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And oh, in this trip, there was a cameo by someone I haven't seen in a long time. It was a big surprise, a nice surprise to see someone you know when you're on vacation. I totally didn't expect it and it sure did make the trip more meaningful. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/DSC04834-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/DSC04834-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eevon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I met her when she was boarding the tour bus, and I couldn't help but laugh. I was laughing at the oh-so-coincidence that happened. Haha. Just had to take a picture together. She was holidaying at Hong Kong too; she came a little earlier than I did. Hehe, it was fun. You can check her post about her vacation &lt;a href="http://eevonhon.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So along the way, you can see the handprints of stars all over the floor from start to end. Hong Kong stars of course, such as Jackie Chan, Jet Li, Bruce Lee and even Michelle Yeoh. Here's how they look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010461.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andy Lau's handprint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;From start to end, the place is actually pretty lenghty. But at the end of the walk, you are rewarded with a statue of Bruce Lee. Haha. Or a picture of it at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010463.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So then when walking back to the start, here's some pictures I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010484.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mix of traditional and modern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo shot of the light poles. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo shot of the skyscraper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It looks pretty dusty huh? Lol. But it didn't seem that way when we're there. Just looks that way. Lucky. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010495.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They were just putting this up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And we were just leaving. Lucky! XD Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010497.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo shot of the trophy lady. Look at the birds. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, then we headed for our first dinner here in Hong Kong. It was in someplace in the city and without the tour guide, wouldn't have found it. Lol. The place is called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pleasant Palace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And oh, the name was fitting. The food was totally awesome. AWESOME! Roast goose one of the attractions. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It appears that it's part of a chain restaurant thingy. So they have lots of this restaurants around Hong Kong and for all the dinners and breakfasts to come, we'll be eating at this restaurant. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we lingered around the streets while waiting for the rest of the group. The neon lights were just starting to light up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010541.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See that sign on top of 7 Eleven? Haha. Looks shady. And apparently, in chinese, it's read, Kim Gary. O.O! Since when Kim Gary so cun. XD I forgot what it really is. It's not a whorehouse I think.... Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I look at the people and the atmosphere, it reminds me, I'm in Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010553.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad, Bro, Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's awesome, and you can see the cars AND people are fast. Crazy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up! We're going up to the tallest hill in Hong Kong. I forgot what it's called. Damn. And woot, the roads leading up looks exactly like in the TVB dramas or movies. They are also windy enough to be made into an Initial D track. Hahah. But the view throughout the journey was nice. You get to see the specks of lights from the buildings. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So finally, we're at the peak! Being on a hill, you'd expect....a hill right? But no....There's a whole freakin' complex up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And it isn't some simple complex, they have like a whole shopping complex inside. You can get branded stuff there. So much for just a hill eh? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the end of part 1. Part 2 is fun as well. Seriously. It's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned ya? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Part 1 End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-6410536840747665297?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6410536840747665297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6410536840747665297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6410536840747665297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6410536840747665297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-one-part-1.html' title='Day One [Part 1]'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/th_P1000870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6584865530583348244</id><published>2008-12-30T11:46:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T23:47:01.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day One [Part 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So, this is Part 2 of day one. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;What was inside the complex? It wasn't just shopping thingies and all that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;They had this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Madame Tussauds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup, the awesome famous wax museum. Of famous people of course. Haha. Before this, I've only seen it on TV. Man, now I'm here for real. I'm gonna get to see famous people! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bruce Lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He was on display outside the entrance. And boy, semua orang jakun. Haha. Everyone wanted to take a picture with the late kungfu master. Well, there we go~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Cecilia Cheung. Yup, the one involved in the sex scandal with Edison Chen. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for her she got her wax statue before she got into the scandal. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010611.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and Cecilia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, this is supposed to be Jay Chou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us brothers and Jay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But he doesn't look that convincing. Kinda dissapointing, but what the hell. XD Perhaps this was made when he was still skinny? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, our very own Michelle Yeoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010615.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yup she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Brangelina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010618.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These look good. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Aaron Kwok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010620.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Really, I was trying very very hard not to laugh. Something about his pose cracks me up. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Eddie Murphy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010624.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mushu. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I couldn't help it. Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm, it's Meryl Streep and Mel Gibson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010623.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamma Mia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Donnolah why that Mel Gibson showing his hand like that. He wants spare change? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Leo Ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010626.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him with the mascot he made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This looks really good. Just like him. And that mascot, appears often with him in MTRs on the advertisement posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...Janice Vidal (Wei Lan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010628.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She sure looks happy. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear, don't angry ya?? &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010629.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom and the diva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Looks hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, er.....Bae Yong Joon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010632.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eleh, Winter Sonata is over la. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Took this picture for the sake of taking it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Kelly Chen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010631.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wedding gown?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe, guess the staff likes to play dress up with the statues eh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the late Leslie Cheung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010634.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Building jumper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He must've been so stressed. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010635.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Didn't know she's so tall. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm, the Royal Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010636.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prince Charles missing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe he's still sleeping in the room with Camelia. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the President of The United States, Me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, there's George W. Bush and Bill Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010640.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are my bodyguards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, watch as I bring Obama to shame with my awesome speech! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another Clinton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010639.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tall also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ish semua orang putih ni....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah! The WWII key player, Winston Churchill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010644.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fella's amused. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At least he's not so tall. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, the just late Pavarotti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me trying to match his vocals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll fail of course. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this is new, Picasso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010648.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me having a stare down contest with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've never seen his face before. So this is how he looks like. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dead person, Saddam Hussein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010654.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dictator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fella has a tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Chairman Mao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010649.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesss.....that's the way you call him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hehe, looks like a happy fellow. Even for a communist. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the person that explains the theory of relativity through sex, Albert Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010655.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010655.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not happy coz he's better than me in physics. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Look at his hair! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Infernal Affairs dude, Andy Lau!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010657.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yala, tau you handsome la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He married a Melaka chick. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the guy who was so damn cheesy in Mamma Mia, Pierce Brosnan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010660.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keciknya pistol. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He has more hair here. Oh, the young days. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Captain Jack Sparrow, Johnny Depp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010668.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He looks convincing. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Leon Lai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010664.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's on a bike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think it's from a movie. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the Chinese dude who's taller than Shaquille O' Neal, Yao Ming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010669.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mean, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He's damn tall wey. Damn fake. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's pissed for some reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I follow him la. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Brazilian, Ronaldinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 501px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010673.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did they have to make him pose this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had to squat just to take photo with this dude. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, then it's the Greatest, Muhammad... Ali!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010679.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He looks stoned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't care la, pose jer. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the guy from Atlanta, Tiger Woods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010676.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me showing him a thing or two about golf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah right, I know nothing about golf. Xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot, it's the late Queen vocalist, Freddie Mercury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010681.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will rock you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eh, should be, he rocked you. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, The Beatles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010682.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They used real instruments on these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would so love to bring that guitar home. *o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it's the King of Pop turned alleged pedobear, Michael Jackson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010684.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he's still black and rocking it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Not so smooth criminal now is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Miriam Yeung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010691.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Headgear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Told you the staff likes to play dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010688.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gillian ain't getting no love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Charlene's my choice. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just abit of the wax statues I took pictures with. There were tons of other famous people inside. It's a great experience entering Madame Tussauds. It was so great I had to keep the entrance ticket. I recommend that everyone visit it at least once! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once outside, Christmas decorations are seen again. Pretty. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010695.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gingerbread couple. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As we exit the complex, the Hong Kong skyline could be seen. It's lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010705.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The yellow building to the left actually changes colour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah, the day is yet to end. We then headed downhill again and went to Lui Yan Kai [Women's Street]. It is the so called shopping paradise. Which well, it is. Around the area are also the Men's Street and Sportshoe Street. Yes, they call it that. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have everything from clothing, electronics, media, footwear, to toys and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they're not those fake brands kay. Everything's Nike, Adidas, Giordano, and all the jazz. But they also have pasar malam like places, for the budget ones. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since everythin is tax-free here, this means everything is cheaper. Yup. And they throw in sales to the already cheaper price. Which makes it a joy to shop there. I got stuff from there but we'll leave that for later ya? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010718.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010718.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 376px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010727.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May not look like much, but it's so fun to stroll around there. =) Not much pictures on the place coz well, we're all busy looking at stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we took the MTR back to our hotel. It was surprisingly simple and efficient. And that's why I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something random from the subways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1010742.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chinese Twilight poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was the end of the day. Up till now, I haven't had any proper sleep yet since I flew here from back home. My legs were numb from the tireness, my head was heavy and my eyes longing to shut themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for me to change, bathe, and wash up before I kissed my first night in Hong Kong goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long and wonderful night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1040345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 347px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/P1040345.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lovely bed and pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Part 2 End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/23950962-6584865530583348244?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6584865530583348244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6584865530583348244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6584865530583348244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6584865530583348244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-one-part-2.html' title='Day One [Part 2]'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Hong%20Kong/th_P1010605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4727968845772746441</id><published>2008-12-29T03:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:52:13.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm Back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, what a fantastic 5 days I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tell you all about it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total photos taken: 1600+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, off to bed with me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-4727968845772746441?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4727968845772746441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4727968845772746441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4727968845772746441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4727968845772746441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-7566709708662017851</id><published>2008-12-23T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:50:50.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leaving For.</title><content type='html'>Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 a.m. tomorrow, which is in a matter of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, it's my virgin flight to somewhere other than the motherland! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all next week. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas in advance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care all, will definitely post pictures when I get back. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Jakunyerrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-7566709708662017851?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/7566709708662017851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=7566709708662017851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7566709708662017851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7566709708662017851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-leaving-for.html' title='I&apos;m Leaving For.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2950048848910579340</id><published>2008-11-24T21:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:11:49.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day Worth A Million.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;If today isn't worth blogging about, I don't know which day is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I slept at 2 yesterday, coz I was abit restless about Moral Test today; for some stupid reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I studied the whole afternoon but decided that, hey, I'll study just a little bit more before I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And actually, I stopped at around 12.30 or 1-ish. But I all of a sudden had the mood to go look around in my room and look at the junk I haven't looked at for a long time, like my stamp collection book. Weird I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I then started randomly taking books out from the random books in my rack. They were old books that I haven't read in a long time so I took a glance at some of em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Mana tau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;, I ended up really reading them. =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Thus the late sleep time. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I awoke today from a strange dream which I can't recall about. Feeling fuzzy, I whacked the snooze button twice before waking up at 6.50. I have a habit of going to school earlier on test days. Lol. And so I did.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And soon I was in McD, reading that dreaded Moral text book, memorizing the Noble Eightfold Path and the Ten Commandments. LOL. And soon, it was paper time. Surprisingly, I bloody owned it. I could answer the questions and I was bloody proud. Turns out my friends had a different story about it. Apparently, I was being overly kiasu. XD [and that's why I owned the paper =P]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; What an awesome start to the day I thought. What better way to kick off than with opening a can of whoop ass on a paper like Moral? XD We went out of class at around 8 something or 9, which is really early, and we went to hang out at the library for a while. Then as usual, temptation takes over and we all head to FTZ to play.....DOTA. @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; We've had a damn losing streak for like weeks. Everytime we play, we will be thisssss close to victory and then the other team would all of a sudden lash back at us and we'd lose like heck. So, we went into FTZ with the expectation of losing. But blessed we were. Oh how blessed we were.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We broke our losing streak. By a long run. &gt;o&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We totally owned the other team. Just like that. It was like we were on crack. We pwned heads like never before. I personally had 5 kills and 0 deaths with 11 assists. I had never played a game of DOTA where I have not died. What more win... YOSH!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I felt so high leaving FTZ, feeling at the top of the world. First I own a paper, and now I owned at DOTA. And it's not even 12 oclock yet! I could see the best was yet to come.....  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Because after school today, I was to go to my dear's house to help her with computer stuffles and to install this new wireless modem/router which I helped her buy. I mean, what? To my girlfriend's house, right after class, and stay there for a long time? OH MY GOD, THAT'S AWESOME!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And so that happened. And oh boy, was I having the time of my life. Having the company of someone you love so much, nothing beats that. Ever. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Eventhough the modem/router was a bitch to configure, I felt none of the frustration as she was around. I thought it couldn't be done today, but perseverance got me through. And finally, by the grace of whatever it is that's making my day so damn sweet, it worked. It really worked. I believe we spent 5 hours doing that, and actually, all it took was some info that was written on a piece of paper.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I have never felt so good, so satisfied, so happy, so elated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Finally, everything was working! The effort and hardwork was worth it. Not giving up was worth it. It was. It so was..... I couldn't have done it without her standing behind me the whole time, literally. She's like my very own aspirin ya know? XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And what happened next was totally out of my expectations, no, imagination. Her mom invited me to stay for dinner. WHAT? DINNER? AT HER HOUSE? ALONE? WITH HER WHOLE FAMILY? REALLY? HAH? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? oh. my. god.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And so it happened. It did. It really did. I was there, dining with her whole family; dad, mom, sister, her. It was so much pressure but it was like having a dream playing out right there. It's not happening I thought. But it was. It really was.... I had a really nice dinner with really nice people. =D It was totally out of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; I'm still stoked by that fact though it's been around 2 hours since that happened. I'm still trying to process the whole day and how it's simply the best day I've ever had. Totally unique, totally awesome. I'm tired from the whole ordeal, but from the elation, I don't feel it at all. I'm high. Totally high.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What a day. And it's not ending yet. Not just yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I love today. I love living. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I love her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.enchgallery.com/images/sun_rays1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 405px;" src="http://www.enchgallery.com/images/sun_rays1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sun Really Was Shining On Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Elation~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-2950048848910579340?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2950048848910579340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2950048848910579340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2950048848910579340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2950048848910579340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-worth-million.html' title='A Day Worth A Million.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-1982239826212937497</id><published>2008-10-22T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:08:53.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Updatables and Life Lately.</title><content type='html'>*stretches and yawns*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have lotsa things to blog about, tell about and say about. But I think that's the problem in itself. Getting the pictures, then writing about it but before that, uploading the pictures and then logging into this page. Man, it's the lazy spell. I've got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, besides material possessions, nothing much has been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares of into the distance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending alot of time thinking ya see? Don't know about what, but I've been doing that. Along with the routine stuff, homework, assignments, gaming before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night before dozing off, I'll be having a blank spot in my head. It's unfilled but I don't know what to fill it with. The hell. ~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I can only see blank and blandness ahead of days starting from now on. Coz well, I just kinda lost my one source of sweetness. No, it's not a breakup, it's just the exams comin'. Break times will be so urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people go to YouTube no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel like publicising my page, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/JoeMok"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look at it if you have time ya? It's shabby but well, all I can manage right now. Heh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few videos I like and maybe you haven't seen them. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypE97hMdt_w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ypE97hMdt_w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers - Under The Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piano cover by some totally awesome girl. She has other really nice covers too, with the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkFoE90xXnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkFoE90xXnE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along Bukit Beruntung - Afdlin Shauki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total masterpiece. Some really funny funnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aI0y78TmDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7aI0y78TmDY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou - Ye Qu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his world tour concert. The guys would like this. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2Th5LAhw-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c2Th5LAhw-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chet Atkins - Gallopin Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guitar idol. He's the guy with the red guitar. Too bad he's RIP. =( This is one of em classic guitarists with the groove. Look at his fingers. It's nonsensicallly fast. x.x One of the reasons why I'm proud to have Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldMUEJBA1tk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldMUEJBA1tk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers - Can't Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MV is really bizarre. But just listen to the song, it's totally awesome. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now, will post more next time I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;@.@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-1982239826212937497?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/1982239826212937497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=1982239826212937497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1982239826212937497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1982239826212937497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/10/of-updatables-and-life-lately.html' title='Of Updatables and Life Lately.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6579572133439919791</id><published>2008-09-12T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:40:23.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I. W. A. M. Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I will always miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Today I will start bracing myself for the impact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The impact I've always seen coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But we're never really ready for these kinda things are we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I can count with the fingers on my hand and the toes on my feet the days I have left &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;before you're further than ever&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I want to hold you as hard as I can, as long as I can, as sure as I can, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;as long as I still can&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I need. You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But I cannot stop fate. It is not my call. And thus I bless your journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;For you, for me, for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I want you&lt;/span&gt; between me and the feeling I get when I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; But everything here is telling me I should be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; So why is it so, above as below,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; That &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm missing you every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I got used to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;whispering things to me into the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; We followed the sun and its colours and left this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; It seems to me that I'm definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Hearing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; that I've heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; So throw me a rope to hold me in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Show me a clock for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;counting my days down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;everything's easier when you're beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Come back and find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cause I feel alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;whenever you go it's like holding my breath underwater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I have to admit that I kind of like it when I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Oh but I've got to be unconditionally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Unafraid of my days without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; So throw me a rope to hold me in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Show me a clock for counting my days down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cause everything's easier when you're beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Come back and find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Whenever I'm falling you're always behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Come back and find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cause everything's easier when you're beside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Come back and find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; Cause I feel alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I Really Will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-6579572133439919791?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6579572133439919791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6579572133439919791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6579572133439919791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6579572133439919791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-w-m-y.html' title='I. W. A. M. Y.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-385041453943351719</id><published>2008-09-07T11:54:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:36:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag For Free Time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;RULE 1: People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE 2: Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Uhuh....and I'm tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" href="http://eevonhon.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eevon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let's see....I'd first make a WTF face, and then proceed to feel the emptiness, then take some music therapy or perhaps a nap or some good gaming. I'll prolly get over it the next morning, &lt;del&gt;provided we never had sex before&lt;/del&gt;. Hrmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll want all that I have planned now to come true. You know, all those education thingy, come out, get a great job, kick some ass, earn some money, have a wife, some kids, and enjoy life with no worries of any sort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, I've never thought of this before. Lol. But I think I'd really like to kick.................No one's butt. Damn. I can't think of a butt to kick. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll stop studying at my degree. I'll go on to buy all the necessities I want. Buy some stocks, earn even more money, while enjoying all the necessities I just bought. Rinse and repeat? I'll just get more and more stuff. A billion dollars' a whole lotta money. A thousand millions. What's a million dollars anymore? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look, my best friend is a guy. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hrmm, being loved would exceed loving at some extent. It's like, who wouldn't like to receive more than giving? I'm not saying that there isn't anyone like that but really, being loved by someone, is being really really blessed. Coz the odds are just harder than loving someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wow, lovely question. See, there's a saying that goes, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A guy that says he'll wait, is just waiting for another flower to bloom.&lt;/span&gt;" Really, guys I guess you can say are more often realists than idealists. They will wait for the girl though, provided no one better comes along. Applies to me. So, it really depends how long the time frame is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll say, "GODDAMIT!". And then, I'll go on with life. I don't like the idea of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spanar-ing&lt;/span&gt; people's girlfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh yes, of course. Someone has. But we'll leave the explanation to your imaginations sha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What takes you down the fastest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Perhaps it's not the matter of what. It's the matter of who. It's more often that a person takes me down rather than a subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How would you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Achieved and Married. [O.O!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who is currently the most important people to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everyone who's somehow and somewhat involved significantly in my life. My family, my significant other, my friends. They all make some kinda impact in my life and they shape who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What kind of person to you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eevon? She's nice. Really tall. Good looking too. Hee. Nuff' Said. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you smiled C= today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm....perhaps not. I haven't for real at least. But no worries, I'll =) later today. I can feel it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I open my eyes and I stretch like how cats would. Break the lazy spell, then I head for the toilet. And well, the rest, normal lah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you give your all in a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Absolutely. Without a doubt. I'm doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will definitely pick one. I'm a realist. I'm not gonna erm, be a hero and let go both as to 'not break anyone's heart'. I think that's just ridiculous. Who'd I pick? I'll really have to think that through. Who do I love more, who I can love for years to come, who I can love till we're old, who I will love no matter what. I'd hate to pick the wrong choice and end up breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Would you forgive &amp;amp; forget, no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will forgive but then the forgetting part should be harder. I currently have no enemies. Don't plan to have any. Cause' life's too short for enemies. Spread the love yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You say leh? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I taggggggggggg...........Aiyah, whoever who you think I'd tag lah. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-385041453943351719?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/385041453943351719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=385041453943351719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/385041453943351719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/385041453943351719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/09/rule-1-people-who-have-been-tagged-must.html' title='Tag For Free Time.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2174305143676505567</id><published>2008-09-06T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T12:14:27.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IOuaroMR89U/SMIBRzs7yMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-alp-3P8mqw/s1600-h/DSC01244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IOuaroMR89U/SMIBRzs7yMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-alp-3P8mqw/s320/DSC01244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242754321660758210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How often do we get to see nice skies like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm, days are going by. It's whether we all make the most out of the days that go by. Most of us don't. I don't think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all try don't we? We all try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think though that my days are wonderful. Eventhough it lacks certain things sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why wonderful? Like how I do some really stupid and funny things in the name of Love which not many people would do. But I do. And in the end of the day, I still feel happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange. Hee. Lately, I've been walking back everyday. But I really don't mind, despite the heat and sometimes rain. Never were there a nice day to walk back. But I still feel great after going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having good days. And I feel like singing all the time. Though I wake at unseemly hours and feel groggy throughout the day. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like singing for you. For all the reasons that are good. The simple reasons. Or simply the desire to take my guitar from the couch and start playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though all that. I still have alot of things that I want and need. But what better way to start the journey than with a good day? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Loving the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/23950962-2174305143676505567?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2174305143676505567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2174305143676505567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2174305143676505567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2174305143676505567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-days.html' title='Good Days.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IOuaroMR89U/SMIBRzs7yMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-alp-3P8mqw/s72-c/DSC01244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-5415725414793513119</id><published>2008-09-03T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:13:11.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Semester.</title><content type='html'>Mmhmm, that's what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is quite nice, considering how I've been rotting at home for the last two weeks due to Sem break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, sleep was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, happy thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got straight As for my first Sem Finals, which is quite the feat because I'm the only one who scored so. No, not trying to boast, just honestly trying to express how surprised I am. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the smartest kid in the class anyways. And everyone else who lost out; lost out on English. The subject I think is the easiest. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope I score so again for this Sem. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, and the weather's been bitchy, and I've been walking more due to taking the bus home and the bitchy class placings we've got for this Sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of our classes this Sem are moved to the old blocks along the shophouses. Which is well.......far. No lift, and you get to stroll in the heat. What's not to like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, feeling funky. In the not so nice way. Hope I get better. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I Need My Fix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-5415725414793513119?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/5415725414793513119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=5415725414793513119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5415725414793513119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5415725414793513119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/09/second-semester.html' title='Second Semester.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-1998024819330546907</id><published>2008-08-09T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:14:25.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Nice day isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my post of the day is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And me? XD&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/thengwatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 325px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/thengwatch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;As time goes by, you only grow more beautiful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Wishes Your Wishes Come True.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-1998024819330546907?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/1998024819330546907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=1998024819330546907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1998024819330546907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1998024819330546907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-you.html' title='Happy Birthday to You.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4586510694351961946</id><published>2008-07-30T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:13:02.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wednesday For Eternity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h151/elizdjo/CoolChaser/love-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 250px;" src="http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h151/elizdjo/CoolChaser/love-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Good things always happen to me on Wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hrm.....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's a peculiar day of the week as it's smack right in the middle of the week.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good things always happen on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's weird. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot. =)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It was a little bit past 2 P.M. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to look for a soul my soul misses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh, was my soul cleansed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprised I was though, because the stars were right.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path leading to untrodden land was open.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footsteps led to unfamiliar ground.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitement met fear. Mixed, it gave a blend of adventure.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A way to the destination was made.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our souls as one, we witnessed a projection of a vision.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;After so, there were servings of goodness.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading to which later, there was love.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a space where one person belongs, there were two.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I gave you something today.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you have given me something too.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I only want you to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well, you've got it. =)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yup, it was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so weird&lt;/span&gt;". =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, only for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/82/A_Love_for_the_Arts_by_Delacorr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 250px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/82/A_Love_for_the_Arts_by_Delacorr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love written in music, note by note, from me, to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;So Weird. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-4586510694351961946?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4586510694351961946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4586510694351961946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4586510694351961946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4586510694351961946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/07/wednesday-for-eternity.html' title='A Wednesday For Eternity.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i63.photobucket.com/albums/h151/elizdjo/CoolChaser/th_love-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-8080232682839838488</id><published>2008-07-23T22:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:29:42.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Wednesday Ever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Because you made it so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The day started &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;like any other&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But you came into it and it became a day &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;unlike any other&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Holding your hand in mine, your grip felt so sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Looking into your eyes, it made me see nothing but happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hearing you speak, your words are music to my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Being close to you, is how I want to be always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kissing you, my lips belong no where else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you reminded me why I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; will never forget anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;, is why we are together in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;, are why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want us to stay that way&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/hands-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/hands-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Together&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;3's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-8080232682839838488?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/8080232682839838488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=8080232682839838488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8080232682839838488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8080232682839838488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/07/best-wednesday-ever.html' title='The Best Wednesday Ever.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-5284020329123934826</id><published>2008-07-17T16:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T17:39:07.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Hot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is the weather these days no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&gt;o&lt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ish, walking across that bridge from SS15 is so dreadful nowadays.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Walk walk walk, reach the other side. Just to have a scorching hot bus stop to wait at. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It was nice walking out from college, with the aircon and all, but just after walking out from the lift, pure hell.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's like a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;firestorm&lt;/span&gt; out there! x.x  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;---  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But anyways, have been having tests often lately.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;With assignments to boot. Physics summore. &gt;.&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, just finished English test today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Which was of course better than the Physics one yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RAWR.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thus, I have time to update on all the rubbish I wanna update. Hee~ =)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I finished the English test within 1 hour today, and I was the first and only to finish so early. Suey ah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So I walk walk lah, to the cafeteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Makan my favourite stuff there, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggi Goreng&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tambah Pedas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red hot &lt;/span&gt;beb. Hehe. X)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But well, it's not really that hot anyways.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The best part is, the view you get while in the cafeteria.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Awesome, I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All types of beautiful people appear there or near there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So you get more than what you ordered. ;)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then friends came down to join me only when I finished my mee. What lah. XD  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ended up spending around 45 minutes in the cafe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Then baru ciao~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;---  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;By the way...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I'd like to say I'll be there~ Waiting FOR!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Drums and crazy bass line kick in] XD  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yeah, so, by the way, I've been chugging in alot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers&lt;/span&gt; lately. =D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;They're like so awesome lah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A band that started since 1983, still manages to stay so awesome till the present days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bought their Greatest Hits album, and it was totally worth my 25 bucks, which was a steal in the first place already.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Before that, I've only listened to three of their songs frequently, coz well, I only got these three songs, which are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Californication&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;By The Way&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Dani California&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;But after listening to the album, I realized there were a few more awesome songs that I've always liked, but did not know the title, especially......&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Under The Bridge&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Under The Bridge&lt;/span&gt; is the song that goes:-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't ever wanna feeeeeeeel, like I did that day, take me to the place I lovvvvvvvve, take me all the way~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Familiar? Hehe, maybe not. But to me, it's a total classic.  Others like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Scar Tissue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Otherside&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Suck My Kiss&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Parallel Universe&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Fortune Faded&lt;/span&gt; are also really really nice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I didn't realize they wrote so many of these cun songs. &gt;o&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And they always make me feel so funky. Coz they are. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.veramarnavalproducts.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/Red%20Hot%20Chili%20Peppers%20Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.veramarnavalproducts.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/Red%20Hot%20Chili%20Peppers%20Logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;RHCP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-5284020329123934826?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/5284020329123934826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=5284020329123934826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5284020329123934826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5284020329123934826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/07/red-hot.html' title='Red Hot.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6365188724806013909</id><published>2008-07-16T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:50:50.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Is truly a funny place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But nice at the same time, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Speaking of which, have you had anything happy happen to you lately? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Cherish that memory~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Think about it often; intoxicate yourself. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Do you have something nice to yourself at this moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Cherish it~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't tempt yourself with something else, you might just lose both. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Appreciate what you have in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Because they're there in your arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hug as hard as you can. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.confluxfestival.org/conflux2007/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.confluxfestival.org/conflux2007/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/hug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-6365188724806013909?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6365188724806013909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6365188724806013909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6365188724806013909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6365188724806013909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/07/world.html' title='The World.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6128392451047479654</id><published>2008-07-10T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:16:10.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations.</title><content type='html'>I hate the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the subject even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having high amounts of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that loving brings about expectations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is it that expectations bring about agony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does expectations make things ugly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why does it kill me everytime I expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I cursed to not have my expectations met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I cursed to expect but never having them come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I cursed to always be disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. The question is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I cursed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I Need Hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-6128392451047479654?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6128392451047479654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6128392451047479654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6128392451047479654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6128392451047479654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/07/expectations.html' title='Expectations.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2178708495501875318</id><published>2008-06-26T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:09:12.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pieces.</title><content type='html'>Of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm picking them up, one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glue that I used to put it back together the last time did not seem strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the glue that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you gave me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I not apply it correctly? Or maybe.....the glue is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;losing its adhesiveness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take out the partially used glue that I used and started gluing back the pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pieces are getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid the next time it breaks, I will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unable to find some of the pieces back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No one is going to help me&lt;/span&gt; to piece it back, so I can only piece it back myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vagabondish.com/wp-content/uploads/broken-heart-grants-tomb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 298px;" src="http://www.vagabondish.com/wp-content/uploads/broken-heart-grants-tomb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I Tried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-2178708495501875318?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2178708495501875318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2178708495501875318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2178708495501875318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2178708495501875318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/06/pieces.html' title='Pieces.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-5550150269326354450</id><published>2008-06-25T18:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:56:31.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I am very free today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, not really, but I've decided to give this blog a treatment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A 100th post......thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I started this blog around you know, 2 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;But the main reason why it was started in the first place was because of Anne Marie's IU back in 2006. It was so awesome, it warranted a blog. Yes, a blog opened because of one event. But what the heck, it was worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;So now, after like, 2 years plus, I'm finally to my 100th post. Everyone else is like in their 100th post by the 3rd or 4th month or something, but it took me years. What? Yeah. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Guess I'm not blogger material or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;But hey. All my posts have meaning kay. All were thought up of before posted and none of them are insufficient; in words or meaning. And that's what my blog is about. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Now now, what do you write in the 1ooth post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I really don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But what I do know is that I want to post something in conjunction of it. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh well, let's have some facts about this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I've never changed the skin of it. Ever. Like what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yup, to add, it's one of em' default skins. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;What I DID do is add all those funny funny widgets to it. Such as the music player, the clock, the tagboard..........and well yeah, that's about it. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Welllll, I DID also make the header myself. =) At least it's not entirely default. Right? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So yalah, the layout isn't exactly spectacular or something. But at least it's mine? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I've never asked anyone to help me kay. All also trial and error. Which resulted in alot of headaches.........but at least, I've made all this. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So in this blog, I've stated all kinds of emotions to all kinds of people. I've actually mentioned alot of people here before. But if I've never mentioned You [insert reader name here], let me know hoh? I'll try to find an opportunity to mention you. XD Sheesh, sound so sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;But yeah, I hope up to this point, there is actually more than 10 people reading this blog. Which.............is very unlikely. Har har har. Hur. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Don't care lah! SS pun SS lah. RAWR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So, anyways,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Happy 100th Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to my blog. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1d/100_malaysia_ringgit_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 161px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/1d/100_malaysia_ringgit_front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If only I get one of these for this post&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I'm Not A 100 Years Old Yet, Kay. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/23950962-5550150269326354450?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/5550150269326354450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=5550150269326354450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5550150269326354450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5550150269326354450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/06/100.html' title='100.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4723438496304070525</id><published>2008-06-16T20:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:54:02.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I. Saturday's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I haven't had such an awesome weekend, in like a long time. It's so awesome, it's indescribable.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This awesome awesome weekend started around a month ago, when Su Yi asked me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hey, you free on the 14th of June? Let's buat celebration weh. For you and me June babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That would be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt; I answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh, indeed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who remembered, thankyou, from the deepest of my heart. My 18th birthday will so be my best birthday so far. With so many people that filled my day, and so many nice nice gifts that you dudes and dudettes gave me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You people are so nice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, Su Yi planned this celebration which was gonna be in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;T.G.I Friday's&lt;/span&gt;, and in Pyramid, at 12 o'clock on the 14th of June, which is a Saturday. Hence, my lame title. XD But no really, it's an awesome Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before Saturday, there was a Friday, and it was awesome as well. Friday the 13th. Black Friday as some would call it. Ironically, it was one of my sweetest. XD Coz well, Mom &amp;amp; Dad made it so. Mom got me clothes I've been yearning for, and Dad got me the game which is one of the reason I wanted the PS3. I was smiling ear to ear the whole day. I was so estatic, I couldn't sleep. Before the day even ended, I was already thinking about Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And so, it was Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;People who were to celebrate with Su Yi and Me were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;a) Yen-Theng~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;b) Chong Jia Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Meng Chauw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;d) Kishen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;e) Ikhwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;f) Zarul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;g) Ikram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;h) Adelin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) Michelle Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j) Mah Jia Jun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k) Li Huey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l) Carmen Leong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the owner of my heart and my best buddy is there with me! Not to mention all the awesome people that came along. They were so crucial in making the celebration light up. As in, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;essential&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7 that day. Couldn't sleep. As in, so many thoughts were going through my mind and yeah well, I'm just freakin' excited about the day. Su Yi fetched Kishen and me at 10.30 from my house and picked up Michelle too before setting course for Pyramid.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;There, we straight away went hunting for a cake, until we ended up at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt;, and buying one of their cakes. It was fast, furious, and pricy. XD But all in good measure. We met up with Adelin not long after. There was still half an hour before 12 then. Which we then spent stoning and...taking pictures. Ehem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So, we soon got to Friday's and well, our so called Miss Tang [XD] was on the list and we were readily seated on a stretch of tables that could fit all of us. Not long after, everyone came around and yes, we were set. The orders were taken and I've had the most expensive sirloin in my life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jack Daniel's Sirloin&lt;/span&gt;? Oh yes, it was expensive alright. But all i could remember other than its price was its awesomeness. It tasted supreme! =)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was alot that happened in between the start and end of the lunch session. But I have not the patience, the skills or the pictures to tell it all to you. Thus, here's a mighty link to a mighty good post that Su Yi made. Serious, it's an awesome post:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://sisterj1199.blogspot.com/2008/06/sy-joes-birthday-celebration-at-tgi.html"&gt;Su Yi's Post. =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but, I will still take the liberty to post a group photo, just to justify my laziness. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/groupphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/groupphoto.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn, it's so tiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And after that, movie time. Hehe. What did we watch? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hak&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The Hulk&lt;/span&gt;. Ehem. It wasn't such a bad movie as you thought it'd be you know? I mean, I can understand the skepticality about a man who turns into a bigger GREEN man that whacks everybody back to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, it was enjoyable watching him do that. It was surprisingly satisfying seeing him kick people's asses, hard. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.villagevoice.com/2240490.64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 399px;" src="http://media.villagevoice.com/2240490.64.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one interesting trivia. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edward Norton&lt;/span&gt;, the actor who plays Bruce Banner/The Hulk, acted in this movie also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dvdbeaver.com/film/DVDCompare6/fightclub/title.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 228px;" src="http://www.dvdbeaver.com/film/DVDCompare6/fightclub/title.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have the chance, watch this movie. It's crazy. And I mean for real. Edward Norton plays this guy, who overworks, and soon develops a disease which causes him to have a split personality. What's with the soap? It's crazy. Haha. Watch without your parents around. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, ends this post I've postponed for almost a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fantastic day, on the 14th. I was elated, on cloud nine. That makes me kinda well, high. XD Yes, it was totally awesome. And there would be someone I'd like to thank so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://sisterj1199.blogspot.com/"&gt;Su Yi.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because this was her idea. It was her fault that I had a good time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Su Yi. You awesome. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Her birthday's on the 29th. Don't forget to wish her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks for the chocolates and the really cool home made card. It is so so nice. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also a few others I'd like to thank of course. Namely:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thank you for the Giordano hoodie and white polo. Always wanted them. &lt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks for giving me money so that I could buy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. =D  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen-Theng&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thank you dear, for the really nice shirt. It's my first of its type, and I love it. ;)  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kishen&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks for the really cool guitar lesson book, on Jazz! Imma learn so many nice licks. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;C. Jia Jun&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Meng Chauw&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks for the really, erm, sexy poster of Jay Chou. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt; - Thanks for that really nice shirt also. It fits alright. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ayane-chan&lt;/span&gt; - Thank you so much for the Hikki album. It's absolutely awesome. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;everyone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; who took the trouble to wish me a Happy Birthday; the close friends, the new friends, the strangers. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And I~ Want To Thank You For Giving Me&lt;/span&gt; The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Best Day Of My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Dido, Thank You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ver. 18.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/23950962-4723438496304070525?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4723438496304070525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4723438496304070525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4723438496304070525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4723438496304070525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/06/tgi-saturdays.html' title='T.G.I. Saturday&apos;s!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2764754731145680357</id><published>2008-05-14T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:39:23.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>College.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hee, I'm late about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Started college last week Monday, on the 5th of May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;@INTI Subang Jaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Now see, I'm taking a Engineering Degree program. But I'm starting off with a foundation program first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What? SAM? AUP? A-Levels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Nahhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm taking UFPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Throughout these two weeks so far, I've only got this look, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:220;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;o.o?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; when I told them "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;UFPE&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You know, cuz everyone's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AUP&lt;/span&gt; here, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;DMC&lt;/span&gt; there, or perhaps an &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A-Levels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So.......whenever I mention &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;UFPE&lt;/span&gt;, whether in a class introduction or in a casual conversation, I only get "What?[s]"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Here's the deal, my class has 9 people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Yes. Nine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;With No Girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eh??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, it's all expected. Except for the 9 part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So basically, the whole class can fit in the lift. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's saddening, yet humorous at the same time. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Thus, we call ourselves the Elite group, to comfort our deprived souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Our class is coded E1. And there is only one E1 in the whole school, and no one knows we exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It's like we're this select group of people, chosen to do this program stripped of public knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Kinda like a Secret Service or some sadistic side project where at the end of the project, we'll be brainwashed and turned into ruthless killing machines. O.O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So I dub UFPE, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;oundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;rogram for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;lites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; ----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But anyways, classes are fun so far, friends are nice, everything's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Maybe, 9 people ain't so bad after all. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;1 of 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-2764754731145680357?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2764754731145680357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2764754731145680357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2764754731145680357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2764754731145680357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/05/college.html' title='College.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4730140628846718387</id><published>2008-05-02T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:41:15.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirals.</title><content type='html'>In my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They numb my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sit crossed leg, with a fuzzed feeling on the soft sheets of my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hums of the small fans mounted on the window grill fills my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stare blankly on the unplugged television infront of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The clock on the wall ticks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 minutes passed, it felt longer than it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With a lazed motion, I sweep my legs down and laid my head on my pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staring at the left side of my bed, I see my past and my present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clicking the side of my cell phone, it displays 5:17 in bold black numbers on a white background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The display fades to black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staring at it for another moment, the back of my head wants it to ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I know it won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Laying it back down for the 16th time in an hour, I close my eyes and let my thoughts drift me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-4730140628846718387?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4730140628846718387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4730140628846718387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4730140628846718387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4730140628846718387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/05/spirals.html' title='Spirals.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6862798674134993381</id><published>2008-05-02T13:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:19:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Winged Angel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;As suggested by her name,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Seraphina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What a Name. What a Meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, here's a post for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ann&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Seraphina&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayane&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Cheong Chui Yee&lt;/span&gt;~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;*pops confetti*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What a Long Name too. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Wishes You Well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-6862798674134993381?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6862798674134993381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6862798674134993381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6862798674134993381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6862798674134993381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/05/six-winged-angel.html' title='Six Winged Angel.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-1169738954607602574</id><published>2008-04-28T20:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:25:37.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldin Universe.</title><content type='html'>First, credits to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Wei Yan&lt;/span&gt; for showing this on her blog. Thankyou. As I wouldn't have stumbled upon it if she had not. Go, visit her &lt;a href="http://www.mchllchn.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, it's good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From My ColorGenics Profile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are striving to make favourable impressions all of the time and you are going out of your way to make the impression that you are something special. You are constantly on the watch to see how your friends and neighbours are reacting to your various ploys. But this is so unnecessary because most of the time you are in control of the situation - and you are, in the nicest sense of the word, a 'manipulator' because you use various strategies very cleverly in order to influence and obtain the necessary recognition.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Always anxious to accept the role of the leader, as indeed you often work well with people - but try to stay out of the limelight. You'd like a life of ease with no one to rock the boat and someone who understands you is so important in your life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Matters are not progressing as well as you would have hoped and you are having to make concessions - but you still believe that your goals are realistic it's just that people can't seem to see your point of view. You know what you want but you'll only accept suggestions under duress.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You are holding back. You need to find friends in whom you can trust and once they have proved themselves beyond all possible doubt you will be prepared to give them your all. The existing situation is not of your liking - you have an unsatisfied need for mental stimulation with others whose standards are as high as your own. Trying to control your instincts the way you do restricts your ability to open up to others and the way you feel at this time is suggestive of 'total surrender'. This is not to your liking as you consider such thoughts as weaknesses that need to be overcome. You feel that only by control, controlling your innermost thoughts, are you able to maintain your air of superiority. You want to be admired for yourself alone and not for what you can do or for what you may have done. In essence 'you need to be needed' and at the same time 'you need to need'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You need to be respected as an exceptional individual. This is the only way that you can hope to achieve the status that you wish to achieve. You set yourself very high standards - and come what may - you abide by them.&lt;/p&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I call, eerily accurate. This old man is a genius. Oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy like knows me just cuz I clicked on a few coloured cubes. O.O Psychic. Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another from the same site, Romantic Revelations. It's kinda 18SX. So.......Read at your descretion. As well as laugh. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "serial monogamist" was coined for you. And you really enjoy a trust-worthy mate. You look for, and enjoy, serious relationships. You and your partner share sexual warmth and lustful excitement. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O.O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; You love being with your partner and you're good at it - just make sure you keep up with your own interests. Keep your relationship from ever going stale by surprising them with, perhaps a &lt;del&gt;Karma Sutra sex book&lt;/del&gt; or maybe trying some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;positions&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;=.=" Is that the ONLY way to keep things from going stale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Lol'ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Feels &lt;del&gt;Raped&lt;/del&gt; Unsafe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-1169738954607602574?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/1169738954607602574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=1169738954607602574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1169738954607602574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1169738954607602574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/04/goldin-universe.html' title='Goldin Universe.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-3680485100363593863</id><published>2008-04-16T17:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:32:02.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Feeling uber random, uber mushy, uber anything, today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And to curb that randomness, I've decided to blog &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt;.....or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;.....or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;......You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I think about you till my head hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My head hurts more when I don't think about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;When you hurt, I hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;When you feel, I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So when you're sad, I'm sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Though that, I still be happy when you're sad, so that you'll be happy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I celebrate your successes, I comfort your doubts, but at the end of the day, I just want to care for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I remember words from your heart as I keep them ever dear, in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Let our hearts and souls be together every second, every minute, every moment."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"I'll love you always and forever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"I'll keep you in my treasure chest."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"(^-^) &lt;3 (^-^)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Together Always."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I asked you. How close are our hearts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://adultcardiac.stanford.edu/images/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 327px;" src="http://adultcardiac.stanford.edu/images/heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Ever Side By Side."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; Less Than 3 You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-3680485100363593863?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/3680485100363593863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=3680485100363593863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3680485100363593863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3680485100363593863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/04/you.html' title='You?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-763838950963003085</id><published>2008-04-11T14:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T23:17:34.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Weather's pretty good today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Got to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to sleep well today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I am the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;last man standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Logging in on the officially&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;last day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; of full time work here at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tutorial Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Thankyou everyone, for the huge support, strange looks, and backstabbing you've given me throughout this 3 months.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I've been earning my own money during these times and I've been using only my own money ever since.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800 might not be alot, but work's kinda fun.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to see strange parents, crazy parents, fun parents, nice kids, pretty kids, irritating kids, dirty kids, and also well, nice nice teachers.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Seeing how dirty the classrooms can be after a week of not sweeping, reminds me of Pn.Chong's 10 ringgit fine last time. Oh, these kids would need to pay alot of 10 bucks. ^.^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;All the notes, the papercuts, the money handling, the receipt writing, the photocopier operating have been part of my job, and I'm hella good at it now. Test me. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 316px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cranky Machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You know, the centre's pretty old, and the stuff around are too. They're aged to the point where they kinda have a life of their own. Every machine has it's own quirks that you have to know and get used to, and well, you gotta work around those stuff so that you don't get a headache yourself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's like, the computer printer HAVE to be on first before the computer, or else, it won't work until you restart. Then, the computer CANNOT have iTunes on only, or else it'll hang. So I have to open some browser, maybe publisher, or anything, just to make it not hang with iTunes running. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 322px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teman Setiaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I decided to stick these mini Keroros on top of the monitor just for fun. (^.^)b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well, I definitely won't forget the aquarium cleaning, filter changing, and water changing. It's.......not so pleasant but well, it's not too hard. And....at least the fishes are happy? Hahah. I have to feed them daily too. I guess the fishies love me now. Or not..... Ish, donnolah. ^.^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fishies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 323px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More Fishies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;All in all, it's been fun, getting to know all these students, or would I say, friends. From Form 1 to Form 5. Kinda like a twist of fate. A huge one. XD&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From total strangers to friends, caused by an unlikely reason...... Attendance taking. LOL~ As time goes by, I somehow knew everyone one of these people's name, while they don't know mine, but some do, but we all get along anyway. Hahah. It' really cool.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! Being an Ah Long. It was funny. Whenever it's past the 15th of the month, a so called operation will be commenced, whereby everyone who hasn't paid their fees will be written on a list, and each one of them will be hunted, until they bloody pay. O.O Hahah. And well, I'll have to pass out these "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Overdue Fee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;" paper to each and everyone of them. Just to remind them. Just. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 308px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Overdue Fee Paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well, colleagues. I've had lots. All ran away. Except for JJ, which he had to leave because of NS. But that doesn't change the fact that I'm alone here now. Haha. Sad man. But well, it's worth toughing out. Now I'm richer, and more experienced. Take that, runaway people. [Runaway people? *shrugs*] Lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01017.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 312px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Attendance Book. I have to write in it everyday. I have about 4 pages of this. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 311px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quirkiness in the centre. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am responsible for this being here. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 314px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 318px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am going back to help out at certain intervals, up to until early May. I can't complain, it's got good money. =)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Well, till then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Interact IU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; tomorrow oh.... =)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC01006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-763838950963003085?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/763838950963003085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=763838950963003085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/763838950963003085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/763838950963003085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-day.html' title='Last Day.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-8728498725922856039</id><published>2008-04-10T14:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:11:07.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Last Day.</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From proper sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a new soul, I came to this strange world, Hoping I could learn abit about how to give and take.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Yael Naim, New Soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the people who're worth reacting to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are the people who're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; worth reacting to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart be with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 391px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/1-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&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/23950962-8728498725922856039?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/8728498725922856039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=8728498725922856039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8728498725922856039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8728498725922856039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/04/2nd-last-day.html' title='2nd Last Day.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2237976394866197073</id><published>2008-04-09T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:46:35.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Day.</title><content type='html'>This is the 3rd day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the designated day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Time kinda flies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crisis Core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ae/%E4%B8%89-order.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ae/%E4%B8%89-order.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&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/23950962-2237976394866197073?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2237976394866197073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2237976394866197073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2237976394866197073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2237976394866197073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/04/3rd-day.html' title='3rd Day.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-7529198325541291837</id><published>2008-04-08T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:30:47.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Day.</title><content type='html'>Signing in from the Centre's computer, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; day before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hibernation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. What a strange thing. Like a piece of clay. Changes shape. Can be beautiful, can be ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people who shape it, must work together to make the clay beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;, please be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; be happy always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will be right there with you whether it's hard or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, humans can be so wild and violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throwing things, raising voices, shouting vulgarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily the projectile didn't hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor glass behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.onflex.org/count/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 183px;" src="http://www.onflex.org/count/4.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&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/23950962-7529198325541291837?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/7529198325541291837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=7529198325541291837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7529198325541291837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7529198325541291837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/04/4th-day.html' title='4th Day.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-3472388467438532006</id><published>2008-04-07T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:01:29.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Day.</title><content type='html'>Today is the 5th day from my long awaited hibernation period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But will have to anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I get paid for waiting? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 145px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&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/23950962-3472388467438532006?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/3472388467438532006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=3472388467438532006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3472388467438532006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3472388467438532006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/04/5th-day.html' title='5th Day.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-8939442396923484580</id><published>2008-04-01T14:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:24:21.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progressing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Hey babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm really bored at work, so I'm doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;From today.......let's see......it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;8 working days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; before I stop work, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;10 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; before I stop work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It's going &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;excruciatingly slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. Why ah? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I find myself wanting to get outta here. Coz I wanna study and progress in life.....Well, not that I'm not progressing anyways. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Up to now, I've earned a total of.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;800 x 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;, which is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;2400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;self-earned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; Malaysian Ringgit. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;By the end of my work period, i'll get another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. Could be more. Hahaha. Just enough to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;belanja people makan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;And I haven't asked a sen from Dad since I got my first pay check. *proud*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Which means I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;semi-self-dependent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; by now. Rawr~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;What? You want me to belanja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;? Can.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Just send in your application forms, and I'll call up the shortlisted ones for an interview. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Ehem, sorry for the utmostly randomicity, coz I've been going through so many scholarship procedures that they just got stuck in my mind. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Not that I managed to get any anyways. &gt;.&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sleep is scarce nowadays. Due to coming back home at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;10 p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; daily. By the time I catch up with friends online and spend quality time with my PS3, it's usually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; a.m already. Isk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Unhealthy betul&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I doubt college is better but well, at least you get to stay home more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; and meet friends more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; and not confront witty and fussy parents of nowadays-spoilt-children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;and I get to use the phone more legally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;[!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; and I won't get scolded by my superiors for small reasons anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;[*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; and I.....well, you can imagine lah. Hohoho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Those who has gone out and worked will know what I'm talking about.......Or wait. Those who has come and work and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tutorial Lee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;will know what I'm talking about. In this case, only my best buddeh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;CJJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; will know what I'm talking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;One man army-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; the centre is no big enjoyment. I open and close shop. Anything in the middle, I do too. Imagine:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://appraisalnewsonline.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/multitasking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 327px;" src="http://appraisalnewsonline.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/multitasking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except that I'm not smiling. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I have to issue receipts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;photostating notes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stapling notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;taking attendance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;taking credit card payments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;counting money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;handling enquiries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;answering the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;missing dinner time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;feeding the fishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;.....well, you get the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;It was better with 2 or more people then. Now it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;me, myself and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. Kinda crappy sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I've done so many odd jobs in one place, I have nothing else to expect. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Yup, I want to feel the freedom once more. You people in college, enjoy yourself, eventhough assignments kill and stuff.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;You're doing what you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;8 working days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-8939442396923484580?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/8939442396923484580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=8939442396923484580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8939442396923484580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8939442396923484580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/04/progressing.html' title='Progressing.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-3688265890628895728</id><published>2008-03-30T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T22:31:10.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Rage.</title><content type='html'>Old news desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have to post anyways. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an follow up to my previous post, &lt;a href="http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-lesson.html"&gt;First Lesson.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A legal driver I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can drive you, me, or anyone around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, that's up to me to decide. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Plicense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 301px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Plicense.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pakar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;No More L.&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/23950962-3688265890628895728?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/3688265890628895728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=3688265890628895728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3688265890628895728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3688265890628895728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/03/road-rage.html' title='Road Rage.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-8450695070705791079</id><published>2008-03-19T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T15:57:21.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ivy.</title><content type='html'>This is a continuation of the previous post, which is about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many can already see, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt; is a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specifically, she's an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ibanez Artcore Custom AS103&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got her two weeks ago, and yes, she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feast your eyes, on these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The thingies on the fretboard, which are called inlays, are made of pearl, or something like that. XD Don't they look just awesome?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gold hardware, all the way to the headstock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Notice that the knobs are dark in colour, but they're actually dark brown, and made of WOOD. OMG.  [Usually knobs are made of plastic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Full view of body, in hardcase which came with it. Notice the lines on the wood? It's because the body is made of Flamed Maple. And it's a natural thing. The wood looks like that straight out of the tree. The guitar looks so much more exotic with em. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serial Number~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 334px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy12.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Back of headstock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shine! Notice the contours on the body. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy11.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the back too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 322px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stylised Shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 321px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy10.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of guitar is called an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Archtop&lt;/span&gt;, or a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Semi-Hollow Bodied Guitar&lt;/span&gt;, whichever you prefer. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;F-Holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, it's not that F.&lt;/span&gt;] , which are those huge holes on the body of the guitar, which can also be found on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Violins&lt;/span&gt;. They really give the guitar that really nice look and it's not all for looks. It also give s the guitar a great warm and full tone. You need to hear it to believe it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suitably played for jazz and blues, don't think that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ivy&lt;/span&gt; can't play with distortion. It actually sounds better than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;! Oh my. XD [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emily's my Epiphone SG&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is such an all rounder guitar that, with just a few minor tweaks, it can basically come up with any tone for any music you can think of, with plenty of sustain to boot. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sustain is how long a note played on the guitar lasts before it fades off. =)&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, basically, it's just plain cun. For a really nice price tag too, compared to many others of the same type. And I'm not being sarcastic. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end, I'd like to thank Daddy for being such an awesome Dad. He practically did everything in order to get my guitar. Such as, driving down to KL, then driving to Mid Valley, then driving back to KL, and paying for it. &gt;.&lt; style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hero&lt;/span&gt;. Why it took a return trip to KL, that's a story for another day. Hehe. But anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks Daddy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so! Officially, I have a kickass guitar, and now I really have no more&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; GAS&lt;/span&gt;. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guitar Acquisition Syndrome.&lt;/span&gt;] Because Ivy suits all my needs. Haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Ivy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-8450695070705791079?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/8450695070705791079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=8450695070705791079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8450695070705791079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8450695070705791079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-ivy.html' title='My Ivy.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-976695033935430496</id><published>2008-03-05T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:19:45.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ivy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/ivy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More pictures to come soon. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;(^.^)b&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/23950962-976695033935430496?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/976695033935430496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=976695033935430496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/976695033935430496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/976695033935430496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/03/ivy.html' title='Ivy.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6513789289088928145</id><published>2008-02-23T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:15:12.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Lesson.</title><content type='html'>Of driving!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like........ it happened! I'm blogging just after the lesson ended. I can still feel my butt aching from the tension. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey, first time driving a manual car kay. Gear shifting, clutch pressing, signal pulling, lane changing, light stopping, it's just phenomenal. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange I didn't feel it DURING the lesson, but now AFTER the lesson, I realize how freakin' exhilarating it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it was because I'm half-awake during the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I woke up at 4.30, and I slept at 2 something. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey~! I still managed to do well kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher actually said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, your control is very good. You got play go-kart before is it?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahha. (^.^)b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I told him, it's the video games. Now, who said playing video games instead of sports is no use. In your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand-eye coordination babeh~ Weeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, from the moment I sat on the driver's seat, I was never chased out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even let me go on the main roads and let me drive my way home! How cool is that? Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, sorry to dissapoint you,  I did not hit any cats, dogs or people. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking another two classes next week, and wow, can't wait. Though I actually dread the actual test. But no matter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall driiiiiiive.........Weeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Llicense.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Llicense.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strangely Amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Memandu.&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/23950962-6513789289088928145?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6513789289088928145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6513789289088928145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6513789289088928145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6513789289088928145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-lesson.html' title='First Lesson.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-7412051408049830856</id><published>2008-02-14T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:13:14.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;On Valentine's Day, I had to work alone. Yes, it was only me at the workplace. Silent. But well, bearable. But hey! It's Valentine's Day! Work alone also nevermind...... Because there's someone there always. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So, here goes again, I dedicate this post to my very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;companion/girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;As some people don't care much about this day, or as some people has nothing to care about this day, I pretty much have all the reason to care about this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You have been the driving force of the many things that happen in my life since you've been with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You drive me to study better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You drive me to work better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You drive me to not be emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You drive me to look forward to tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You drive me to be positive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You drive me to strive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So how can I possibly not celebrate this day for you? If I hadn't had you, today would find me being among the many who spend this day alone, with no one in their hearts, while they hope so badly for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I don't want to feel that way. And I need not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Because I have you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;And that makes all the difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I hope I've made your Valentine's that much more special too because you've made mine, especially enjoyable, eventhough you're out of sight. But you are never out of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yen-Theng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Rose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; Hope you liked the flowers! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Loves You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-7412051408049830856?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/7412051408049830856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=7412051408049830856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7412051408049830856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7412051408049830856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-1036149230776080428</id><published>2008-01-27T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:04:29.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bliss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;As many of you already know, or don't know, I am &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; while waiting for my SPM results. Well, I've mentioned it on my previous posts. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;So, that means that I have &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;zero&lt;/span&gt; chance of meeting up with whoever I want to meet; my old friends, old acquaintances, and my special friend. It's seriously lonely. Well, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;I've worked on two public holidays so far, that's&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; New Year's Day&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Awal Muharram&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. I worked on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;PUBLIC HOLIDAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;. True that. =) Well, what to do, I'm working in a tuition center, and it's this early in the year. Thus, the boss needs to open as often as possible to get more customers, and so on. Understandable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;But that doesn't mean I don't need to go out and chill......=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;Then....the chance came. A open opportunity. Golden. There was a public holiday, and I didn't have to work on.....&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Thaipusam&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;23rd&lt;/span&gt; of January. Yeah baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,204,0)"&gt;Ji Lynn&lt;/span&gt;'s back. That pet sister of mine who went to Australia, and came back for holidays. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Jia Jun&lt;/span&gt;'s my colleague. That best bud of mine and he was the one that introduced me to Ji Lynn. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;Yen-Theng&lt;/span&gt;'s on holiday too. Haven't seen her for ages, and I was dying to see her again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;And that's what happened on that day. We went out............ &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/me-jl-jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/me-jl-jj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Me. Ji Lynn. Jia Jun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;This picture kinda summed up the whole day. It's just the bunch of us, and we just did a whole lotta things. In short, I spent time with these people, and it was pure bliss. I got to introduce the two ladies to each other, and now there's no gap in my relationship circle. Hehe. It was fun. Seriously, what's better than spending the day with your significant other, best bud, and favourite pet little sister? Well, not much. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;These people are the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;loveliest people&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in my life right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00849copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00849copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Wonderful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Syok.&lt;/span&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/23950962-1036149230776080428?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/1036149230776080428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=1036149230776080428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1036149230776080428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1036149230776080428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/01/bliss.html' title='Bliss.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4171467025204136619</id><published>2008-01-19T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:31:00.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear.</title><content type='html'>What does this word mean to you? Ever wondered if the fear you feel is extreme enough? It's very subjective. But yes, whatever you feel, it all has a similiar characteristic, which is, fear strikes you in your mind and soul, shivering it from head to toe. You are scared stiff. Speechless. Cold sweat. Your eyes water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a feeling like that......yesterday. Ehem. It was indeed fear at it's very peak. But what was fear? Fear for me wasn't heights, spiders or cockroaches. My biggest fear I think, is &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'not being good enough' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'dissapointing one other'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. That's exactly what I did and felt yesterday. It's crazy. Stemed from a small little mistake. One week later, it caused havoc. The effects of my carelessness could've caused a whole lot of catastrophes in the area of money, people and business. And not to me either. It means that I'm causing all this trouble on another person because of MY mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is fear to me. To cause trouble for someone I respect and hold responsibility to. I so hate to dissapoint people. It just strikes me in the back of the head and all I can say to myself when that happens is, &lt;strong&gt;"You bloody idiot." &lt;/strong&gt;I don't care who I dissapoint. It's just the fact that I failed to carry out my duty well. I cannot find myself to blame others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange? Well, I'm strange like that. Lol. Anyways, hope all you people doing college isn't having anything to fear. Safety and peace to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Brrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-4171467025204136619?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4171467025204136619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4171467025204136619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4171467025204136619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4171467025204136619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/01/fear.html' title='Fear.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4637131457160199191</id><published>2008-01-09T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:14:20.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Hoo</title><content type='html'>That's a song title by my current favourite singer, KT Tunstall. Out of free time, I've decided to dedicate this song to you, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yen-Theng&lt;/span&gt;. Just tells what I feel right now. =) The title can be misleading though. Hehe. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/KT1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/KT1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/mff-pill.swf" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=7311156&amp;amp;path=2008/01/09&amp;amp;mycolor=0xF5C9C7&amp;amp;mycolor2=0x000000&amp;amp;mycolor3=0xF72408&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100" width="265" height="110" name="myflashfetish" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; If I was looking for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Would you be easy to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Would I be looking all night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; And if I got lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Would you go looking for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Or would you be alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; On your own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh in the light of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; It feels right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Comfortable to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; From head to toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Gone the evening when the shadows fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Will I call your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; But it's not the same as having you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; If I was a second too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Or a moment too soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Or an hour too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Tell me baby would you wait a bit longer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; I wonder if you would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Or would you be long gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Would you be long, would you be long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh in the light of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; It feels right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Comfortable to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; From head to toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Gone the evening when the shadows fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Will I call your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; But it's not the same as having you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Cause having you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Is knowing your near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; As a feeling you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Is knowing you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Cause whispering in your ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; As my hands in your hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; As knowing your there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Oh in the light of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; It feels right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Comfortable to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; From head to toe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Gone the evening when the shadows fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; Will I call your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; But it's not the same as having you here&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Misses You.&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/23950962-4637131457160199191?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4637131457160199191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4637131457160199191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4637131457160199191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4637131457160199191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2008/01/boo-hoo.html' title='Boo Hoo'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-738981388732662709</id><published>2007-12-31T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T10:21:55.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye &amp; Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Goodbye,&lt;em&gt; 2007&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a great year, 2007. Though I felt it's been quite hectic, and it went by quite the fast. Alot happened this year, and I really appreciate alot of it. Met alot of new people, did alot of new things, and whatever it is that we do during a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let's see my year in review:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-SPM year. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;-The only year I had tuition.&lt;br /&gt;-Joint the most clubs in my many years.&lt;br /&gt;-Got an A for Ko-ku.&lt;br /&gt;-Went through a breakup.&lt;br /&gt;-Went through a makeup.&lt;br /&gt;-MPT5.&lt;br /&gt;-Performed with Guitar on stage for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;-Formed my first Band. Vocalist.&lt;br /&gt;-First time working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-First girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To be honest, I can't remember much about this year, but that was the gist of it. It was over, as swiftly as it came. Now, this is the new year. A pretty much important one. A lot of things will be determined this year, and it is up to us to make it happen. Slacking's not much of an option for me this year. Neither is negligence. Somehow, I have to find pockets of time in between work, then studies, to be with people I love and treasure so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;It's a strange thing. It seemed like yesterday, that we were in standard 1. Now we are here, doing what we only saw our parents do. Well, that's taking the responsibility upon ourselves of course. Don't think about the dirty stuff, mind you. ;) Eventhough that is bound to come anyways. Haha. We are growing up. And 2008 seems to be the prime year. Or the borderline one. It's only the tip of the iceberg. And I want to reach the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So anyways, I wish that this year works out for you as well as for me. It's not gonna be easy, but we're gonna tough it through. Just numb that into your mind, and you'll have nothing to worry about. Heheh. I definitely have to. And after all that, I just wanna wish you a,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Happy or not, it's up to you. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;New.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-738981388732662709?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/738981388732662709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=738981388732662709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/738981388732662709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/738981388732662709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-hello.html' title='Goodbye &amp; Hello.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-1795003441729423825</id><published>2007-12-26T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:17:26.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Labour.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Labour of Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as some of you have known, I'm working already. For 3 months, till SPM results come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Workplace&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tutorial Lee&lt;/span&gt;. [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, not as a teacher. I'm not qualified. Neither are you. XP&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first day, and well, it wasn't really what I expected but well, I got used to it within the first few hours. It required less effort than I expected, but well, I think it's just because it's during this time of the year, when people are still having their holidays. I figured things would heat up after new year. Hehe, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hours for me are from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 pm to 10 pm&lt;/span&gt;. 1 hour dinner time, but it's really loose. No strictness involved, and everything is flexible, from dinner time to dress code. It's so free! Wahaha. Plus, I get to bring my guitar along. How wicked is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't let all that free soul story fool you, I did learn quite abit and do quite abit today. Like....how to operate the photostat machine extensively! Hahah. And, how to do things more efficiently, how to cooperate with your colleagues, blah blah, yadda yadda, and all that. It was great fun! I felt useful....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, 2nd day tomorrow, can't wait. Hahah. Well, that's all. Come see me at Taipan, or when you drop by at McD's and say hi! I'd appreciate that. Till then, take care~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Working Siut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-1795003441729423825?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/1795003441729423825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=1795003441729423825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1795003441729423825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1795003441729423825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-day-of-labour.html' title='First Day of Labour.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-5423490430307180600</id><published>2007-12-17T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:29:08.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You. Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;We share a connection no one else has access to. It's just us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; and me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; and you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Everyday, the connection not only grows stronger, it grows more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It was a great effort to build this one of a kind connection. Took alot of pain, heartbreaks, hate, anger, but it would not have been built without the divine element, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Seeing us today, it's hard to believe that we actually went so far, so much, to get here. Yet. We are not dreaming. It is real. It is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Your hand in mine, we walk together. Having you, the distance becomes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;insignificant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Words can hardly, hardly explain what I feel right now. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Clichéd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, but true as ever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;As true as that look in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;With you in my arms, I wanted nothing more, but for time to stop. It was bliss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;redefined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It's amazing how your fingers find their way between mine. Clumsy at first, certain at second. Warm and secure, you say they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;They might not be tailor made to fit each other. But it was the imperfections that made it perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Now I hardly want to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You gave me doubts. You gave me whatever it is that made me break. But ultimately, you gave me trust. The doubts disintegrated, and an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;unbreakable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; bond is formed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;You might not be by my side always, but in my heart, you will never be absent. You gave me faith.You made me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. And I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Now and forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It was hard to say at first. But not anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;. I say it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;because I mean it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/hands-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/hands-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Has &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-5423490430307180600?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/5423490430307180600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=5423490430307180600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5423490430307180600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5423490430307180600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-me.html' title='You. Me.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4285412589908281438</id><published>2007-11-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:27:30.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes? YES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gone as swiftly as it has come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; swiftly, but you get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the 1 month plus that has just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obliviated&lt;/span&gt; into thin space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obliviated&lt;/span&gt;' even a word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I lost my english along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's holidays at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me, her, me, her......me.......her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hope it's really so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, who finished today:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY!! Accounts is fun. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, who finished with Bio:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yay~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You, who finished BEFORE Bio:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck for the rest with Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d(^.^)b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Too overwhelmed. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Holidays. Like, Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-4285412589908281438?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4285412589908281438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4285412589908281438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4285412589908281438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4285412589908281438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/11/yes-yes.html' title='Yes? YES.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-5901666148645441748</id><published>2007-10-19T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:40:37.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 200px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sudden spur of inspiration after an sms session with her. Simple, but I think it's true. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Be Happy, You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-5901666148645441748?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/5901666148645441748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=5901666148645441748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5901666148645441748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5901666148645441748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/10/love.html' title='Love.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6032015831296062030</id><published>2007-10-12T22:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T00:09:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yeaps, you know who &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyone else can just not read this, because this is really, for her only. (^.^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hmm, looking back, I can't really believe that we've known each other for that long. From the time we were still carefree primary kids, till today, the day that I'm glad I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lived&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lived to know you&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;be with you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Starting out as friends; it was so innocent back then. Smiles, wishes, we exchanged. How ironic it was that we used to have different people in our hearts. And how it must've been divine intervention that you became that very person in my heart. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank God for magic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Not just merely a replacement that some might think, but more of a different person altogether. Even more special, even more meaningful. You didn't fill in the empty hole in my heart, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you gave me a new one&lt;/span&gt;; one that beats for you despite the scars and wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Today, we are us. And I'm thankful for that being material in this world, not just in dreams. Even if it was, it would've been a wonderful one. Then I thought back, it was a wonder that we went through all the thick and thin in that occurred in the middle of all this. I shook my head, and thought a second time, the beginning brought the present, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;anything in between is irrelevant&lt;/span&gt;. Just as long as I have you now, it's all that matters:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou, are closer to my heart than anyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything means nothing if I don't have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;othing is what I don't have when I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday is what I cherish,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;earing the sounds of love when I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verlasting in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ew and old memories alike,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;ood and beautiful ones don't fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's a pity we didn't get more time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;est I long for you too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;h well, I thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;igilant I must stay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;verything will come through in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;es, that's the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne will complete the other in time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;nited we will be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00631edit-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00631edit-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A bright beginning is as important as a bright future, see not only what is to come but what brings. Then you will see the message within. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;In Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-6032015831296062030?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6032015831296062030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6032015831296062030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6032015831296062030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6032015831296062030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/10/for-you.html' title='For You.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-565728164780749780</id><published>2007-09-25T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:48:05.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kampung.</title><content type='html'>What is the meaning of that word to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine, is described with pictures:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At first glance, this looks like a stall. Selling. Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00607.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At second glance, you realize that there's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huge freakin' line&lt;/span&gt;, with people of all ages, taking stuff from the tables. Without paying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00608.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I mean, seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00609.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in the line&lt;/span&gt;. XDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00611.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jalan, jalan.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00610.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jalan, jalan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00612.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pauuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!! Look at the amount of stuff the people took. [note:amount of thrash created]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00614.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yessss lah....... this is the product of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kampung-ness&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kiasu-ness&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malaysian-ness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Win&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point I'm trying to make, whenever there's free stuff, we Malaysians are bound to diligently stay in the line, just to get a piece of it. I mean, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free-mah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MCA Mooncake Festival thingy at Summit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, my cousin's and my family were there. That means, more manpower. ALL of us got into the line. ALL of us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pau-ed&lt;/span&gt; packets of drinks. Look at the trunk of the car. Full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kampung&lt;/span&gt;. For good measure. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're more pictars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00597.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They had lion dancing~ Oooh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00598.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is a close up. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They actually didn't allow pictures, because the flash can distract the lion dancers, and cause them to fall =X Well, mine didn't have flash on. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And look what I found! St. John's members from our school! They were duty-ing for the event with fellow members from USJ 13. Semangat. Chyi Tian here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoover and chick from USJ 13. Eeeeeehem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00603.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foo Yun Jian and Sok Guan. EEEEEEEEhem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00605.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's Wai Hou's back. And that's his teman. Didn't catch her name. =S And yes, Ehem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Ying&lt;/span&gt; was there too, but she was somewhere I couldn't go to, so no pictures. =( And I gave &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wai Hou&lt;/span&gt; a pack of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pau-ed&lt;/span&gt; drinks to distribute to the dudes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was hella fun. (^.^)d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Kampung is Good Laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-565728164780749780?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/565728164780749780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=565728164780749780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/565728164780749780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/565728164780749780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/09/kampung.html' title='Kampung.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-781665072356070441</id><published>2007-09-13T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:18:30.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MPT5 - A Night To Remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Firstly, I must say, took too long for me to finally gather up all my courage and ego to do this post. Sorry. (^.^)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, to post up the pictures of myself and the ones around me that night; and the video of my not so gempak performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, to post up so little pictures of that night. I only managed to scavenge a few off people. Meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/9-7-2007.MPT576012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/9-7-2007.MPT576012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me, Yen-Theng, Megan, Viknesh. The 4 Who Were Split Into 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We were supposed to stay in the same class. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/CIMG3402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/CIMG3402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/CIMG3406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/CIMG3406.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jia Jun, Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best Buds, Best Pictures. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/IMG_47481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/IMG_47481.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Koperasi Gang&lt;/span&gt;: Pui Mum, Jia Wen, Me, Cik Tan, Jia Jun, Su Yi, Xin Hui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Most of us are AJKs. ^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/IMG_4793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/IMG_4793.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jia Jun, Su Yi, Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Two Guys, A Girl, and MPT5. That's HIS date by the way. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/IMG_4787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/IMG_4787.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Err.... Alot of Girls = Nose Bleed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yen-Theng don't angry. (^.^)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/9-7-2007.MPT576054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 331px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/9-7-2007.MPT576054.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me performing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt; took this picture. My favourite so far. Thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/IMG_4857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/IMG_4857.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me performing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now with backdrop. Lol. Taken by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Su Yi&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks a bunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/CIMG3388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/CIMG3388.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Class 5A 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Priceless. Even Hanis is in it. Regrettable that some didn't make it inside. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here, are the videos of my performance. Full credits to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Megan&lt;/span&gt; once more, for recording in the first place. Arigatou Gozaimasssss~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MqeJ0cnHg08"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MqeJ0cnHg08" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcFCg1EIYwA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcFCg1EIYwA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Drift Away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Collide&lt;/span&gt; was for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drift Away&lt;/span&gt; was for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Date&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yen-Theng&lt;/span&gt;. [Yes, hentam me for writing it here. XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that led to the night was so exciting for me, yet nerve wrecking. The performance was indeed not easy to prepare for as I have never done such a feat before. 300 people + Teachers + Special Someone. I almost died when I stood on that stage. I must say, the spotlight helped blind me, which in turn helped reduce my stage fright. Phew, am I glad it turned out okay. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole, the night was an awesome one for me. For certain reasons. XP These are for me to know only. Lalala. It has spawned such a memory that I don't think will fade anytime soon. Gave me so much of reason to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I was truly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt; that night. I do hope though, that the memories live on, as material beings, and not so much as a dream. Let the dream come true they say. And I say hell yeah to that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b(^.^)d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MPT5's&lt;/span&gt; over, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPM's&lt;/span&gt; coming. Much fun to be had. Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;(^o^) Happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/23950962-781665072356070441?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/781665072356070441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=781665072356070441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/781665072356070441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/781665072356070441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/09/mpt5-night-to-remember.html' title='MPT5 - A Night To Remember.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6041663297848087732</id><published>2007-08-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:57:25.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Head.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;A lotta things are going on inside it. Strange, but I don't know what is actually bothering me. Weird. Hohoho. u.u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hmm, Merdeka lah people. And then, MPT 5 lah. Wait, before that, there's Gerak Gempur. Woohoo. Nice. I especially like the MPT 5 part. It's bugging me to death. [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Need-To-Put-On-A-Good-Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &gt;.&lt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I've been playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. I like the lifestyle inside. School as usual. But it's so much less boring. You get to go to Kendo Classes. You have great hair. You have hot female friends. People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; you. Studies seem more interesting too. I got highest marks in class.....in the game. I got rewarded by my Senpai [senior]. I get to whack monsters at night. I am a prodigy. Yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Going to Legend Hotel tomorrow. For &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Merdeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;. Wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;I miss talking to certain people. They don't seem to give a hoot about me though. Can't blame em', I'm ugly. Especially after I cut my hair. And my nose is giving me problems. Must be the curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I want a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. It's expensive. Dad's pocket is limited eventhough bottomless. O.O Well. Let's wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Thankyou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Yen-Theng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Gripmaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;. Love it. Been squeezing it day and night. I know it costs a bomb. Love it even more. And oh, please don't mind the sexually suggestive connotation of  squeeze. I don't mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I like the girl in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jay Chou's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; movie '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;'. Not the main character though. The side one. She's one hot chick. Oh my god. Well, her name's Alice Tzeng, but virtually unknown. No pictures. =( She's 'Sky' in the movie. Cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt; today. Best Rat I've seen since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Tail&lt;/span&gt;. This one can cook. Disney still got magic. My tuition teacher said it lacked a singing segment, aka musical. Well, I kinda agree. Good movie anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;School is lame. But enjoyable. Just a tad boring. Let's do add maths next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Everytime I hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Remioromen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;'s songs from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;One Liter of Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;, I remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Aya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;. And I feel like crying. I be thankful because I have no such disease. But the dark side of me secretly hopes that I do get some kind of disease, so that people love me more. What a stupid thought. After really kena. [slaps self]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I am liking really old chinese songs. Songs like, from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Theresa Teng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; and those sung by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Cai Qin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I've especially fallen in love with "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Qing Ren De Yan Lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;" [Lover's Tears] and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Yue Liang Dai Piao Wo De Xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;" [The Moon Represents My Heart]. I am getting old&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I realize I cannot live without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hee Zhern, Mah Jia Jun, Meng Chauw, Chong Jia Jun, Viknesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; and sprinkles of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yen-Theng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;. The chaps make me laugh till I die, and the latter equalizes my life by filling it with sufficient drama. I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I need more money. Or maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;This is the most random post ever. Beware.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Happy Merdeka, Lovelies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-6041663297848087732?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6041663297848087732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6041663297848087732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6041663297848087732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6041663297848087732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-head.html' title='My Head.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2404152612305017600</id><published>2007-08-23T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:31:17.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be A Guitar Hero</title><content type='html'>Hi Kawan-Kawan~ This is another post to update on my quest to play the guitar properly. Well, more like an update on my equipment. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one year, well, not exactly, I think it's one year plus a few days, since I've started playing guitar. And in that one year, man, learnt a whole dang lot. I still remember the day when I picked up my first Acoustic guitar from Guitar Collection at Sunway Pyramid. I was as blur as shit, scared, and unsure of what this is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was sure about one thing, I heck wanted to learn how to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I go, got my RM400 acoustic, which I named Abby, and there my journey started, as a amateur guitarist. I got home, and played. I was lost. =S It as like, what the hell, six strings and no where to start. Luckily, my ever faithful buddy, Brenda, gave me starters. She borrowed me this chord book, which I bought later on also, and started off from there. A, B, C, D, F, Am, and all those chords were so foreign to me. Lol. Thinking back, I even had trouble memorizing the positions. XD And barres! Aren't they just the nightmare for every new guitarist out there. Man, they're still nightmares for me. Thankfully, I can barre properly now. Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long later, I got my first electric, Elly, which was a Strat Copy and was really really budget. I had no idea how electric was different from acoustic then. I've always just thought that electric is just the more noisy version of acoustic. Lol. Funny. So, there I was strumming full chords on my electric. Oh my god. Hahah. But being so amateur, I thought that was supposed to be it and I actually enjoyed it. XD No wonder my mom was complaining about the noise. Hee hee. That went on for like.....months, until I took classes. Which I loved so much, and so that's when I found out about Power Chords, and Scales. Now I'm making constructive noise! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, actually, from then until today, I've gotten lotsa new stuff for my guitar addiction, which includes a new amp, two new guitars, and lots more. You know, it's like, when you get better, you crave for better equipment......but in my case, I'm doing that a little too fast I think. XD I mean, the craving. XP So, without further ado, lemme enlighten you on my current gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, here's the last post about my guitars :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html" border="0"&gt;Guitarist Wannabe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, first a little recap on my trusty ol' wife, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Dipersilakan:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 312px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020498.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Front View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020504.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Look at how it still shines eventhough its pickguard is so scratched!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020502.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Ah, the headstock shows signs of aging as the 'Pyramid' is fading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020508.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, now, the sexyback. Still as reflective as ever. ~o~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020510.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Once again, to prove, old is gold. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She's using a set of Ernie Ball Extra Slinky Phosphor Bronze strings, which are gauge 10-50. The G-string, aka the 3rd string, broke one day when I brought it to school, so now it's a D'Addario one. Then, the e string, aka the 1st string, broke one day when I was jamming with it electric style and I bended it. Twang. Ouch. But it's been replaced by a Ernie Ball as well. So now, the colours of the strings Abby has is really unique. XD One is brighter than the other. Well, to say, she's the one I've been bringing in and out of school for no reason, for auditions, for special occasions, back hometown, and for birthday parties. She's already gathered a reasonable amount of scratches, chips and bumps, but she's holding on just fine. She still sounds bloody great compared to others I've played. I love her. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, this second spot belongs to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Elly&lt;/span&gt;, my first electric. Didn't manage to catch personal pictures of her as my little brother took it out to his friends house during the time of photo shoot. =S And well, yes, sharing is caring. You can catch her in my previous post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little history about it is that I started guitar classes with Elly. I learnt all my first power chords, and elec tricks on it. She wasn't as easy to play and was kinda hell on my fingers but she's a really good practice guitar. She doesn't have decent sustain, but well, that's about it. She still makes good sound, and even better if used with a distortion pedal. So, she's pretty bang for a buck, being budget and all. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, here comes my second electric. I previewed her sometime back and that was then I promised to show more of her in my next guitar post, and well, after a million years, here it is. Give way, to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-chan, my lovely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epiphone Emily The Strange Limited Edition G-310 SG&lt;/span&gt;:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 314px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Front View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020467.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;As all my guitars  do, they bloody shine. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020466.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favourite part of the guitar, the headstock. Seriously, look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020487.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;The truss rod cover!  Unique to this guitar. Lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020495.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexyback 2. XD No really, look at that reflection. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Got Emily for my 17th birthday, that means I got her around........4 months ago. Pretty new, but it's my baby. MY BABY. Which means it belongs to me. Meeee only. =) No one can touch it but me. Yes. It's that preciousssss. MY preciouss. =P Being an Epiphone, what can I expect from it? Nothing but top notch quality of course. It's like, Toyota to Proton, Ferrari to Perodua. Superior in everyway to other lower range guitars. Man, the action, which is how close the strings are to the fretboard, which determines how easy the thing plays, is bloody great. I can bend, slide and tap with almost no effort. It's that nice to play. Not to mention it's tone is awesome. The dual humbucker pickups deliver the power like never before. Man, everytime I play it, I just feel like rocking. Hehe. Coupled with my uber cool cables and wicked amp, it's almost an orgasm everytime I play it. Hohoho. I've brought it to jamming sessions but she has yet to make an appearance on stage, which I hope I can do so soon. Wee. Emily is hot. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, three guitars is like overkill right? Brace yourself and welcome, my newest member of the family, my new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epiphone acoustic&lt;/span&gt;, which I have yet to name. Hehe. Here it is:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 319px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Front View&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 319px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020449.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Hot Smexy Shot of it's front. The perfect unscathed shine. &gt;o&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020459.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A beauty of a headstock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 321px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020457.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Side view. Look at the pickup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020462.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Sexyback 3. I told you my guitars shine, cause I love em. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This new babe, is like a oomphed version of Abby. It's got a brand, it's got a pickup with in build tuner and equalizer, it's got a cutaway. All that I wanted is now in this one. ^.^ It sounds like heaven and man, it just looks plain good. Well, no history cuz I got it just three days ago. Haha. But well, just for trivia, I'm going to use this guitar for my performance for MPT 5. Hell yeah. XD So........suggestions for a really good name? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's pretty much everything about my guitars. I only have...........4. *runs* I'm going to post another post dedicated to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; soon, coz I owe her that. Lol. I hope I can do it soon enough. &gt;.&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marshall MG 30DFX:&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020557.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Say hello to my neighbours' nightmare. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020558.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I  have a thing for that Marshall logo.  Gives me goosebumps.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020565.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There,  the name.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, the knobs! So many~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020569.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sexyback 4. Lol. That space behind is really handy when I move it around. Stores all my accessories in one place. Like a mini store room. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Walala, there it is, the amp I only dreamed of. This was the wicked amp I was talking about. It made even more noise than the Viking one. Well, that's just right cuz this one it 30 watts pure power compared to my measly Viking 15 watts. It's so bloody loud, I can only turn the thing up like 25% but that's already pushing it. Hahah. It's built in with 2 channels, one clean, one overdrive, and each has their own equalizer and volume control, which means I don't have to readjust whenever I change from clean to noisy. Weee~ It's also inbuilt with 4 digital effects, Reverb, Delay, Chorus and Flanger. Each can be individually controlled to your liking. That also means I got four effects without having to buy the pedals by themselves. ~o~ Suffice to say, it makes everything sounds good. I don't know why. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the pick collection I had in my previous post? I did tell you they've grown right? I didn't? Well, see for yourself:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020576.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's alot of picks. And I don't use all of em. Mostly are for collection purposes. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020578.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Dramatic view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020587.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My favourite pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eversince I started playing guitar, picks have been an obsession. I've been collecting picks and man, the collection have grown. My first pick was a Jim Dunlop medium and now look at this. I've got picks that range from all kind of shapes, regular, three sided, triangle, thumb pick, and the designs range from a Steve Vai signature one, an Offspring one, a glow in the dark one, all the way to my favourite JD Jazz III pick, which I use for my electric while I play lead. Hahah. Picks are deeper than they seem. Lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the extra shots of my guitar stuffs:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020574.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My two effect pedals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020571.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;My uber noiseless Ibanez cable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 314px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020531.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Guitar stand~! Abby in front. That's my Fender strap, which I adore, cuz YUI uses it. XP And behind are Ritter bags! They're like branded guitar bags. =S The grey one has my big bro's bass in it, and the pink one is the one I use to store Emily when I carry her around. Oh, notice that necklace? [look hard]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 295px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020528.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Emily in front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 303px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020515.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;New babe in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020516.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Headstock fetish. Can you see the necklace now? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020519.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Here it is up close. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 313px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020554.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Family Picture 1~ Elly came back. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 319px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1020551.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Family Picture 2! My lovelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's weird how far I've gone in the guitar world. From the noob guy who knows nothing, to now, a guy who is still a noob, relatively, but has grown tremendously since one year ago. I leveled up! Lol~ Now, I have so bloody many guitars, I have so many picks, an awesome amp, a pick necklace and all that. I think you can all start to call me a guitar freak. Freak I admit. Hahah. But really, I've no regrets in stepping into the guitar world, instead I just wanna go further, learn more, as I just love music. Writing songs, learning new techniques, everything is so interesting. I mean, how can you not? Well, as the title suggests, I really hope I can be a guitar hero someday, or somewhere close at least? Lol~! Wish me luck people, and hopefully, everyone won't mind the noise I make in the process. Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;P/S: All the above equipment, at least, most of them are sponsored by my ever grand Daddy. This post is here because of him, and well, he's just the best lah. He pwns all the other Dads in the world. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I Wanna Be A Guitar Hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-2404152612305017600?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2404152612305017600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2404152612305017600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2404152612305017600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2404152612305017600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wanna-be-guitar-hero.html' title='I Wanna Be A Guitar Hero'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/th_P1020498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6400509171487434750</id><published>2007-08-17T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T23:37:02.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After 17 years of life in this world, what have I significantly done? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;UPSR? PMR? Whatabout academic performance in general? Does it suffice? Hmm. Wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Does studying really count as some sort of achievement in life? Maybe it does, but when I look at myself now, it's as if I have nothing to boast. Hrm hrm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Taylors came today to school. Gave a talk about careers and whatnot. This one seemed more significant as they brought former students who are now in Taylors along. I look at them and imagine myself in their shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Can I do what they're doing, in the future? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then they went further to all the courses, SAM, Pre-U, Diploma, which leads to Degree, and so on. So much to consider. Then when you thought I got that covered, the cost comes along. Oh man, expensive. =X So.....The only way to cope is by scholarship..........which means I have to get good results. HAVE TO. NEED TO. If not I no need to study lah. T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, bad results from trials don't help. But this just means one thing. Buck up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bitch, and study your ass off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Alah, talk only lah. It's been a habit of mine to tell people to do the right things, yet I myself slack off like a.......slacker. Man. Ingat aku counselor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, bak kata Aya Ikeuchi [One Liter of Tears]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"What's wrong with falling down? You can always stand up again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I agree with Aya. Eventhough she's passed away more than 4 decades ago. Inspirational. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, till the next post, jya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Bitch Slap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-6400509171487434750?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6400509171487434750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6400509171487434750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6400509171487434750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6400509171487434750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/08/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-8556688619127369650</id><published>2007-08-15T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:10:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials Aftermath.</title><content type='html'>Yo~ Trials are over bebeh. And well, glad it is, and wants to recover from it. Man, it's really tired studying for trials, all those sleeping at 1-2 and TRYING to wake up at 4.30. It kills the brain. Ah well, too bad lah, who ask me didn't study before hand. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, today at school, it was spot check day. Pn Ung said it was about time. Two weeks plus she has 'closed one eye'. Hohoho. Well, close one eye I hope she stays. My hair is long~ I saw her in the morning, without my specks, and was blur as heck. She was walking to the office and I was just entering school. She looked at me and I think she smiled. [I can't see her face clearly] Then she said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How're you Han Joe?&lt;/span&gt;". I replied accordingly and smiled back. Phew, she didn't mention my hair. Yosh. I felt slightly invincible. Lol. Well, I didn't get caught during spot check either. The pengawas-es kinda give face I think, or they were oblivious to my hair, or they knew not to mess with me. [SS] Well, one of them said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your hair quite long ah?&lt;/span&gt;". I shoved it off by saying "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eh? Yeah&lt;/span&gt;." Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was totally pointless today, well, kinda. And my invincibility built when I went to see Pn. Chong, and she didn't mention my hair too. Hahah. Well, I did ask mom to trim it a little, but she herself said just leave it till holiday ends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne ne ne, well, holidays coming. Sleep. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-8556688619127369650?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/8556688619127369650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=8556688619127369650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8556688619127369650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8556688619127369650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/08/trials-aftermath.html' title='Trials Aftermath.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-5162413164006214819</id><published>2007-08-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:10:03.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolute.</title><content type='html'>Hi Kawan-Kawan, SMK Seafield datang lagi dengan masa-masa exam yang menggila cepat. Belum pun sampai bulan Ogos, dah setat[start]. Macam mana kami nak &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cope&lt;/span&gt;? Takyahlah! Tetapi, Tuhan memberi kami kekuatan, dan Trials sudahpun hampir sampai ke penamatnya. Ya All-. I mean, yes, God. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee =D Well, you all have to admit that trials is a wee bit too fast eh? Well, it's been a custom here at SMK Seafield lah. Nothing new. Blek. Nevermind loh, it's about to end and well, another wave of hell is about to be unleashed on us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, Have Mercy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so, this two weeks have been mighty uncool for one reason. Trials lah, noob. Study like babi, then take test like babi, then end up tired like babi also. But, tak dapat makan babi. Tak syok loh, beb. Hmm, but I've taken a lesson from this Trials thingy. It's that I HAVE to bloody not stop studying from now on. I kinda got the engine warmed up again, so hell, let's keep it hot straight up to SPM. I do hope my mind keeps that in mind.......er, yeah, so that I don't just say it....AGAIN. Like I did all those times before. Smack me if I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple a' good things happened though.....like say, my Hi-Fi's CD player is working again! It kinda stopped working some time back, when its CD changer just goes 'crack' like it's jammed or what so. Well, yesterday, while practicing Add Maths, I was listening to all the happening tunes, then tiba-tiba my playlist stopped. "Ah, songs habis, let's repeat." I was using my thumbdrive then. You see, this Hi-Fi of mine has moods, so sometimes it doesn't read my thumbdrive properly. Yesterday was one of those days. Maklumlah, I was on a roll doing all those questions and this just pisses me off. Music is like, my drive man. You're taking away my drive! I detached and re-attached my thumbdrive a few times, and it didn't work. So, I pressed the CD/DVD mode button cause if I switched it that way, the USB mode might work back. Well, it didn't. I gave a smack to the side of the Hi-Fi, and I kinda did a 'scratchtable' motion on it's CD changer surface. Nyeheh. =X It got stuck a little when it closed, and so I pulled it out again and it went back in. There were lots of violence involved. But tiba-tiba~ The familiar sound of the CD player working again filled my ears. OMG, the successive revolvings of the bloody CD changer! It went 'griak griak griak' three times, as it was a 3 CD changer. I was O.O. It didn't go 'crack' again. ^.^ I opened and put in my YUI CD. . . . . . . . . . . . . It played. YATTA~! Add Maths was fun. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now I'm putting on all the CDs I've only been RIPPING. My CDs feel loved again. Woohoo. Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, can't wait for holidays, when I can SLEEP again. Ahh~ Waking up at 12 o'clock. Pure bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, see you all lah, tomorrow got BM2 and Maths1. Which I don't plan on studying. XD No challenge mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Trials.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-5162413164006214819?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/5162413164006214819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=5162413164006214819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5162413164006214819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/5162413164006214819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/08/revolute.html' title='Revolute.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-211043215836080511</id><published>2007-07-25T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:21:44.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel My Soul.</title><content type='html'>What a title to put. Love that quote....or more like song title. Thanks YUI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days, haven't been feeling quite myself. I've been.....a little empty, angsty, bitchy, though happy at times. I'm confused. My feelings are in a blender as far as I can tell. I cannot feel and unfeel.....both at the same time. It's out of control. I don't feel like crying, yet I do not want to laugh either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies are what I should be doing. I tell myself I'll manage, but it's barely working. I'm an empty vessel, floating on what's left of myself. I cannot let this go on. Someone, fill me in with hope. Where is that someone when I desperately need the comfort. The world seems to be in it's dark cycle now, everything's going wrong. Not only in my perspective, but others too. And the weather's gone cold.....if it means anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To regain myself, I've been sleeping earlier than usual. I don't know if it's a form of escape, but it seems that way. I wake up the next morning, feeling the same way. Dark rings are starting to say hello but thankfully it seems more suppressed now. Talk about beauty sleep. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar? Doesn't work much these days. Don't like the fact that I'm stopping class. I like being there. Learning how to manipulate your fingers around the strings, emitting melodies that tells my stories. Watashi no Uta. Hmm. Stress accumulates as I struggle to give a good impression as lead guitarist for the first time. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my specs, their now 100, 125 in power compared to last year's 25, 50. I'm such a bum. Now I have trouble seeing without them. Might explain abit of my dizziness and blurness these few days. Geh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks. Of Me, Myself and My Life. It's cute. I need more of those nice memories to build nice places in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; My Dad for 'Best Dad Ever' title. He brought back HP7 from work today. It's free, so says him. It came with the mug too. Courtesy of MPH. Alright~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;I'm Cold. Hold Me. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-211043215836080511?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/211043215836080511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=211043215836080511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/211043215836080511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/211043215836080511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/07/feel-my-soul.html' title='Feel My Soul.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6252614907801097580</id><published>2007-07-23T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:13:30.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuiyo~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Saturday, was alot of things. So many, that it kinda hurts and is cool at the same freaking time. Lol. Let's see, last Saturday was:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a)&lt;/span&gt;Interact's 12th Installation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;b)&lt;/span&gt;My performance for the event mentioned in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(a).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;c)&lt;/span&gt;A bloody happy day as I enjoyed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(b)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d)&lt;/span&gt;The day I was appointed lead guitarist for my brother's band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e)&lt;/span&gt;The day the whole band mentioned in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(e)&lt;/span&gt; had a sleepover and it was hella fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;f)&lt;/span&gt;The day I broke up with my girlfriend. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[I'm so ass-y for announcing it here.]&lt;/span&gt; But please don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy, yet I'm relieved that it's over. It's very complicated. Shiuh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's something from today's English lesson with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pn. Chong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WARNING: [SS Session Up Ahead]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here's how the bit at the end of the class went. [It's what's important XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn.Chong: ....And so, in life, we have to do things with all our effort and energy. We cannot do it halve baked. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[I forgot what she said after that but here's that part after that]&lt;/span&gt; And, I have to confess, I have to confess that JOE is that kind of person. He does things with utmost care and all the particularities involved. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[And she went on about how good I am *cough*cough* ^.^]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Then tiba-tiba, she said]&lt;/span&gt; He's a good candidate to marry. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[O.O!!][The bell rings, and on her way out,]&lt;/span&gt; If I had a younger daughter, I would've elect him to be my son-in-law. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[^.^"""""][And then I ucap-ed her and she went out of the class].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the day, I was dubbed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Son In Law of Pn. Chong"&lt;/span&gt; and she was my Mother in Law. LOL~! Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Hopes He Don't Dream Of Sara Lau&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-6252614907801097580?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6252614907801097580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6252614907801097580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6252614907801097580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6252614907801097580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/07/fuiyo.html' title='Fuiyo~!'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-3030097057075203428</id><published>2007-06-23T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:10:22.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless [Part IV] - Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;After say.........more than a year, I'm finally getting back to this. The feeling in my gut says I shouldn't leave things hanging like that. So I say, heck, let's get this over with a bang. [I hope]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The previous ones are here:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html" border="0"&gt;Part 1 and 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" href="http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html" border="0"&gt;Part 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Without further ado, let's get it on. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razgrin stood in the ambience of the silver moonlight. He wasn't pretty, no. But he could feel blood on his hands. He could almost imagine the look on the faces of Tren and Marie when they die by his hands. He trembles with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tren and Marie were unaware. They continued to plot against the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I still can't believe my father is the leader of this rebellion. It's unbelievable, you know what I mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, dear lady. My father did not reveal that until I was 15. It was still shocking then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Smiles] Right...And so I was saying tha-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? I was trying to tell you tha-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said quiet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who're you that invades my home?" Tren said, while looking at the dark corner of the reading room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curtains on the windows fluttered and shed enough light for Marie to see the shape of a man in the corner. Someone was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What manner of man are you? How did you find your way in here?" asked Tren again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Answer me or I shal-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kill me?" the man answered this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do as you can. Or will. Just make it worth my while. [grins]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man reveals his weapons. It was of claws. Those that resembled the ones of lions. Except that this was made of steel and it shone in presence of moonlight. Enter Razgrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man stepped off the ground with frightening speed and headed towards Tren. He took out his blade just in time to deflect the strike. The clash of their weapons produced a twang so loud that it resonated through the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marie, hide yourself. If I don't return by the strike of 12, take the plans and escape. I should be dead by that circumstance. [Smile]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! You mus-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie forced her legs to move away from the room. She broke into a run and the last thing she heard was another clash of metal from Tren's weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now come, government dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razgrin took another plunge towards Tren, roaring with the beastiality in him. Tren barely blocked the blow, and he realized that he might just be done for this time. His opponent was not a weak one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of them fought with bestial vigour this night, exchanging slash by slash. The furniture was as if they were never there, every one was destroyed somewhere in the fight. It was fierce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah! Getting tired are we now? Almithy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not falter until I step over your dead body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So be it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of their weapons continued to sound into the night. The little reading room was soon too small for all the action. Tren had no where to run. He was getting worned out. Struggling to defend himself, he sought for a way to get away from the room. He needed bigger space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he thought, the top of the mansion would be a good place. Yes, it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another swipe, it barely cut Tren in the head. He dodged just in time but suffered a cut to the cheek anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razgrin was relentless, he continued to hack his way through Tren's defense. He knew he was going to fall Tren sooner or later. It's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He charged up for a final blow. Tren is going down if this hits him. But Tren could see it. He knows this guy is too caught up in his act that he leaves room for mistakes. Tren sets his feet right, waiting for the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razgrin gave a certain stance, and Tren started counting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't wait for three to jump away from the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRASH~! Razgrin blowed straight into the book rack. He was stuck! Thanks goodness for the dictionaries, Tren thought and he sprinted for the rooftop level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he reached up, he could see the glorious moon shining on him. What a perfect night to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razgrin caught up not long after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You sneaky son of a street dog. My claws will have you!" roared Razgrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh, then let them come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Razgrin pounced towards Tren. With the look on his face that only says "die.". With every last ounce of his strength, Tren tries and deflect the attacks with his honed skills. As if dancing on the roof, they pranced their way under the moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clash after clash, it was as if their weapons were tired too. It got softer and softer to a point where both of them stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not bad....Boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't weild this sword for nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahah, well said. Let's hope they keep you alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's find out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if time slowed down, they started a run towards each other. Their eyes fixed on each other's heart.....They counted each step, each heartbeat, aiming. And then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heh. You fool." said Razgrin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Urgh. You won't have [coughs] me......so soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tren shifted his body position just a slight bit so that Razgrin would hit him somewhere else but the heart while he got direct hit. Tren was impaled, Razgrin is heart struck. Both of them were standing, facing each other in the eye, yet they could barely open. They were bleeding so profuse they might as well die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tren gave another tug at his weapon and Razgrin gave an ugly moan and fell on the ground, never moving again. Razgrin's claws were still embedded in his body, poking through who knows what. He took two steps back and rested against the walls of the rooftop. Hands on the weapon, he did not want to pull it out, for if he did, gone he is. He had words for Marie before he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marie came up the stairs, with a knife in her clutches. Then she saw Tren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my god, Tren!" she said while running towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Marie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tren, no...." Marie realized the claws on his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[coughs] I'm alright. Don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tren grew weak on Marie's touch. He finally fell on his knees. The pain was unbearable. His blue eyes looked at Marie. Marie was panic stricken, but she was helpless in Tren's part. She could do nothing but look on till his dying breath. Marie held Tren in her arms. Tren was at the brink of nothingness.....he lied on Marie's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tren, you're not going to die.....please tell me so.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot promise you immortality, Marie. But I can promise you that I will leave happy, being in your arms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be stupid....[tearing] You're not going to leave me are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will never leave you. My soul will always be here with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're talking thrash Tren."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the moon, Marie. Look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hush. Look......It's shining bright tonight. It's shining for you. For us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though, the stars remind me of you. They're shining tonight too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go astronomical on me now Tren. You are dying!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[Laughs then chokes] Ack....Can't stay long." then Tren touched Marie on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know how beautiful you look tonight. I'd hate to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No matter what, the rebellion must go on........we cannot fall, Marie........we cannot fall..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"[starts to cry.]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carry out what our fathers started, make the world a better place......a world without corruption, a world with peace, love and harmony......."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tren, no! You have to do it with me! I can't change the world alone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you're wrong Marie, you are capable of many great things. You have to stop looking down on yourself. Chin up, lady. [smiles]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a joy knowing you, Marie. But I have to say goodbye now, my body's not letting me stay anymore. Urgh....[coughs and chokes].............Stay happy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TREN!! TREN!! NO!! NO!! No.......no..........[cries on Tren's body]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh reality met Marie and now she's alone, facing the troubles of the world. All she wished though, was to turn back time, and change all that have gone.  Sorrow swept her way, but she did not falter.....she did go on with the rebellion, taking the name of leader. And so success was not guaranteed, but she always put one thing in her mind, 'Someone died for this, no one shall die anymore'. She decided to give it her all, for the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was a song...a song she wrote to remind her of the one she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wind swept, autumn leaves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Swaying, floating on eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is it when you leave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That makes me feel entirely empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories, drifting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my mind, flowing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All of your loving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In my mind, everlasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you come home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you come home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hold me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need your touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Your arms around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give me a feeling as such,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That will always make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Finally. Finished. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-3030097057075203428?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/3030097057075203428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=3030097057075203428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3030097057075203428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3030097057075203428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/06/sleepless-part-iv-final.html' title='Sleepless [Part IV] - Final'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4133980550346405648</id><published>2007-06-11T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T23:39:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Like any other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Har har.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hmm, and so I've decided to just update for the heck of updating? Well, yeah, this is gonna be another one of those 'how did my day go' posts. Heck, let's get it on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ah, first day of school after holidays. It has that kind of feel that makes it all so surreal. Makes the holidays seem like a dream. Hell, two weeks flew by just like that. Where's my two weeks now? Gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh yea, interesting fact. Eventhough I was supposed to sleep early, I caught up with my homework till 12.30 a.m and then...........I watched "Just Follow Law" with my brother till 3. XD Yup, just the thing I need to go to school the next day- Erm, more like 3 hours and a half later. I wake up at 6.30 to go to school. Hooray for late night movies. Hahah. Was a good one though. Singaporean movies capture the essence of daily idiosyncrasies. Great stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And so, school was as usual, routine, homework, monitor work, and the such. Monitor work is more like slave work, or charity work. Hmm, wonder why? Lol. I had to go buy NILAM books for the class dudes today.......because Pn.Chong asked me to. Meh. Aaaanyways, school was such that school will always be. You know how it is. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Came home, yay! But yet, dead. Slept till 5. Then proceeded to do some homework. Will they ever stop? God knows. Then there's emo stuff going on, someone's not picking up my phone calls, and stuff like that. Suckeh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;*Breaths in*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Everything's gonna be better tomorrow." =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Here comes the random stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;YUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Haha, strange I haven't written about her much here. Well, here's a pict to start things off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img360.imageshack.us/img360/2213/srcl5929sample4rm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img360.imageshack.us/img360/2213/srcl5929sample4rm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;[Credits to Yui-Lover Forums.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's my favourite CD cover of hers. Looks hawt. And the hair rocks like nobody's business. =) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;[Click for Larger View!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her music is what's keeping me going with homework and stuff. Very helpful. Heheh. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. "Someone's" birthday is coming up. Wonder if anyone'll remember. Nah, it's not like anyone bothers anyways. However, thanks to those who actually do. You are very appreciated. Blessings to you and your thoughtfulness. =)  Bleh, that's all for today. Want to get to bed as early as possible. It's calling me..........Lol. See ya next post dudes. Take care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Woohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/23950962-4133980550346405648?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4133980550346405648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4133980550346405648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4133980550346405648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4133980550346405648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-day.html' title='Another Day.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-6286869496133746568</id><published>2007-06-05T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T08:10:04.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye-Days</title><content type='html'>Alright, this post is dedicated to my favourite YUI song, and also a response to all the requests asking for English translation. Lol. I've already posted the romaji[romanized] lyrics in my previous post, so here's the English meaning of the song. Ta-da:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So right now I'm going to see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's what I've decided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to hear this little song I've made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I slowly turned up the volume,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until I found just the right level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Good-bye Days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know things are gonna to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday's already far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But your honesty and kindness are still with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La la la la la I'm with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I take out my headphones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hand you one of the earpieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then the music starts to play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I really love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I don't think I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh Good-bye Days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things have already started changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But in my heart it's all right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I have your kindness in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La la la la la I'm with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to worry about the future,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it keeps bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if I've got my friends around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That doubt is still there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whenever I hum that song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I always wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'm still glad that I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And found your kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La la la la Good-bye days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Yui~Goodbye-Days~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/23950962-6286869496133746568?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/6286869496133746568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=6286869496133746568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6286869496133746568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/6286869496133746568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/06/goodbye-days.html' title='Goodbye-Days'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4814732170025241362</id><published>2007-05-31T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T11:04:17.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/5/30/1126596/bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/5/30/1126596/bear.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Miss You-lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakara ima ai ni yuku&lt;br /&gt;So kimetanda&lt;br /&gt;Poketto no kono kyoku wo&lt;br /&gt;kimi ni kikasetai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sotto boryu-mu wo agete&lt;br /&gt;Tashikamete mitayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Good-bye Days&lt;br /&gt;Ima, kawaru ki ga suru&lt;br /&gt;Kinou made ni&lt;br /&gt;So Long&lt;br /&gt;Kakko yokunai&lt;br /&gt;Yasashisa ga soba ni aru kara&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katahou no earphone wo&lt;br /&gt;Kimi ni watasu&lt;br /&gt;Yukkuri to nagare komu&lt;br /&gt;Kono shunkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umaku aisete imasu ka?&lt;br /&gt;Tama ni mayou kedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Good-bye Days&lt;br /&gt;Ima, kawari hajimeta&lt;br /&gt;Mune no oku&lt;br /&gt;All Right&lt;br /&gt;Kakko yokunai&lt;br /&gt;Yasashisa ga soba ni aru kara&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekireba kanashii&lt;br /&gt;Omoi nante shitaku nai&lt;br /&gt;Demo yattekuru deshou, oh&lt;br /&gt;Sono toki egao de&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, Hello My Friends" nante sa&lt;br /&gt;Ieta nara ii noni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onaji uta wo&lt;br /&gt;Kuchizusamu toki&lt;br /&gt;Soba ni ite I Wish&lt;br /&gt;Kakko yokunai&lt;br /&gt;Yasashisa ni aeta yokatta yo&lt;br /&gt;La la la la good-bye days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Yui - Goodbye-Days -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Come Back Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/23950962-4814732170025241362?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4814732170025241362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4814732170025241362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4814732170025241362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4814732170025241362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/05/lonely.html' title='Lonely.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2709953463094851903</id><published>2007-05-23T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T14:33:36.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What do we need them for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need them to fill in the emotional need in all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need those soul[s] to be there for us and stop us from hitting the ground too hard when we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not to be taken for granted. They are indeed works of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is the use of it when they &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need friends who step on us when we fall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we need all the insults when we fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that the work of a friend? Is that how they work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Superficial&lt;/span&gt;. That's what people are nowadays; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't need people to call me weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't need people to remind me how bad my face looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I don't need people to shove insults up my behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I need support, not the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;What's there in friendship when you can't believe your friend over a simple matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;What use is there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Almost none. Unless you say that frustration and indignity counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Is being friends all about giving all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I believe in balance. I believe in redemption.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Obviously some doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;They can be dense enough to be stupid and inconsiderate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So much so that it hurts the innards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The pain; of apologizing no matter you're wrong or right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The hurt; of a friend stepping you on the back, and expects you to absorb it like it was supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Do I need to put away my dignity, put on a smile, and pretend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I have my pride. I have my reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If there is any reason for all your insults,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's because you're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Go and crawl in your pathetic hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So much for friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Are You My Friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-2709953463094851903?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2709953463094851903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2709953463094851903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2709953463094851903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2709953463094851903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/05/fake.html' title='Fake.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-2670121702955416870</id><published>2007-05-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:58:59.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Strange"ly Free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Oh my goodness........................... . . .  . . . . . . .   .   .     .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;It's been as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ayane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; would say, 'fish-ing' long since I've updated this thing. It's so dead! But thanks all for keeping my useless tagboard alive. Credits to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;shinyee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ayane-chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hah, three weeks of exams is over. Over, you hear me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;. That would explain mostly why I haven't been updating so much. Sorry~ And oh yeah, it's because I'm lazy too. So....it's not all the exam's fault. Hohoho. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure many would be happy that it's over too. If it hadn't been, you wouldn't even have time to read this post. Hehe, so rejoice, woohoo! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say about things during exams, or the studies or such, but I DO, have something to say about last Sunday. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;st day I've ever had. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Strange&lt;/span&gt;, would be an intended pun, but you'll see what it means. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, this is last Sunday. Yeaps, it was the........6th of May. Hohoho, it was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; day indeed. From morning till the end of the day, it's ultimately......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, you ask? Well, first, see........I've been having this recurring dream since a few weeks back. And let me tell you about it first:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Imagine, a school like setting, with friends and all. Everything's going fine, and hey, it's school. What can go wrong?? Then-- The skies turn dark and an unholy dark red hue fills the atmosphere. A figure walks into the class, can't see him. It's too dark. You see him in his silhouette, and then-- he turns into demon form, with the wings, and targets someone at random. He's growling, he's snarling, he's hungry. He targeted one of my friends, and he strikes. The dream ends this way, with him devouring one of my friends, while all of us watch. It's not a nice sight. But luckily it ends before I can see anything clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it goes all the time. But then, the dream starts to change after some time. The next few times, everything is the same, but he comes for me. And I....well, get devoured. I kind of feel the pain, and I'll wake up, breathing hard. Well, not that hard, but you get the idea, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, on that Sunday, it was the same thing. Except, this time....it's this way....:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It was the same scene. Classroom, friends, normal stuff. Then, I went to throw rubbish into the rubbish bin at the back of the class. As I approached the bin, the sky turned black again. And this armageddon-like dark red hue filled the atmosphere again. I knew what was coming. The demon is here to eat. I always pray so that he wouldn't come for me.....but it hasn't been working. He saw me. He lunged. Strangely, this time, I ducked, and covered my ears with my palms as protection. Stupid, but it was instinct.......somehow. I felt him tear against my skin, and biting away. I was painful. I prepared to die. Then- the pain stopped. I heard him flap his wings, and he went out of the class. I........didn't die this time. That's STRANGE. I stood up, with my bloody body[literally], and everyone was looking. I could still move despite the pain, but everyone just looked at me. I must've been hideous I thought. I dare not look at myself. But then I felt a certain impulse after getting bitten by that monster. It was like I've broken through something. I've got power. The sky is still crimson, and I walked out of class, despite the looks. I looked at my hands, they were not as battered as my body would be. Then out of curiosity, I directed my hand toward the sky, palm first. I concentrated and tried to do something with my hands. Guess what? Minions flew out of from a hole in the middle of the sky! They were a swarm of black things, and they flew towards me. They burnt halfway through and decomposed just like that. One of the burning ones touched my hands, but I did not feel pain. Perhaps.....these were MY minions? [What the hell? XD] I tried another time, with my other hand. More minions came through, and burnt halfway through too. I touched them, and I was not harmed. I tried with both hands now, then came a huge swarm. After the bulk of them burnt, there were around 2 or 3 that hasn't. They called out to me......, their master. [What?] I didn't hang around much, so I set out to find the demon. On the way, I saw this group of old ladies, going towards somewhere. It's like they knew about the demon. Hmm. Then on the way downstairs, I saw this boy. His uniform was different. It was all black. He looked at me with his eyes. They were...........the same eyes as the demon had. I stared back. He then disappeared into the hallways. I dreaded the worst. It seems that he's planning some armageddon for sure. I went to the.......Koperasi, to arm myself. I took this bolt action gun, which was smaller than rifles, yet, a little bit bigger than pistols. Somehow, I took this piece of junk. Bullets had to fitted into the thing one by one. It's like reloading a stapler. &gt;.&lt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; I have vague memory of what happened next, but I remember meeting one of the old ladies, the youngest of them, and she talked to me in BM. She said something about 'powers' and 'demons' along with all the cryptic stuff. And she went into a sanctuary, which would repel the demon. Heh, she knows about it! Then, I hear it again. It's there. It's growling again. It was on the other side of the hallway. I ran downstairs again. I went to the Koperasi to get all the ammo I could muster, but it was nothing much. I only got a few more bullets and that's it. The guy said he was out of that. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for wasting your time if you read that. It seems so Power Rangers to me when I think back to it. But the creepy thing is, when I woke up, my hands were.....really on my ears and they were numb. Phew. &gt;.&lt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange because first, I didn't die this time, and, it's that same recurring dream again. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oooh, so then I got out of bed. And well, it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; again, because my dad's not at home for the weekend. He had something to do at work. =( Everything just felt out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Then, being a Sunday, tomorrow's exam day. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ly, I wasn't scared. I did not study. ~o~  I went on slacking all the way till my dad came back at....6 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ly, he said he wanted to bring us out. O.O Okaaaaaylah, what I complain? Lol. Let's go! But being so late, I though the only place we could get to would be Sunway Pyramid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ly.......He said wanted to go Mid Valley. O.O!! Okaylah! Let's go~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;On the way there, we were talking about guitars, and guitar shops, and how Mid Valley would not have any. Mind you, it's been like centuries since I've been there. So I don't know. Lol. Then, when we reached there, we walked and walked and we took the escalator up. Up.....up......up.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUITAR SHOP!! *o*!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;The first thing I saw behind the windows................oh my god..............all the Epiphone guitars I've only dreamt of seeing. The Les Pauls! The SGs! Those models in all their glory!! ~o~!! There were more inside. So I went inside. XD Wow......you wouldn't believe how orgasmic that place was for me. And then I spotted one guitar.......I pointed, then the shopkeeper said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Wanna try?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Nah, I'm just looki-"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Don't look! What's the use if you don't know how it sounds like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ooookay......so, he took that one, and plugged it in for me to play. Oh man, heaven. And then he took another, and another, and another. So many guitars I've tried!!!!!! [Faints] Then I realized, they were all of 1k - 2k plus price tag. God damn.  Strangely, my dad did not object of all this mumbo jumbo. You see, I've been asking him for a new guitar for some time now.......XD  The shopkeeper kept him occupied by telling him stuff and asking him our budget and all that. I.......just, went on and looked at all the guitars!! My eyes almost popped. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;STRANGELY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. My dad shows signs of approval of purchase. OMG! O.O!! And yes, in short, all went well after that.......and voila! I got my new guitar!! Woooohoooo~!! It's around 1.2-1.3k and yes, it's helluva beauty. Here's a preview:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/DSC00398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;If some of you would recognize, yes, that's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Emily &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. And yes, I have that guitar now. Seriously........pictures don't do it justice. ~o~ I will be posting more pictures next post, which will be an update of my guitar progression. =) It's already 7-8 months now.....or more. Hehe. And yeaps, there's heaps of updates from where I started off. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a mighty long post, and it has all been really strange for me because, these things don't happen to me usually. It must've been the will of the gods that day. ^.^ I guess that's all for now I guess? See you next post! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;"People Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-2670121702955416870?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/2670121702955416870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=2670121702955416870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2670121702955416870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/2670121702955416870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/05/strangely-free.html' title='&quot;Strange&quot;ly Free.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-7518257672529755892</id><published>2007-04-19T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T23:08:42.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend's Test?</title><content type='html'>In conjunction of our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mid-Year exams&lt;/span&gt;... here's a test of my own for you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/261122"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/261122/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;True Friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-7518257672529755892?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/7518257672529755892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=7518257672529755892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7518257672529755892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/7518257672529755892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/04/friends-test.html' title='Friend&apos;s Test?'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-1230838335124430304</id><published>2007-03-22T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:38:43.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;These few days, I've witnessed not few shortcomings of life and people around me. So many feeling sad and depressed, having problems and whatnot. They weren't as happy as before, they were actually more down than ever. Then my thoughts came back to the life of my own. Hey, I could relate to that I thought. For I myself have been feeling like dung recently. There is no peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/DSC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 366px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/DSC00131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Have you ever looked at the sunset and  felt like crying?  Feeling the world  is just  oh-so-stressful. How wishful is it  to think that if the world is as beautiful as the view it gives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/DSC00207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/DSC00207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Have you ever felt like you are walking on a road leading to no where? You keep walking, hoping to find something at the end of the road, but the road never ends. You keep walking, and hoping. And you feel so tempted to fall, and give up. To just sit, and wait for something to come by. But deep inside you know that will never happen. Life is just like that. We can only hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/DSC00235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/DSC00235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;What has life gave us so far? The people that's in it? They have given us words. Words beyond recognition, because they twist it so much, it breaks. Will there be true words out there? Words that will give you what you truly need. Words that don't judge you. But deeply inside, we know words are not what we need. We need something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1010561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/P1010561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Life of a Form 5. My used to be clean desk now looks like this. Yes, I work on this desk, and am blogging right here too. How? I don't know, but yeah, I am. Where is life leading us to....A world of endless homework....Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/interact.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 307px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/interact.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I.U's coming. I tell you. The stress is unbearable. But I think it ain't that bad for me. I give all my blessings and wishes to dear friend and O.C, Ivan. He's going through hell. Ivan, all the best to our I.U man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/DSC00074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/DSC00074.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;With so much going on, it's hard to find peace. When will we get it? Erm, to me, the closest time to peace is after SPM. Which is still.......quite long yet not too far away from now. Darn. Well, I just hope that at the end of today, tomorrow, and the day after, and the days after that, blue skies will greet our day, and we can smile despite the chaos. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;You Okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-1230838335124430304?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/1230838335124430304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=1230838335124430304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1230838335124430304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/1230838335124430304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/03/peace.html' title='Peace.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/blogging/th_DSC00131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-3093676262789721580</id><published>2007-03-13T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T13:43:06.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hello people. Posting for no reason particularly, but yeah, there's something going on. Nothing big, but exciting for me nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So, what offer am I talking about? Well, you see, a week ago, while getting to know a few people down at tuition, I found out that one of them had a band. Wow, cool, but nothing surprising. So, then we realized that our taste for music was similar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;One fine day though, we were jamming out our phones with tunes we like, and we sang an whatnot, being emo, etc. Then he asked the most surprising thing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"Hey, you could sing right? And you've performed before. You wanna come and jam with us sometimes? We're looking for a new vocalist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;You won't know how crazy I felt. Woah, somebody is asking me to audition to be vocalist. Damn. I'm finally gonna get a chance to be in a band. A real one. Fuish. Well, if all goes well, it's gonna be this Thursday. I'm gonna go rock it out with them at the studio, and if they like me well enough, and if they feel I'm better than their current singer, I'm in. Then good things are gonna flow~ 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Ah, what a dream. Haha. Hopefully I can sing well enough for them. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Finally.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-3093676262789721580?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/3093676262789721580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=3093676262789721580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3093676262789721580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3093676262789721580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/03/offer.html' title='Offer.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-8136863586068537654</id><published>2007-02-27T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T00:05:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Not Need To Take SPM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;: Please, this is purely for entertainment purposes, so, do not feel so excited after reading the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today, I learned something. How to not sit for SPM. This is not an easy process, as it involves several processes. But I ensure you, anyone can do it. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So, how do we do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;First and foremost! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;-We must do good deeds! As in, helping people or helping the community, without hoping for any kind of reward. You must have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;keikhlasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;By doing so, you will gather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Good Chi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So, with more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Good Chi&lt;/span&gt;, you will head your way to.....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Good Karma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Good Karma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gathers, as your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Good Chi&lt;/span&gt; increases. And vice versa. So, gather more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Good Chi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, with sufficient &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Good Karma&lt;/span&gt;, you will finally head to a point where you need not be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reborn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, if you don't have to be reborn......what does that mean? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;You don't have to take anymore UPSR, PMR, SPM, STPM, etc. !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To simplify things, here's the flow of the process:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Good Chi&lt;/span&gt;----&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Good Karma&lt;/span&gt;----&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;No Need to Reborn&lt;/span&gt;----&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;No More Government Tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;See what you have to do? Simple! Just be good, and pray that you'll never be reborn. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anyways, this was just something I got from my teacher. Who? I rather not disclose. He is the ultimate Sifu. Good luck gathering Good Chi though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Yes, Sifu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-8136863586068537654?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/8136863586068537654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=8136863586068537654' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8136863586068537654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/8136863586068537654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-not-need-to-take-spm.html' title='How To Not Need To Take SPM.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-3513740678107449195</id><published>2007-02-25T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:05:16.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watashi Got Tagged.</title><content type='html'>LAYER 1: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON THE OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name: Han Joe, Mok. Just call me Joe. =)&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date: 16th June 1990 [16/6/1990]&lt;br /&gt;Current Status: Single. Always have been.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Colour: Dark Brown. Some say black o.o&lt;br /&gt;Hair Colour: Black.&lt;br /&gt;Righty or Lefty: Righteh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 2: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON THE INSIDE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Heritage: Part of my Dad's brains, and part of my Mom's memory power. The rest? Don't                              ask. =)&lt;br /&gt;My Fears: Heights. Cockroaches. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;My Weaknesses: Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;My Perfect Pizza: Mom's Homemade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 3: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YESTERDAY, TODAY, TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts First Waking Up : Drat. School.&lt;br /&gt;My Bedtime: Drat. School.&lt;br /&gt;My Most Missed Memory: Standard 6. When I didn't have to care about feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 4: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY PICK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke: Coke&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: McD's&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: Single. Who goes gang dating man?&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike: Nike&lt;br /&gt;Tea or Nestea: Tea&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla please.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Cappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 5: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DO YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke: Not a chance in hell.&lt;br /&gt;Curse: Used to. Still do. Less? XD&lt;br /&gt;Take a Shower: Then? O.o&lt;br /&gt;Have a Crush: Now? Nah.&lt;br /&gt;Think You've Been In Love: Don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;Go To School: No. I stay at home, and keep my books in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;Want To Get Married:Why not? Someone's gotta continue the generation. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Believe In Yourself: Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Think Your A Health Freak: Mmmm, maybe a little. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 6:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IN THE PAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank Alcohol: Yeah. But mostly during festive seasons.&lt;br /&gt;Gone To The Mall: ...what a question. It's like asking, "Hey, have you been to the toilet before?"&lt;br /&gt;Been On Stage: Yeah. Great memories. =)&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Sushi: Well, I'm fortunate enough to have eaten them. I'm sure you do too.&lt;br /&gt;Dyed Your Hair: Not a chance in hell. At least not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 7: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE YOU EVER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played A Stripping Game: Nope. I'm still a virgin. XP&lt;br /&gt;Changed Who You Were To Fit In: Plenty a times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 8: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGE YOU'RE HOPING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Married: Yes. I don't want to live a lonely life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 9: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN A GIRL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Eye Colour: Hazel. 8D&lt;br /&gt;Best Hair Colour: Anything goes. As long as it's not purple/blue/red/green. You get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;Short Hair or Long Hair: Long hair would be funky, but I won't mind short hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 10: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT WERE YOU DOING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Minute Ago: Replying this tag.&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour Ago: Playing while recording the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;4.5 Hours Ago: Bored to death in some function at my Mom's house.&lt;br /&gt;1 Month Ago: Living life.&lt;br /&gt;1 Year Ago: Still getting used to Form 4's hectic lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 11: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINISH THE SENTENCES...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love: My family. Elly and Abby. Friends. You, for reading my blog. Modoki. =)&lt;br /&gt;I feel: Like sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I hate: Disappointment. Smokers. Feeling emo.&lt;br /&gt;I hide: If someone asks me for money. XD&lt;br /&gt;I miss:  Not much actually. But I guess I'll have to say I miss certain people in life.&lt;br /&gt;I need: To have someone. Well, I need God too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER 12: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG 5 PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You know what, I'm not gonna tag anyone. Just to save you the trouble. Cause I can't think who now. But if you happen to have soooo much free time, go ahead. Consider yourself tagged. Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Want To Kena Tag. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-3513740678107449195?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/3513740678107449195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=3513740678107449195' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3513740678107449195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/3513740678107449195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/02/watashi-got-tagged.html' title='Watashi Got Tagged.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-4925373135546980580</id><published>2007-02-21T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T17:05:09.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Hopes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are not what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could live without them.&lt;br /&gt;I could live &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Diving in it isn't exactly what you call fun.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was my doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I really could do without it.&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps, it was all necessary.&lt;br /&gt;Necessary pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;That's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Just a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scarred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on regardless.&lt;br /&gt;You've just got to drop some things.&lt;br /&gt;Things you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Things that don't belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish.&lt;br /&gt;With wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;If only life is made up of false lies.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Life &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;false lies.&lt;br /&gt;False lies make the truth.&lt;br /&gt;They are just a little bit ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-4925373135546980580?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/4925373135546980580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=4925373135546980580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4925373135546980580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/4925373135546980580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/02/false-hopes.html' title='False Hopes.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-117051221070742477</id><published>2007-02-03T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:16:51.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Have you been put in a position, where your very life hangs in the balance, where one decision could've changed whether you lived or died. Have you now? Not many have. Neither did I. But it changes today. My life hung in the balance, threatened to fall, with only one wrong decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It was an ordinary day. Not counting Saturday school, but other than that, it's all what you'll expect from a day's life. Being darn beat, after school, I took my lunch and went to have a nap shortly after that. I woke at around 6 something, it was almost 7. It's just Mom, Lil Bro, and me. We decided to take a trip to Subang Parade to have dinner, and yeah, walk around after that. It was all routine, everyday kinda thing. Since I just woke up, I was blur, grumpy, and dazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The last thing I remember  before leaving the house is, opening the gate, and seeing Ju-Laine cycle by, and I gave a forced smile, as my head was feeling as heavy as rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Little did I know that she could've been the last person I saw today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; We reached not long after, and so we made our way to Sakae Sushi, our favourite 'hang-out' spot, when Dad is not around. We would order dishes we've never tried before and it was all fun and games. Finishing the meal, Mom paid, and this time, I chipped in 10 bucks because Mom haven't got the small notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Little did I know, it could've been the last amount of money I spent today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Walking out of the restaurant, there were two routes we could take before proceeding to shop and whatnot. First, the route that leads to Tomei, Poh Kong, and all that, which was on the same floor as the restaurant, the other, is the escalator, which leads one floor down, to Rock Corner, Speedy, Bata and all that. Usually, we would've taken the first route, as it was less of a hassle and we wouldn't need to take one whole detour to reach downstairs. But today, I was feeling.....different, I wanted to go look at CDs. Why? I do not know. The feeling just came over me. And so we went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;As we reached the floor below, I proceeded to Rock Corner with my bro, while my mom stayed at the bazaar they had along the floor. I saw CDs of Schubert, Vivaldi, weird local artists I've never heard before, Jay Chou, and everything else you'd expect to see. I was actually searching for Erika Sawajiri's single, which happens to be a rare item to find. Not 5 minutes passed, I heard noises. They resembled fire-crackers. Hmm, but the frequencies of the noises weren't of fire crackers. Queer. I took a peek outside from inside the store, the lanes were void of people, and there were just some running around. I listened to the conversation the shopkeeper was having with a customer, and found out, hey, it's a armed robbery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Gun shots were what I heard. Not fire crackers. They continued for quite a long time. Mom called. She concerned for my safety, and I reassured her, we're quite safe. Those were words. But in my heart, I couldn't be less worried, scared, afraid. Mom could be in the way of the gunshots. Luckily Lil Bro was right here by my side. The shopkeeper closed the grate, and the rest of us customers stayed put. We weren't sure where they came from. For all I know, they could be heading right here. Fear overcame my mind, but I know I can't afford to panic right now. I waited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;During those moments of uncertainty, all that came through my mind was, everyone I loved, everything I had, and all the things you'd miss. I was that paranoid. My face couldn't show it though. I was stiff outside, scared inside. It was nearly 10 minutes. There was still fear lurking in the air. Mom called for the second time, she was safe. She was at Bata, and I cringed. She was closer to the danger. But I had to go there, to be with her. For another 5 minutes, I waited. When the coast was rather clear, I made my way to Bata with my brother. People were gathering around the balconies on the upper floors, and on the ground floor, people were looking up at the crime scene. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomei&lt;/span&gt;, the jewelry store, got hit. The rest of them, were still finding refuge in the shops they're in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eventhough swift, it seemed like an eternity before I reached Bata. But when I did, I saw Mom, and I was content. We continued to wait there until it was safe enough to get out of the hell hole, and get home as quick as possible. There were bullet shells on the floor, first time I ever seen one. Then I thought, just barely 30 minutes ago, we were eating, now, we're in this situation, where guns are involved. Weird huh? There was then an announcement made for all the shops to close down. We then made our way, out of the vicinity, and back to our car, which was across the road. Upon reaching there, a crowd was already gathered, all discussing about the incident. Apparently, these brave people ran out of the place when the shooting was still on! And they could actually hear the shots from outside also. Listening to the conversation, it appears that around 5 people got shot at the scene. Some died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The busy crowd enlarged as more people emerged from the building back here, across the road. The cars on the road were honking their hearts out, eager to get out of the place, and police sirens were heard soon after. I urged my mom to just get out of there, and get home. So here I am. Alive, well, and blogging. I could've died, taken hostage, shot in the crossfire and whatnot. Just because of one decision of taking which route. I am glad I felt like looking at CDs. This the one time it actually helped. But I couldn't discard it as sheer luck. I think and feel that the Big Guy above has something to do with all this. He blessed me, and by doing that, he saved my family and I. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank You God&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On a short note, I hope that you, the people I know and I care about, is safe. Please be. I just realized how important you were to me. May God bless you and may you be protected always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Happy To Be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-117051221070742477?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/117051221070742477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=117051221070742477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/117051221070742477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/117051221070742477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/02/thank-god.html' title='Thank God.'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-116995646534893066</id><published>2007-01-28T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:56:13.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Today, was a fine day. Eventhough it was a Sunday with replacement tuition sessions. Lol. But anyway, it's not that which matters. What matters, happened when I went to the coffee shop in USJ 2 for brunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So there I was, half-way eating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Chow Kuey Teow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; with my white coffee, sharing a table with a pretty lady with my mom. Okay, I don't know if you get that.....but yeah. XD So, when I was about to finish my meal, there was this family that sat at the next table. There was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, who was about 30 I figured, and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, who was about 18-20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;See, there wasn't a problem at all. In fact, the Dad, Mom, and Daughter were perfectly merry. The Daughter offered to order this and that for her parents, and chatting away in the process. It was all typical. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;UNTIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; came along. He sat down, with his cell phone and pack of cigarettes. [I hate smokers] Like that wasn't offending enough, he suddenly started to fight with his Dad. Verbally lah, of course. I wasn't sure what he was so pissed about, but when I listened closer, he was actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, because his Dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;asked him to order his drink for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I was like......."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;." Just because his Dad asked him to order his drink for him, he started to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;bising like some stupid fellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;, like his Dad was burdening him with the weight of the world. What an A-hole, I thought. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; his Dad anyways, and he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; gonna order drinks anyway, so, how hard could it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So, the drama went on, until the Dad also couldn't take it anymore, and the Daughter started to lecture her little brother, and all that. But luckily, I was gonna leave already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Phew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;. What luck to have this fella sit next to my table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;In my mind during that whole time, was, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What does this guy think he is? That's your Dad, for God's sake. And you refused his little demand, while you yourself went and order Coke. A-hole, what an absolute A-hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;" And I thought to myself, this will earn him a great almighty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;smiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; from God one day. He will. Oh yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;From this, I hope there isn't too many people like that Son in the world. And you! Hopefully you aren't like that. Parents are gifts from God that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; buy-able, find-able, obtain-able. You either have them, or you don't. If you do, cherish them all you can, because they are all you have in this world, as guardians, as protectors, as mothers and fathers. Then, compare yourself to the people who doesn't have parents. Then you'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;So, anyways, if you fight with your parents, why not stop? If you haven't said I love you to your parents, why not start? Whatever it is, just don't be like that Son in the coffee shop. He's an A-hole, and I'm quite sure, you're not. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Joe&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Love Your Parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-116995646534893066?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/116995646534893066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=116995646534893066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/116995646534893066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/116995646534893066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/01/smite.html' title='Smite'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-116843619188030293</id><published>2007-01-10T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:40:48.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year - New Hopes - New Me</title><content type='html'>Ah, the second week since school started. And honestly, today is the only day I've got time to actually come online and blog. Actually, I haven't got time to even come online. Busy with work. Weird? No it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it IS a new year. And it actually means much to us 1990-ians. It's SPM year! =)  And that would give us all the reason to be busy, even before school started. Books, clothes, shoes and whatnot are all on the shopping list. [Not that I'm concerned on the clothing, I'm using my old ones. XD] Yeah. Every book shop is filled with eager, gung-ho young and old kids alike, all rushing to buy their supply of books before they run of stock, which, is happening today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when school starts, the work begins. And that's where the magic begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The start of form 5. The year of reckoning for all us 17 year olds[and some PTS smart humans of course.] Expected it to be full of stuff? Full of, how do ya say, hell? That would most likely be the stereotyped answer out there. Everyone thinks that way. Don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But see, for me, it didn't turn out that way. Work, work and more work, yeah, who doesn't have em? And voila, I'm taking tuition this year. 6 of em. So.....Work+Tuition+Homework should've had me complaining all week long. But nope. I didn't. I actually welcome them very much now. Or for the least part, I manage them. It's miraculous really. And all I can say is, maybe I've grown in my head a little bit more, or, there's a big guy up there, giving me enough will power to rough through this. I thank either fact. I thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, I've got this new perspective of school. Cool. =) And what more, there's been much improvement in school with the management, the people and whatnot. Just, the whole environment's a little bit more.....homely now. And I'm not complaining. Heheh. Seem a little daft to you? Yeah, I agree. I'm a little bit crazy to love school. Old Joe has left with 2006. New Joe is here to stay. I hope it'll make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"He came back from his daily routine, work. He exit the car he drove and closed the door behind him. He walked his way into the house, set aside his briefcase and handed me a piece of paper. Rough, a little crumpled, in black and white, the paper stated the things I've feared for him to know. My spendings for phone calls on my cell of the last month. In a calm, unwavering tone, he gave me a warning I have to heed. Or consequences will consume the freedom of my fixed line."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I looked at the miserable piece of paper and I see my old foolish self written on it. The numbers and figures that could have spelled my doom lay written in blue, with his handwriting. The figure totaled up to a percentage of 100% increase, no, more than that, of my usual spendings. My eyes were uncertain, my vision unclear and my voice unspoken. I knew this was going to rain on me one day or another. This just happened to be the day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did I pull such fate into my own petty self? I ask myself that much, these days. Was there a need for me to dive into such malevolence? Was there? I thought to myself. Then it became clear to me that it was No. I have put myself in a position I need not be in, clinging on to whatever sympathy my bill payer still have of me. I dare not fight. For I know there is only me to blame. Me, for being stupid, for being naive, for being hopeful, for falling for someone I need not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then there was light. Bright lights. I close my eyes, breathed and interpreted this celestial message in my head. All it said to me was, it was time for me to change. To move on. To peel your rotten self off and be reborn. I took the message to heart. Slowly, yet with much effect, I'm becoming a shadow of my former self. My previous self, slowly being erased until only remnants of it remains. I am new."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, amusing indeed how a piece of paper can mean so much, do so much. A piece of paper my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;father&lt;/span&gt; gave me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Have A Blessed New Year. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23950962-116843619188030293?l=joemok16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/feeds/116843619188030293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23950962&amp;postID=116843619188030293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/116843619188030293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23950962/posts/default/116843619188030293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joemok16.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-new-hopes-new-me.html' title='New Year - New Hopes - New Me'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10740648903191823164</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a263/JoeMok/Heartavvyweb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23950962.post-116705486409581838</id><published>2006-12-25T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:54:24.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; season &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; joy, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;giving&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;! And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fine&lt;/span&gt; season &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;indeed&lt;/span&gt;~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;That's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;, I've &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;decided&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; this &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;pointless&lt;/span&gt; yet &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;meaningful&lt;/span&gt; post, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rg
