<?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-34670558</id><updated>2012-02-06T01:05:28.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusion; Life is just a dream</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>209</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7274064555668495040</id><published>2011-06-22T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:39:12.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Neighbour</title><content type='html'>I had known that my neighbour is harbouring those little spirits in their house for years. I would not mind nor would I care if only my neighbour know how to keep them under control instead of letting them wander all over the places and disturb others. These things had ventured into our place for quite a few times already and every single time, chaos happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do dare to say that I am patient enough to let them do what they want and again and again, just shoo-ed them off instead of taking actions. But this time, it is just too much! They started to make some physical actions on us or rather, on my grandfather. Once, an invisible force had tried to carry him and throw him down from the aisle of my house and when it failed, it pushed my grandfather to another side of the wall and he banged his head on the wall with a loud thump. Thankfully, my grandfather had a strong will and know what is going on and hang on to the handle on the aisle with all his strength or else, it would have been a murder/homicide/suicide depending on what the police would have came up the assessment with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the thump actually but I do not know what happened until my grandfather walked into our house and I saw that his legs were stained with the wall's excess paint powder thing. I take that as a sign of struggle as there is no way the stain would be all over both of his legs if he just fell (the floor is made from cement with no white paint). Furthermore, the injury on his head was directly on the middle of his head and heck, how could you fall and knock yourself head on? If you do fall, I think the back of your head would have gotten injured instead, right? That was a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now, those things are back and I had been seeing them for a few times now. The funny thing is, I do not feel scared when I saw them but instead, it's anger and frustration. Maybe it is because they are too much and I guess enough is enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, grandpa was admitted into hospital because he somehow fainted in the market that he goes every morning. Thankfully everyone there know who he is and so, they manage to contact Mother after they had sent grandpa to hospital by ambulance. Of course I went into the worry-die-me mode I heard about the news and wanted to go to hospital so badly. Sadly, I am stuck in the office, working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you would think, "What does your grandfather's accident have got to do with your neighbour?" or in what sense could I blame that this is the doing of those entities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had seen them too much and more or less, I can sense what they are thinking. That is all that I could describe. It was just a suspicion that it is the doings of the entities at the beginning but it was confirmed when I went back home to take a shower and saw one of them outside peeking at our house with a sinister smile. I must say, my coward failed me (yes, coward, because I am not scared at that moment) and I yelled and threatened that if they do come and disturb us again, I will seal them off from reincarnation and they shall stay in the same place forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I just know I have the ability to do that. After I came back much later from visiting my grandpa, I had decided to seal them off in that house of my neighbour's. Don't ask me how as I would not like to describe it. Hopefully, my anger is strong enough to keep them in place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-7274064555668495040?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7274064555668495040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7274064555668495040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7274064555668495040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7274064555668495040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2011/06/terrible-neighbour.html' title='Terrible Neighbour'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-3903631801012567065</id><published>2011-06-17T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T11:26:26.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has been a routine.</title><content type='html'>Yes, lately it had been a routine. Nothing fun nor out of extraordinary. Job in B.Braun is nice and the people here are much more fun compared to my time in HSBC. It was a helluva boring desk job over there! No internet, no one to have fun or chat like crazy with since my age gap with theirs is like...10++ years old MINIMUM. So, somehow, we just don't sync hahaha. Worse of all, even though my job title is "Temporary Clerk" but I dont feel like one. I'd say I could rename it as "Temporary Clerk-Secretary-Office Boy cum General Worker". Like seriously, I pick up phone calls for my superior, help my manager and my direct boss to carry documents or boxes or whatever that they asks me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the manager herself performs favoritism which I seriously loathe. Everyone knows it because it's super obvious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about my previous job haha. Anyway, yeah, life has been a routine. Wake up, go work, come back, play wow or rest a while, sleep and it repeats. Ooohh....and i tell ya..so damn bored right now. That's why im re-blogging hahaha! The work here is not as much compared to the work in the bank but when there are work, it is much more stressful compared to two or three days worth of work in bank. The work in HSBC is tedious and so, you don't really need to think much while over here, you have to use your brain and squeeeze the brain juice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, crapping here. Dont know what else to write. Very blank now. Gonna take half day off~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-3903631801012567065?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3903631801012567065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=3903631801012567065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/3903631801012567065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/3903631801012567065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-has-been-routine.html' title='Life has been a routine.'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4360096005285096843</id><published>2011-04-26T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T13:57:49.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Life</title><content type='html'>Now that I am not home and thus, no more 24-7 World of Warcraft time, might as well use my free time in office for blogging hahaha... Second week here and wow man...I learned a lot compared to my 3 months temporary job in HSBC as a clerk. In HSBC, all I do is sit down from 9 to 6 on the desk, check all those nonsense papers and worse of all, NO FREAKING DAMN INTERNET! I loathed the place since the first day I started there and I told myself "Ooohh boy, it's gonna be a damn damn long 3 months".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over here, it's much more relaxing in terms of environment and the working life. Nobody cares much about what you're doing as long as you completes your job. Furthermore, most of the people here are nice including most of my colleagues. Friendly and helpful since the first day of my work. My boss, Teresa is awesome! She is so friendly and she have some very good advice. She's in her late 40s or so but she doesn't look like one. It's very relaxing to be around her...smiling all the time and soothing voice and you know...everything nice a mother could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's my senior/work-buddy who assists me and guide me in everything. Well, I've to take over his tasks soon so I guess it's the right choice for him to teach me hahahha. Even so, he taught me like he mean it instead of you know...urm....how could I say...lazy kind of way? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there had been some kind of bad things going on around here but overall, everyone here is great! Second week only and I've already felt like home. The best of all, the MNC Im working in is HUGE!!! It took me about 6 hours to walk around all the plants and even so, I have only completed 90% of the tour. Ahhh... I love my job...for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4360096005285096843?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4360096005285096843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4360096005285096843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4360096005285096843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4360096005285096843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2011/04/working-life.html' title='Working Life'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6007686825622665755</id><published>2011-02-25T01:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T09:17:03.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An old beginning, a new end...</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, the title doesnt makes sense but then again, most of the things i wrote doesn't makes sense, if you read it plainly of course :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sigh...I can't believe this person actually manage to makes me write a post for him after abandoning my blog for such a looooong time. He is non other than my official godbro, Albin. Well, he is leaving &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; us back to his &lt;i&gt;kampung&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;i&gt;tanam jagung&lt;/i&gt; for good. But knowing him, i'd wager that he already have plan(s) for his future (as usual) just that he refuses to tell me. I see no point in pestering him for his plan(s) though. So basically, this post is all about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some intro about him is that he is 5 years older than me (I think) and he's much much much much much much much much MOOOREE smarter, experienced and intelligent than me. That's one of most important things why I respect him so much. Secondly, he's very very humble even though he's &lt;i&gt;young&lt;/i&gt; but &lt;i&gt;poor&lt;/i&gt; and...I really like it despite the fact that it gets annoying sometimes with the mysteries going on around him. Oh what the heck, if he wanna tell then i'll be ready to listen or else, he can keep it to himself (even though curiousity kills the cat and i cant help but pester him sometimes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny fact when I met him is that, i actually dislikes him due to certain circumstances at that time and his facebook profile picture just makes him urm....&lt;s&gt;"hate-able"&lt;/s&gt; unlikable (thankfully that profile pic is gone!). As time passes by, we get to know each other more and more and I found that we've quite some common interests and tada! relationship grows. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uv7SUncOAAQ"&gt;*BROMANCE*&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that he's leaving really impacts me because well, i finally found someone whom im able to open up and talk to but in the end, he've gotta leave :( Some of you might say "You still got other friends of yours" or "You've got your other half" or "Hey, i'm here, you can talk to me too" but you must know, IT'S JUST DIFFERENT! It's just like how you can talk alot to your mom but not your dad! (Well, at least that's the case for me) Okay, got tired of this useless explanation...moving on~~ Let's just say that we have the same channel/frequency (or at least that's my part). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that i have psychic power or what but well, he can read my body language as well as i can read his. I know what he wants and he just know what i wanted even though &lt;s&gt;mostly I pretend not to know since sometimes, it's better to pretend not to know than to know *hmm tongue twister?*&lt;/s&gt; that does not happen all the time. At the end of the days between me and him (this sentence sounds so wrong), we talked about my urm..problem in McD *winks* and i really appreciate that talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opens up to me so much that night (i mean midnight) just like how much i had opened up to him. So thankful for that talk cause i just like people telling me stuff, it makes me comfortable just like how my another good bro, Shawnie Prawnie tells me about his stuff before. Call me busybody or whatever, I dont care. Furthermore, he reminds me of a feeling I have not feel for a very very looong time since H.K. (I dont know what this feeling is called) where we talk about anything and everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...im just very very sad that he's leaving and my fun talkative time is no longer available. Just to clear the air, the reason I like to talk to him is because whatever i talked to him, he'll respond to me in a very fun way rather than repetitive responses like "Oh! Is it?", "Haha...", "Like that hor.." etc. So, in a way, our conversation is never dull or boring (to me). *NOTE: i know this sentence's grammar is wrong*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to sum things up, what did he taught me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To change my atitude from I-AM-WHO-I-AM-AND-I-WONT-CHANGE into I-AM-WHO-I-AM-BUT-I-WILL-FIX-MY-SOME-OF-MY-WORST-ATITUDES kind of person. Okay it's confusing...basically, he (and SOMEONE else) advised me that i should accept criticisms and changes for the better in certain things instead of sticking to my old self but in the same time, to maintain my old self. Okay..it's still confusing but ahhh... heck cares...nobody reads my blog. An extra note is that, I can listen to him better cause the method of approach he used to tell me stuff is more friendly and loving...aww...you'll be a very good father in the future Gor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Politics are the most important thing in working life. Even though i'd already know this fact, but still, he relates his experiences to me. In a way, I learns to agree to disagree (SOMEONE else taught me this too but well, it's another case :P) **Pls dont get jealous if you reads this**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Some fun facts like what's goin on around the world, who's the real richest guy in SOME place, what branded stuff not worth buying, cars, people and so on. I looove general knowledge (even though it might not be useful but at least, it's good to know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. That not all &lt;i&gt;poor&lt;/i&gt; people are selfish or useless. I have this thought cause suffice to say that certain &lt;i&gt;poor&lt;/i&gt; parties made me think so hence i just stereotyped them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. That it's really really important to appreciate people around you all the time before they're gone. Actually, he just proves that what im doing all these while is correct and worth it. I appreciates everyone and everything around me or at least i do my best to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. That it is still really painful to know someone you deared so much to leave you but you must learn grow up and learn to leave things behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience 1 - I cried until i puke when my grandma passed away when i was 11 y.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience 2 - I cried nonstop and keep holding my grandpa's hand when he died and refused to stand up from kneeling down on the day his body was pushed into the fire to be turned into ashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the third (my favourite number) SEPERATION (i repeat, it's SEPERATION so don't think i mixed you up with dead people. I never think of my gramps as dead anyway, i always thought of it as a temporal seperation in human life) i ever had with someone whom i really really loves and the first time ever i manage to hold back my tears so well. Of course the moment he told me that he's leaving, my shoulder slumped and there was a lump in my throat but since it's public place, i have no choice but to swallow it back and let it out when im home XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i think i should stop here already since this post is so length-y already. Last but not least, Ah Gor, stay healthy, stay funny and stay wickedy okay :) I don't know why i said this but, be true to yourself okay? Figure out what my last sentence meant by yourself and... &lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/b&gt; bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Albin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What comes must always go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's how the story roll,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though it had taken such a toll,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no choice but to let it flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories will be my keepsake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least i know it is not fake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember shall I on what was said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Same goes to the things that we made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gor Gor Willie calls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some heavy rain is dropping as autumn falls,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, i wished myself was a doll,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Free from emotions and thoughts like an empty hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life of a person is full of curve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Writing this poem is getting on my nerve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause it's so hard to find a sentence which matches with loves,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gor, i will always remember you with full of loves.&lt;br /&gt;(This last stanza sucks btw) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: One thing i dont like about you is that you're evil. Threatening me on every single thing that i refused to tell you or do. &lt;s&gt;even though i like it *masochist*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PP/S: I would like to see you cry in front of me so that i can cry with you for one last time. I love seeing people cry so that i can be the man to comfort the other. (Yes i am weird)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HyJBnmO8O8o" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6007686825622665755?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6007686825622665755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6007686825622665755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6007686825622665755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6007686825622665755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2011/02/old-beginning-new-end.html' title='An old beginning, a new end...'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HyJBnmO8O8o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-1654356945288960156</id><published>2010-09-08T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:21:32.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophecy</title><content type='html'>I've had trouble handling my gift...or rather, i do not know how to control my gift. As far as i can remember, it had all started at the age of 8 with me catching a glimpse of the afterlife of my cousin's uncle. Like people and everything around us, my gift develops. From being able to see the afterlife-s to feeling what they're feeling to mental communication and deja vu at a very high rate of occurrence. Then, seeing solid forms of them instead of spiritual form and then as i grow, i discovered more of my abilities. I thought that it would stop at the I-can-see-ghost point but no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, from deja vu to premonitions. I know that i will be in a bad accident in the future but when will be a very good question. Where? Right at the junction of Union High School. Ever watched Final Destination? The movie starts with one of the actor getting a premonition and stuff like that right? Well, i get that too and the worse of all, i feel the fear and the pain and i just woke up. Like how it happened to the actor, the scene goes on for like, 5 minutes or so but in reality, it only happened in a split second or a few. Yes, some of you might think that "Oh! You just watch too much movie" but sadly, no. Producers and most of the time, people who performs art in any form, musicians, novelist, artists and whatever else you can think of, has a special ability which they do not know of themselves. They get ideas from the beings on top (no, im not talking about gods) and i will not explain what those beings are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, from premonitions to now, prophecies. What i prophesied is very simple and very frustrating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; Premonitions, Chris, Volcano, Earthquake, Universe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these? Do not ask me cause i dont know myself. I've gone through the first phase; Premonitions. I 'dreamed' about the future or rather my consciousness floats somewhere between the Earth realm and the realm beyond. I received messages from the beings above. What are those? Weird stuff i might say. First thing I saw was an arrow of sort. It's hard to be described and basically, it's not a normal arrow. Secondly, i saw a vial. Ever played starcraft? One of the stages of Protoss's. You need to rescue one of your ally from a vial thingie...I saw something like that. I too saw a spaceship of some sort. Not the normal UFO kind of thing but more or less, it is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, the nights before i received these, i was unable to sleep well. No matter what time i slept, i will wake up at 4AM SHARP. I tried sleeping at 2AM even and still, i woke up at 4AM SHARP! I feel totally refreshed and not tired for the whole day. I got really frustrated cause i know this is not normal. You might argue that it's my biological clock is doing the trick and stuff but hell no i tell you. Believe or not, it's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about premonitions. Now, i am currently ongoing phase two; Chris. What's with Chris? I have no idea but i do now. I do not know why does premonitions links to Chris till now but at least i know what is going to happen. More or less. She is not herself and will not be for a period of time. Lately, my worst fear was confirmed. Thankfully, to confirm my truth, i'd told mother everything before it happened. Now even if nobody in the world believes me, mother WILL believe. Today, there had been an argument about her with the whole family. It had gone for days now and my family too feels that there's something wrong with her. Oh damn! What are all these riddles about? What crap am i writing!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, since this is my blog, i will write whatever i knows about. That's all i can say. I had been furious with her a couple of times and thankfully, i was reminded that this is all according to the prophecy. What i do know is that IF, mother and father pushes her and argues with her, she will somehow leave. Leave the house? Leave for the afterlife? I do not know! I advised mother not to scold or yell at her and just let her be for the moment. Thankfully, mother heed my advice. I had given her the task to explain it to father and i hope that he believes in what was said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is going into me again just like what had happened when the first phase started. No matter what happens, will try my best to persevere! I do not believe in destiny but i believe that i had such abilities for a reason. I never wanted to get rid of my abilities but from time to time, i will hate or dislike them. If my duty is to observe and record, then so be it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that i can do something about it...sighh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-1654356945288960156?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1654356945288960156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=1654356945288960156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1654356945288960156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1654356945288960156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2010/09/prophecy.html' title='Prophecy'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-1450716540420895942</id><published>2010-03-24T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T22:59:50.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK!</title><content type='html'>DAMN! I seriously want to get out of my house right this instant! What the hell is wrong with everybody? Why do they want to intrude my privacy? I came to facebook for fun and do my own thing and live my own life but now...they're treating as if facebook is a place where they can poke into everybody's business! WHAT THE HELL!!!??? In real life, there's this thing called privacy line! IT TOO EXISTS ON VIRTUAL WORLD!!! HEEYYY!!! AMATEURS!!! PLEASE DO KNOW THAT PRIVACY LINE TOO EXISTS ON FACEBOOK AND ALL THE VIRTUAL WORLD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-1450716540420895942?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1450716540420895942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=1450716540420895942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1450716540420895942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1450716540420895942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2010/03/fuck.html' title='FUCK!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4986710014374088610</id><published>2010-03-13T18:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T18:24:46.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urge</title><content type='html'>All of sudden, I've the feel to blog...but don't know what should i blog about haha!!! So many things i can talk about actually but dont really feel like it haha!! Exam's on monday and tonight, im gonna prepare my own notes after doing downstairs for postponed pot luck gathering with neighbors. Then, one round of dota and HELLO BORING &lt;s&gt;see asshole&lt;/s&gt; CSO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4986710014374088610?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4986710014374088610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4986710014374088610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4986710014374088610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4986710014374088610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2010/03/urge.html' title='Urge'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6797385491558892032</id><published>2010-02-25T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T12:06:48.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Im class right now...kinda tired and all. Long time no blog kekeke... many things happened of course but lazy wanna post anything. Kinda worried bout my final year project. Seeing Liang n Hoong going crazy, i also feel like going crazy. It's kinda weird. I am taking Basic Discrete Maths and Computer System Organization of Mr.Kevin's. The weird thing is that i can do well in BDM but not CSO. CSO is kinda theory base and lol...i kinda sucks in theory...which is weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do questions in BDM easily although they're maths...weird huh...never ever happen before. Binaries in CSO is making me crazy though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/S4X3Bq2jUFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MHgd-CdEyWE/s1600-h/DSC00021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/S4X3Bq2jUFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MHgd-CdEyWE/s320/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442027332802138194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this pic of myself :P Syok sendiri MWAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6797385491558892032?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6797385491558892032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6797385491558892032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6797385491558892032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6797385491558892032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/S4X3Bq2jUFI/AAAAAAAAAhM/MHgd-CdEyWE/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-3029724341750781966</id><published>2009-10-19T17:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T17:21:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optical Illusions</title><content type='html'>I got all of these from Yahoo! Love all these so much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wormhole&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwtZEVB-dI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rJ1kANyBBuY/s1600-h/wormhole.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwtZEVB-dI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rJ1kANyBBuY/s320/wormhole.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394236362364942802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The black and white circular lines make this illusion seem as if there are various depths in the image, creating different entryways and tunnels&lt;/div&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 class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Waves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwtY2IrDGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/bYVTEQdkgQw/s1600-h/waves.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwtY2IrDGI/AAAAAAAAAg4/bYVTEQdkgQw/s320/waves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394236358555012194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The blue almond-shaped objects look as if they’re all passing over three separate columns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Starbursts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwtYZ5yk_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/GoxnzEckEh8/s1600-h/starbursts.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwtYZ5yk_I/AAAAAAAAAgw/GoxnzEckEh8/s320/starbursts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394236350976398322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These bright purple and green star-like shapes appear to be moving, which can be a little nauseating if you stare at it for too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pulsing Vortex&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwsjiQHbuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/b9xcxarxJIU/s1600-h/pulsing-vortex.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwsjiQHbuI/AAAAAAAAAgo/b9xcxarxJIU/s320/pulsing-vortex.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394235442684456674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you stare at this one long enough you’ll notice a fast and pulsing multicolored vortex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kaleidescope&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwsjHLshsI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZODD_e4a6Is/s1600-h/kaleidoscopes.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwsjHLshsI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZODD_e4a6Is/s320/kaleidoscopes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394235435418158786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A collection of black, blue, green and white shapes appears to be five different kaleidoscope-type figures—each swirling toward their centers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hypnosis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Stwsi2EOXxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/8xJBX98Vzdg/s1600-h/hypnosis.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Stwsi2EOXxI/AAAAAAAAAgY/8xJBX98Vzdg/s320/hypnosis.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394235430823419666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although this image is comprised of simple purple and green squares outlined in black, it looks like it is bulging out in the center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flowing Leaves&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwsiOPxEXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/oR9WyIeiAvg/s1600-h/flowing-leaves.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwsiOPxEXI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/oR9WyIeiAvg/s320/flowing-leaves.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394235420134412658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The brown leaf shapes against a green background make this look as if the entire group is flowing—making waves if you focus on the picture as a whole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bull's Eye&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwshpW8_pI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bym1EqBhg_Y/s1600-h/bulls-eye.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwshpW8_pI/AAAAAAAAAgI/bym1EqBhg_Y/s320/bulls-eye.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394235410232442514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you stare at the center of the image, it looks as if the outer rings are rotating in alternating directions—an effect meant to mesmerize the viewer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-3029724341750781966?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3029724341750781966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=3029724341750781966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/3029724341750781966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/3029724341750781966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/10/optical-illusions.html' title='Optical Illusions'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/StwtZEVB-dI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rJ1kANyBBuY/s72-c/wormhole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-1231028366380840131</id><published>2009-08-21T03:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:21:17.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish</title><content type='html'>Is this really what i should start learning? One by one, people around me showed their selfishness. One by one, made me sad. One by one, made me feel like wanna die. One by one, just turns my world becomes gray. When will this end? I feel like crying...I know my heart is crying but there doesnt seem to be any tears dripping down my eyes. What is wrong? Every single time i think that there're others who're in the worse situation than i am, i brightened myself. How long can i keep lying to myself that i should stop helping others so that i do not end up hurting myself? How many times before i could learn that people are selfish? How many times should i cover myself from the fact that people leave after they obtained what they want from you? &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;HOW MANY TIMES MUST I GO THROUGH THIS BEFORE I LEARN MY LESSON???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;JUST HOW MANY!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really a human's nature to get what they want and leave? How much pain do I have to suffer? I am gifted with the ability to know what I shouldnt know and to everyone, it is cool...to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; it is cool but to me, it isn't! I'll bringing problems to myself. How much longer until I can control and ignore those things which I know unconciously? How much longer should I suffer before it drives me crazy? I'm just...speechless...you dissapoints me...mysteries bring fourth upon me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-1231028366380840131?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1231028366380840131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=1231028366380840131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1231028366380840131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1231028366380840131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/08/selfish.html' title='Selfish'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4545402973806483084</id><published>2009-08-15T16:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:29:31.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Music</title><content type='html'>Well, recently i was introduced to instrumental music specifically, piano by my friend. Amazingly, the music produced by Ryuichi Sakamoto isnt as hideous as what i always heard, in terms of piano. The hideous i mean isnt ugly, disgusting or anything near. It's just that those piano musics didnt reach my heard or mind. I didnt feel any peace or 'niceness' about the composed piece. It's very different in the case of Sakamoto's. It touched me and it's just very calm and peaceful listening to it. Im sure those of you who obsessively listens to music had this condition before whereby you thought you love a song but when you listen more of it, you feel bored and so on. That's because that song just didnt reach your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/alRkPBCfDaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/alRkPBCfDaY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great artistes really do have weird behaviors and he for one is one of them. There's a conductor cum musician from Japan has the same style too. They're like really into the thing and just perform according to the flow of the music. Do they really have higher frequency like what Vinfred said? Whatever it is, they do produces great musics so i couldnt care less. Great painters, artiste and such really do have weird behaviors if you'd noticed. That's because they're not on the same level as a normal human. Their receptive powers are higher or greater than ours which, makes them special i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="375" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwkuS9FlB7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YwkuS9FlB7M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Merry Christmas Mr.Lawrence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4545402973806483084?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4545402973806483084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4545402973806483084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4545402973806483084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4545402973806483084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/08/power-of-music.html' title='The Power of Music'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2128768602157243054</id><published>2009-07-20T18:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:05:52.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief Premiers!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh darn! Rick Riordan just sent a message/comment through friendster and OMFG!!! The Lightning Thief premiers on 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of February 2010! Damn! I cant wait for that day to arrive! Sadly, I dont think Logan Lerman should be Percy Jackson because during TLT (The Lightning Thief), Percy Jackson is only 12 and Logan Lerman doesnt look 12 and wikipedia tells me he is 17!!! WTH! They should find people like that Harry Potter guy(i forgot his name) who acts equally young as the story said. Oh! I was so dissapointed in this though. Why Logan Lerman??? There's nobody who's younger? If it's because he has ocean blue eyes which is like what Percy Jackson's eyes color should be, contact lenses can fix the factor, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh WTH!!! On the other hand, they made the Olympus looks so scary with all those unnecessary lightnings and stuff. Sigh...on the other hand, the actors are all out of age, well maybe except for Pierce Brosnan who's gonna take up the role as Chiron and i hope he really acts like a good teacher (Chiron's role = teacher). Jake Abel a.k.a Luke Castellan(well, his sirname shouldn't be revealed yet XD) is quite okay i guess since in the story, Luke is 17 or so. Worse of all, argh! Grover Underwood acted by a 25 year old guy!?!?!? Brandon T.Jackson is gonna take up that role and WHAT THE HELL!? Well, i hope this Grover is not much higher than Percy is as later in the story, Percy will "overgrow" Grover. Annabeth Chase, by Alexandra Daddario, is definitely the wrong age but acceptable because well, it's female and that's the time for their puberty, no? Well, Alexandra do have grey eyes though :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, i hope the movie doesnt sucks and out of the storyline written in the novel. Harry Potter sucks and the movie is like... so different! Well, not much differences to me cause i was never a fan of Harry Potter. BOO HOO!!! Like I'd care haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the trailer with that Logan Lerman in it. I hope he's good in acting as Percy Jackson. I CANT WAIT FOR THE PREMIER IN PENANG! I am soooooooooo gonna watch with Cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4zkoOXDlng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4zkoOXDlng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-2128768602157243054?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2128768602157243054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2128768602157243054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2128768602157243054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2128768602157243054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/07/percy-jackson-and-lightning-thief.html' title='Percy Jackson and The Lightning Thief Premiers!!!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7537504584786396047</id><published>2009-07-16T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T11:30:17.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst Nightmare</title><content type='html'>This was my English homework given by my low standard lecturer. Not in the mood to talk about him but it's just that, his English is so terrible yet he acted like he's very clever. Speechless and he's a true locally produced lecturer. Very very very, local minded. Never plan to write that long but well, i just had fun writing about it but the ending sucks cause i realized that a 200 words essay became a 10x more words than the originally planned essay so i rushed to end it. Got the idea from Percy Jackson :D I realized there's still some grammatical error n stuff like that but lol lazy wanna go through it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Worst Nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with a startle. There were screams around me and the air was coated with the smell of burnt woods. As I regained my senses, I realized that I am not in my room. I am in a cavern-liked room and was sleeping on a hard unforgiving bed which was crafted from a slab of stone. I climbed down from the bed and tried to shake off the backache I had. I spared myself a few moments to absorb the fact that I am not in my bedroom but instead, I am lost somewhere which is unlikely anywhere nearby my place. The best assumption I can come up with is that I am kidnapped by someone while I am fast asleep and I am under their captivity in a cave. On the other hand, what was it with that eerie screams echoing from the outside of my room? Not to mention, the smell of burnt woods.&lt;br /&gt;I do not know whether it is a wise choice for me to open the wooden door which has a very weird carving of an upside down cross but then again, there is no point for me to wait in the room with lots of unanswered questions. As I approach the door, I feel an intense heat around me which was literally “hot like hell” and even the doorknob is hot even though it is made from wood. Fear rushed through me as I open the door for what I saw was horrifying. I realized that I am indeed inside a cave but, the only difference is that three feet from me is a big chasm with fire in the other end of the chasm. I looked up and down and noticed that this cave is as high and huge as a building with 20 floors or so from the top to bottom. The floor above me shone with a bright golden glow and higher than that is an open ceiling where I am able to look at the sky. It was nighttime. I am on the floor which looks very humane enough compared to the ones below me.&lt;br /&gt;I saw men and women were being pushed down into the chasm by Minotaurs. Minotaurs? Am I seeing things? I pulled back into my room and tried to digest what I saw with my eyes. Fear crawls around me and I was going into the state of shock.&lt;br /&gt;“I cannot be afraid. I must go on with what I saw. Nobody is going to rescue me but myself. I should find out what is going on around me”. That’s what I said to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and recalled what I’ve just seen. One thing for sure is that I am still alive because I can feel my heartbeat within me and I’ve just catch a glimpse of the sky so, I am not in hell. I opened the door again and this time, there was a five feet tall lady in front of me. I reasoned that she is in her early 30’s and she wore a white flowing robe. She has the face of a mother and her expression was nonetheless like a worried mother. Her hair is the most attractive feature that I can made of which grows shoulder length and it’s golden-silk in color.&lt;br /&gt;“I am Persephone, Queen of the Underworld. You must escape, child, from being imprisoned and executed by my husband”, she said.&lt;br /&gt;Queen Persephone? Underworld? Isn’t that Greek mythology? Her husband? Why am I being imprisoned and soon-to-be executed by her husband?&lt;br /&gt;“Aree…arr…are you really Queen Persephone from the Greek mythology? Am I dead?” I asked as polite as possible fearing to offend the lady who just claimed to be Queen of the Underworld.&lt;br /&gt;“You are still a mortal, your time has yet to come and I am not a myth. You must hurry, child. You are in mortal danger and cannot be seen by the guards” replied Persephone as she grabbed my hand.&lt;br /&gt;I shook off her grasp and said “Wait, this isn’t real. I must be dreaming. Why am I in danger? You are not Persephone as you claimed and this place doesn’t exist. I am simply hallucinating. What is this place? I saw people were being pushed into that fire pit and there are screams all around me. Is this some kind of torture chamber? Are you guys inhumane?”&lt;br /&gt;“I am Queen of the Underworld and they deserve what they did. They simply received the punishment for their bad doings during their roam as mortal.”&lt;br /&gt;“Prove to me that you are who you claim you are.”&lt;br /&gt;“I will show you who I am and you must escape from this place as soon as I show you who I am.”&lt;br /&gt;“Deal.”&lt;br /&gt;With a click of her hand, flowers and grasses grows in the room I’m in. Flower sprouts and the fragrant emanated from the plants confirmed the truth. I was astound yet shocked that gods and goddesses really do exist.&lt;br /&gt;“You..yooo…yooouu arree Persephone! But, why are you that young?”, I said with shocked.&lt;br /&gt;“Immortals do not age and this is the human form I preferred. I will more explain as we move”, replied Queen Persephone.&lt;br /&gt;I ran along with her through the narrow corridor where one wrong step might mean the end of your life tumbling down into the big chasm not to mention soon-to-be human barbeque. It seems that I am the one doing the running as from what I saw, she was simply walking but she walks extremely fast!&lt;br /&gt;“We’re in the entrance of Tartarus and you were…transported here by the Furies under the order from my husband.”&lt;br /&gt;“Why am I being imprisoned? I did nothing wrong and you said that I am not dead. Which mean I wasn’t supposed to be here.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, but my husband did not see to that. As far as he’s concerned, you are the son of Pandora.”&lt;br /&gt;“Pandora? The one who opened a jar which gives emotions to us, the human? How could I be her son? I have a mother and her name is Mystelyne Chap.”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes but…oh no…”&lt;br /&gt;We were turning around the corner to the stair to the upper floor where we were blocked by a three headed dog the size of a monster truck.&lt;br /&gt;“Cerberus… Why are you here?” asked Persephone in a shock.&lt;br /&gt;“PERSEPHONE!!! How dare you try to take this prisoner FROM ME!” shouted a man from nowhere with a voice equivalent to the lightning strikes.&lt;br /&gt;“That is my husband. It’s best you do not meet him. Take this, and when you’re in trouble, give it back to the earth. I will distract Cerberus and you make a run for it.” said Persephone in a distressed voice as she passed me what looked like seeds.&lt;br /&gt;She waved her hand and vines grew out of nowhere leading to the stairs and she continued “Follow the path I have created and do not fear my child. You will be safe, you have my blessings. Now go…”&lt;br /&gt;“What about you? Hades seems to be very angry and how are you going to distract Cerberus?” I asked with worries and fear.&lt;br /&gt;“He will not be angry for long. I’ve been by his side for centuries and I know my husband’s temper. Worry not, child. You must leave.” said Persephone with a warmth smile that I know I will never forget.&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you Lady Persephone” and I ran for the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;The sight of Cerberus is really distracting and I wished to say that I ran towards him without fear and scolded the dog but in reality, I was repeating “Please don’t bite me, please don’t bite me” until I passed the Cerberus. Persephone managed to hold the dogs down by her commands. She was after all, the dog’s master. He whimpered at the sound of Persephone’s lecture but the left head of his which was nearest to me looked at me and growled. I can see that some of his (or her?) teeth were covered with bloods but I’ve decided to move on without inspecting what is inside the mouth any further.&lt;br /&gt;I was glad I was not being pursued and immediately I regretted for having that thought. Blocking my path on the front was what looked like skeleton soldiers who carried swords and guns from all centuries. I tried to find for a place to hide and I was glad that not far on my right was a place which looks like heaven and I immediately recognized the place as fields of Elysium. This is the only place where it is like a paradise for the dead. Only those who are virtuous or heroic during their time as mortal are able to reside here. I snuck into Elysium and found it peaceful and isolated from the outside world. I’ve decided that when I die, this is the place I wanted to be in. I waited for the skeleton guards to pass and continued my escape from the Underworld.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I saw the end of the vine which ended with a blossom of roses the height of a car. On the back of the rose was what looked like a vortex and my instinct tells me that that will bring me home. I ran as fast as I could with the thought that this nightmare is over soon and again, how wrong was I to think of that. I feel that I am being jinxed for having such thoughts. In front of me was a man carrying a boatman’s pole and from what I recalled in Greek Mythology, this man is Charon, the man who carries the dead across River Styx.  It seems to me that he was dispatched by Hades off from his normal duty to stop me from escaping the Underworld.&lt;br /&gt;“Hahahaha…tryin’ to run ‘way aren’t ‘cha kid”, laughed Charon in the most evil way you can imagine. “Sadly, this is where you stop HAHAHAHA!!!”&lt;br /&gt;“Please, Charon. Let me pass. I need to go home. I am not dead yet” I begged.&lt;br /&gt;“Lord Hades had purposely dispatched me from my normal duty to stop you. You must be something eh…hahaha! Now, die and you’ll have no excuse for escaping hahaha!”&lt;br /&gt;Apprently, the pole of his wasn’t as fragile as it looked. He missed me as I sidestepped but on my left, I can see that he made a big pothole with his pole. Without a moment of hesitation, I bend my knees and rammed him with my shoulder. He fell with an ‘oof’ and so do I on top of him. Man, this guy needs a bath! His stink was worse than a skunk’s! I gathered myself up and ran towards the portal. He was behind me now and I was fifty feet away from the portal when all hell breaks lose. Literally! A big hole opened before me and hellhounds climbed out from the hole. I heard the sound of wings flapping from my back and as a confirmation of my worst fear, Furies was flying and coming from the back. They are one of the worst Underworld monsters and I knew an end has come for me. I am cornered and nowhere to run. Furies screeched while hellhounds growled. There were around 20 of those hellhounds.&lt;br /&gt;Charon got back up with an unpleasant look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;“You are finding trouble aren’t ‘cha? Do know that when you die, I will not ferry you across River Styx till I feel like it and I won’t feel like it at all HAHAHAHA”, said Charon.&lt;br /&gt;I was too speechless to do anything and soon I found myself in a desperate corner and the end of me was sooner I realized. Wait! This it isn’t the end. I was still holding the gift from Queen Persephone and she told me to give the seeds back to the earth when I am in danger. I give myself two seconds to confirm whether this is considered as a danger.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes, of course I am in danger! How dumb I am”, concluded myself and dropped the seeds.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for what seems like eternity which in fact are not more than one minute but nothing came. It doesn’t work and I am dead soon!&lt;br /&gt;“GET HIM!” barked Charon.&lt;br /&gt;The hellhounds rushed forward to get a taste on my flesh while the Furies dropped down and whipped me with their whips. I shouted and trashed. The feeling that my flesh was being torn by a pack of hellhound makes me shiver. It was the end of me and I am dead with the pain I could no longer bear. I have decided to give up and closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The sound my polyphonic cell phone’s alarm woke me up. Immediately, I opened my eyes and was delighted to find that this was all just a dream. I am just having a worst nightmare in my life. I was sweating even though my room was air-conditioned. I switched off my cell phone’s alarm and I realized that there was something I was holding on my right hand. I took a look at it and it was a leaf engraved with some words. It was written “I’m glad you made it child” and fear rushes through me. Is that my nightmare or is it real? &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-7537504584786396047?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7537504584786396047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7537504584786396047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7537504584786396047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7537504584786396047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-worst-nightmare.html' title='My Worst Nightmare'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6486910243681694822</id><published>2009-05-27T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:34:06.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toxic Personalities</title><content type='html'>Wow...so long didnt make an entry already. Anyway, as usual, i read Yahoo stuff and saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;8 Toxic Personalities&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Manipulative Mary:&lt;/span&gt; These individuals are experts at manipulation tactics.  Is a matter of fact, you may not even realize you have been manipulated until it is too late.  These individuals figure out what your 'buttons' are, and push them to get what they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why they are toxic:&lt;/span&gt; These people have a way of eating away at your belief system and self-esteem.  They find ways to make you do things that you don't necessarily want to do and before you know it, you lose your sense of identity, your personal priorities and your ability to see the reality of the situation.  The world all of a sudden becomes centered around their needs and their priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2. Narcissistic Nancy:&lt;/span&gt; These people have an extreme sense of self-importance and believe that the world revolves around them.  They are often not as sly as the Manipulative Marys of the world, but instead, tend to be a bit overt about getting their needs met.  You often want to say to them "It isn't always about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why they are toxic: &lt;/span&gt;They are solely focused on their needs, leaving your needs in the dust.  You are left disappointed and unfulfilled.  Further, they zap your energy by getting you to focus so much on them, that you have nothing left for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. Debbie Downers: &lt;/span&gt;These people can't appreciate the positive in life.  If you tell them that it is a beautiful day, they will tell you about the impending dreary forecast.  If you tell them you aced a mid-term, they'll tell you about how difficult the final is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why they are toxic: &lt;/span&gt;They take the joy out of everything.  Your rosy outlook on life continues to get squashed with negativity.  Before you know it, their negativity consumes you and you start looking at things with gray colored glasses yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Judgmental Jims: &lt;/span&gt;When you see things as cute and quirky, they see things as strange and unattractive.  If you find people's unique perspectives refreshing, they find them 'wrong'.  If you like someone's eclectic taste, they find it 'disturbing' or 'bad'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why they are toxic: &lt;/span&gt;Judgmental people are much like Debbie Downers.  In a world where freedom rings, judgment is sooo over.  If the world was a homogeneous place, life would be pretty boring.  Spending a lot of time with these types can inadvertently convert you into a judgmental person as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Dream Killing Keiths:&lt;/span&gt; Every time you have an idea, these people tell you why you can't do it.  As you achieve, they try to pull you down.  As you dream, they are the first to tell you it is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why they are toxic: &lt;/span&gt;These people are stuck in what is instead of what could be.  Further, these individuals eat away at your self-esteem and your belief in yourself.  Progress and change can only occur from doing new things and innovating, dreaming the impossible and reaching for the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Insincere Illissas: &lt;/span&gt;You never quite feel that these people are being sincere.  You tell a funny story, they give you a polite laugh.  You feel depressed and sad and they give you a 'there, there' type response.  You tell them you are excited about something and you get a very ho-hum response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why they are toxic: &lt;/span&gt;People who aren't sincere or genuine build relationships on superficial criteria.  This breeds shallow, meaningless relationships.  When you are really in need of a friend, they won't be there.  When you really need constructive criticism, they would rather tell you that you are great the way you are.  When you need support, they would rather see you fail or make a fool of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Disrespectful Dannys: &lt;/span&gt;These people will say or do things at the most inappropriate times and in the most inappropriate ways.  In essence, they are more subtle, grown up bullies.  Maybe this person is a friend who you confided in and uses your secret against you.  Maybe it is a family member who puts their busy-body nose into your affairs when it is none of their business.  Or maybe, it is a colleague who says demeaning things to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why they are toxic: &lt;/span&gt;These people have no sense of boundaries and don't respect your feelings or, for that matter, your privacy.  These people will cause you to feel frustrated and disrespected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Never Enough Nellies:&lt;/span&gt; You can never give enough to these people to make them happy.  They take you for granted and have unrealistic expectations of you.  They find ways to continually fault you and never take responsibility for anything themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why they are toxic: &lt;/span&gt;You will spend so much time trying to please them, that you will end up losing yourself in the process.  They will require all of your time and energy, leaving you worn out and your own needs sacrificed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these personalities have several things in common.  1) the more these people &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;get away with their behavior&lt;/span&gt;, the more they will &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;continue&lt;/span&gt;.  2) Unfortunately, most of these people &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;don't see that what they do is wrong&lt;/span&gt; and as a result, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;talking to them about it will fall on deaf ears&lt;/span&gt;, leaving you wondering if you are the crazy one.  3) Most of these people &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;get worse with age&lt;/span&gt;, making their impact on you stronger with time.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this sooooooooooooo true about many people that i know around me...for example, number Disrespectful Dannys = father while basically, i can say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Narcissistic Nancy = Narcissistic Beng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father always intrudes my privacy as if there is no boundary between the father-son relationship and sometimes, he's a bit narcissistic too. He's very rude to me and when he need a favor done, all he does is "Eh...do this for me". I am not your slave FYI...true i am your son but i am not those obedient sons who will "Yes, Father" all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 description about those common similarities they possess is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo damn true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/life/8-toxic-personalities-to-avoid-461078/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6486910243681694822?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6486910243681694822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6486910243681694822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6486910243681694822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6486910243681694822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/05/toxic-personalities.html' title='Toxic Personalities'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7401449978134306704</id><published>2009-05-20T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:49:00.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Big Sigh</title><content type='html'>Even though i am complete or rather, i think i am complete but something doesnt feel right. I am missing a piece of puzzle...an important piece but an unobtainable piece. It's lost somewhere which can never be found again or so i think... I always sighed whenever i think about it and currently, it's like....im living somewhere between the earth and hell...sigh... it's so torturing... I just couldnt get my mind off that thing...what thing is that? Well, there's no point talking about it...so, i'll just leave it be...sooo disappointed 2day..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-7401449978134306704?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7401449978134306704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7401449978134306704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7401449978134306704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7401449978134306704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/05/big-sigh.html' title='A Big Sigh'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6436187292335422659</id><published>2009-05-12T11:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T11:43:41.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huhahahaha!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SgjuSl9E-JI/AAAAAAAAAfE/T6x4kCzOQ4Q/s1600-h/Volcanoes-Lava-2.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SgjuSl9E-JI/AAAAAAAAAfE/T6x4kCzOQ4Q/s320/Volcanoes-Lava-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334775761813698706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like Hell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SgjuScB-u5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/9SvXaFDOaLs/s1600-h/a429_snowlyfuneral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SgjuScB-u5I/AAAAAAAAAe8/9SvXaFDOaLs/s320/a429_snowlyfuneral.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334775759149906834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is this picture about? LOL! Touching but funny stuff. This is WoW. Anyway, this is actually an online funeral of a girl who died cause played too much of WoW. Or more accurately, she died cause she played WoW continuously without sleeping. This funeral was for her...really nice....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SgjuSDIjIWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/88IUAmvmSGE/s1600-h/a429_Ravage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SgjuSDIjIWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/88IUAmvmSGE/s320/a429_Ravage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334775752466571618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont know how to put these into words cause it's damn hillarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In 2005, Blizzard introduced a new area to its popular MMORPG, World of Warcraft. The boss of the area was able to cast a spell called Corrupted Blood, which was supposed to infect and cause damage to all the players nearby. Contrary to what Blizzard planned, however, the players remained infected even when they returned to their towns, contaminating pretty much everyone around them. The plague spread through the game servers and thousands of players died. Blizzard managed to create quarantine zones within the game, and shortly afterwards it introduced a 'cure' for the infection. Despite the remedies the event created a lot of buzz in online forums and community websites.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SgjuSMLXVwI/AAAAAAAAAes/EwWpKF68Up4/s1600-h/a429_rapesecondlife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SgjuSMLXVwI/AAAAAAAAAes/EwWpKF68Up4/s320/a429_rapesecondlife.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334775754894300930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about a girl who got raped virtually in SecondWorld. Her character was controlled by using something called "Voodoo Doll". The case was reported and lol! the police actually tried to solve it...  =.=" LOL!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6436187292335422659?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6436187292335422659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6436187292335422659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6436187292335422659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6436187292335422659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/05/huhahahaha.html' title='Huhahahaha!!!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SgjuSl9E-JI/AAAAAAAAAfE/T6x4kCzOQ4Q/s72-c/Volcanoes-Lava-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-8828699002118363752</id><published>2009-05-02T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T11:17:45.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>I wonder when can i make another complete post...dont really feel like blogging now...sigh...prefer to blog at other blogs of mine now lol!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-8828699002118363752?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8828699002118363752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=8828699002118363752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8828699002118363752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8828699002118363752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-5044117796587479747</id><published>2009-04-15T00:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:13:10.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Preview for Percy Jackson: The  Last Olympian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeTAEd2pHEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/gajCtk0UZQI/s1600-h/Percy+Jackson+The+Demigod+Files+(Percy+Jackson+and+the+Olympians).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeTAEd2pHEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/gajCtk0UZQI/s320/Percy+Jackson+The+Demigod+Files+(Percy+Jackson+and+the+Olympians).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324591842424593474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW!! Just got this from Rick Riodan's friendster....i think it's he's cause i registered at his website and viola! I got invited to become his friend in friendter...kinda funny though XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I cant wait for that book!!! I too cannot wait for my Artermis Fowl: Time Paradox T_T Here's Percy Jackson's last book's sneak preview/sneak peak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1)One of Percy's monster enemies from The Lightning Thief reappears, and the battle is on! Can you guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Ever wonder why the Oracle is a mummy in the attic? You'll discover her secret in book five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Typhon stirs in book four. What could he be like in book 5? Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Percy visits his father's undersea kingdom for the first time, but he's in for a shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)You'll meet Luke's mom in book five. Yikes! Maybe you'll understand Luke a little better . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)The Hunters of Artemis are back! And man, is Percy gonna need their help. Last Olympian comes out May 5 for u who r asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Tyson plays an important part in book five, and he's got a new battle cry. Stay tuned to find out what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Grover is back in book five, but where is he? Our favorite satyr seems to have mysteriously disappeared. What can that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Shout out to my friends in Westport, Connecticut. Your town is an important setting in The Last Olympian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Rachel and Annabeth both play important roles in the final battle. Does Percy get together with one of them? Wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Ever wonder why Annabeth uses a knife and not a sword? You'll find out in Last Olympian. Can you guess who gave her that knife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)You will find out Nico's plan to defeat Luke in book five. The question is: Will this plan cost Percy his life? Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I JUST GOOGLED IT ACCIDENTALLY AND I FOUND THIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief THE MOVIE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the direct link of the casts and stuff like that. IT'S GONNA BE RELEASED NEXT YEAR!!! To be exact, 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of February 2010!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! OHHHH MYYYY GOOOOOOOOODDD!!!! YES YES YES YES YES!!! The movie stars are view full cast Logan Lerman ,Brandon T. Jackson, Alexandra Daddario, Pierce Brosnan, Uma Thurman. Sadly, i dont know who're they =.=" WHO CARES! The movie is gonna be out! It's directed by Chris Columbus under 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Century Fox. 5&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of May will be debut release of The Last Olympian. Hope i can buy one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im sure the price of the book is going to SOAR UP HIGH after the debut of the movie...better to buy some now and sell some off later XD HAHAHAHA...NO I WONT SELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artermis Fowl The Movie too is coming up but the date is still unknown and the casts and stuff is still a mytery or such. Maybe Eoin Colfer havent got the contract with the movie makers or such...hope Artermis Fowl will be there soon...Anyway, HARRY POTTER SUCKS!!! PERCY JACKSON AND ARTERMIS FOWL IS 10 000 TIMES BETTER THAN STUPID HARRY POTTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-5044117796587479747?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5044117796587479747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=5044117796587479747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5044117796587479747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5044117796587479747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/04/sneak-preview-for-percy-jackson-last.html' title='Sneak Preview for Percy Jackson: The  Last Olympian'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeTAEd2pHEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/gajCtk0UZQI/s72-c/Percy+Jackson+The+Demigod+Files+(Percy+Jackson+and+the+Olympians).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2497183917046811310</id><published>2009-04-13T00:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T00:58:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asiasoft on Smart Kids Education Fair!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIWLrBeoYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H1lonN8cKbc/s1600-h/xqe351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIWLrBeoYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H1lonN8cKbc/s320/xqe351.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323842099288646018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously??? What's so educational about Maple? Smart Kids Education FAIR!??? Wow seriously big laughs i tell you. I could not resist not making a harsh reply back to asiasoft. This is what i replied in their annoucement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart kids? Seriously???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wow! Playing games makes you smarter...hmm...tell that to the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your friends to Smart Kids Education Fair, okay...&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCE THEM TO THE WORLD OF MAPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not just introduce them to the world of gaming rather than maple instead. =.=" There's not much differences between asiasoft and those p*rnography companies for 'seducing' those who're interested. SUCH AN OUT OF PLACE FAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, like what poeinstict said, BE ASHAMED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those Smart Kids Education Fair is really for education, they should ban asiasoft from setting a gaming stall in the fair. If the game is related to education then its fine, but is there any calculation, language improvement related stuff inside Maple? NOPE...not at all....instead you learn l33t, vulgars, bad atitude, some bad friends and worse of all, TO STEAL MONEY FROM PARENTS AND BUY @CASH!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, there's more negative responses in that thread rather than positive responses. What can i say, Asiasoft really is Phailsoft. That's what most of them like to say or, Maplesoft. Why? Maple is their only biggest source of income while others arent going really well. Let me see, Asiasoft (AS) hosted Cabalsea, Maple, Getamped, GrandChase, Rappelz, DarknessAndLight and Pangya where both DAL and Pangya had closed due to lack of players while GrandChase is going to join those two failures soon which is 14&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of April. It'll officially close down at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabal's player decreased drastically after the bot dissapeared while Getamped's community isnt big so is Rappelz's. Before that, Rappelz actually have lotsa players but had decreased badly. Why is it so? It's because the open beta of Rappelz is over quite some time ago already and there's no Cash Shop. Most players tends to spend a few extra pennies in the game they play but sadly AS didnt see through that i guess. The green bar of the server changes into dark green and eventually dark blue as time passes. Green is when there's lotsa players as light blue will be where the server can be said as, empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, AS fail in everything. RO2 had been 'under development' plan since around October 2007 and what year it is now? 2009 right? Roughly 2 years on the account of years while 1 1/2 year by the count of months. They're slow...even those patchings are slow except Maple's patches. So, should AS really change their company name to Phailsoft??? I think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's something on a thread which those Moderators actually didnt remove and stickied the thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MoneySoft: Used to Defame AsiaSoft for being money-faced&lt;br /&gt;Definition: AsiaSoft caring about money instead of the players.&lt;br /&gt;Example Of usage: "MoneySoft noob lar! Always so money-faced and never fix the lag!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics made by those who wanna criticize AS or Maplesea. Kinda funny to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIcmpBmiHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NZQ0ixKMN_A/s1600-h/motivator88139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIcmpBmiHI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NZQ0ixKMN_A/s320/motivator88139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323849159678527602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIcmUV7knI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nFdFMzpJwOI/s1600-h/MOTIPHAIL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIcmUV7knI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/nFdFMzpJwOI/s320/MOTIPHAIL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323849154126647922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIcmFMuh7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/B6n2MiNQK7E/s1600-h/mapledrug.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIcltnZLWI/AAAAAAAAAc4/UPaucz_-ob8/s320/aaa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323849143730908514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIc4BCTxPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/I-QfE7jNmdA/s1600-h/untitled-38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIc4BCTxPI/AAAAAAAAAeA/I-QfE7jNmdA/s320/untitled-38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323849458181719282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIc3wncRWI/AAAAAAAAAd4/3uxql_rMDcY/s1600-h/similar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIc3o811JI/AAAAAAAAAdo/FAsjepg3sL0/s320/motivator1247732.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323849451716334738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIc3YcfmII/AAAAAAAAAdg/li8MOMNjkCI/s1600-h/motivator1152420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIc3YcfmII/AAAAAAAAAdg/li8MOMNjkCI/s320/motivator1152420.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323849447285692546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to AS, PAWNED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-2497183917046811310?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2497183917046811310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2497183917046811310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2497183917046811310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2497183917046811310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/04/asiasoft-on-smart-kids-education-fair.html' title='Asiasoft on Smart Kids Education Fair!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SeIWLrBeoYI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H1lonN8cKbc/s72-c/xqe351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-3968252980440726538</id><published>2009-04-10T18:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T18:42:32.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Chrome CRASHES!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sd8gvow5avI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OdkQbvd9qi0/s1600-h/chrome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sd8gvow5avI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OdkQbvd9qi0/s320/chrome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323009287343663858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sd8gvn_vxoI/AAAAAAAAAco/srxoLjag0Rg/s1600-h/chrome2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 330px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sd8gvn_vxoI/AAAAAAAAAco/srxoLjag0Rg/s320/chrome2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323009287137511042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! To my delight, Chrome CRASHES!!! Wahaha! I laughed like hell when i saw this...instead of cursing for failure like what i did when Firefox or I.E crashes, i laughed! So damn funny! Why is it funny? It's because all these while, i never thought Chrome could crash! Why? It's because well, i do tab browsing and from my experiences, only one of the tab crashes and not the whole browser crash! So WAHAHAHA! First time ever...luckily i wasnt sleepy that time and took screenshot on it. One of the best moment in computer life. Google FAILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yes! I stopped working and next week is the start of a new sem...good or bad? No idea... Yesterday Father talked to me about that letter i wrote last urm....sunday or something. Well, he thinks he understand what i wrote inside but sadly, many of the things he said isnt what im thinking. What the heck, i dont really wanna explain. So i just leave him and his lectures...i mean as in well, he lectured me for an hour or two yesterday but those stuff doesnt go into my mind. Because lol! He likes to self-praise himself and sigh... i am speechless. At least he got one point right...i dont really respect him. Last time, YES! Now, not really. Why?? After sooo many incidents that happened, i just get bored trying to fix our father-son relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-3968252980440726538?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3968252980440726538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=3968252980440726538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/3968252980440726538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/3968252980440726538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/04/google-chrome-crashes.html' title='Google Chrome CRASHES!!!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sd8gvow5avI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OdkQbvd9qi0/s72-c/chrome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-8983470669239627647</id><published>2009-04-07T12:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:09:47.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdreSizFeaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bbn32Hkn6vw/s1600-h/090404-chandra-nebula-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdreSizFeaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bbn32Hkn6vw/s320/090404-chandra-nebula-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321810319851747746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew....basically i've done all my chores in the office. Finished those origami and paper works...LOL! I've got nothing to do right now. Went downstairs to the urm...production area and disturb Ida and Chris(a maid's name), YES! I do know lotsa people named Chris. Anyway, kinda fun actually. I tried to do what they're doing. That includes urm...taking off existing price tags a.k.a stickers from the returned products, stuffing cottons into that little car pillows, packing and stuff like that. It's fun actually but to make it as an everyday chores, NO THANK YOU! I aint dont want to have any such everyday chores. I will get bored to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna work tomorrow and was wondering, should i come on Thursday? Or should i stay at home and gaming for this rest of weekend? New sem starts next week and it's a short sem and there' OOP! Object Oriented Programming! Zzzzzz Keat Liang showed me some simple code and what can i say is ZZZZZZZZzzzz..... Okay dont wanna blog so much. Sleepy mood now. Oh yeah! The picture above is from NASA's Chandra X-ray Observatory. Cool huh....a 'hand' reaching to grab some red nebula or such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-8983470669239627647?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8983470669239627647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=8983470669239627647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8983470669239627647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8983470669239627647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/04/phew_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdreSizFeaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/bbn32Hkn6vw/s72-c/090404-chandra-nebula-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6303027809068117258</id><published>2009-04-05T09:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:24:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Home</title><content type='html'>Wow...it's been years since i actually came to cyber cafe. Maybe hmm...more than 5 years or so. Haha....eh wait...maybe 3 years or so. XD Forgot already. Why am i here today in such an early morning... Something happened at home. I got fed up with my family so i run out just to have some time for myself. I do not want to have those negative-feeling-aura/environment around me. So i came here to relax myself i guess. I just slept for 2 hours+ or so after chatting with Jun, Honey and a bit of Edward. Sigh...i really got fed up with my family controlling my life. So i've decided to do something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that i'll get scolded badly when i got home but sigh...i dont give a damn. At least for once, i did what i wanted to do without telling my family. It's both a good thing and a bad thing i guess. On the good side, i get to voice out what's inside me. On the bad side, i know that Mother is worried sick. I've got no choice but to do so. I really had to put a stop to this. Like what Vin told me before, to voice out my opinion. Sadly, im more of introverted even towards my own family. I've learned to keep quiet and obey their orders for years and vent frustrations towards my family myself...or more exactly, towards this blog. It's a good thing that i actually blogs. Or else, i wouldnt know where to vent all my frustrations or whom to tell. Of course there are people who're willing to listens but blog is the best. Why? Because they dont reply...they just be my ears. Furthermore, blog helps me to recall my lessons, what i did and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When im older, maybe i can review back my life and judge if what i did that time was right or wrong haha....!! Basically, i've got nothing to do over here right now. I tried to play Cabal private server but my heart wasnt in it. So i quitted, tried ragnarok, registered, get onlined, quit. Didnt even play or hit a monster. Then play my all-time favourite game, Dynasty Warrior. Well, it do cheer me up a bit but im still very moody i guess. I play for one match and i lost. I dont even give a damn when my camp got invaded. I just let the whole game lose. Maybe i play just because i wanted to kill those 'people' to vent my frustration or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure Mother is worried sick and stuff like that but ah..what the heck. I dont really bother no more. Anyway, this CC isnt really good. Why? LOL! Rappelz isnt here...no rappelz! So basically what i do around here is just....N.O.T.H.I.N.G. Take my time to blog i guess... Wanna go to dad's place but i guess i cant. Because he's going over to mom's. Ah what the hell! There's this kpc guy who actually come and look at what i was typing. How rude of him! So KPC. Listening to Time of My Life by David Cook right now...so nice... I wanted to listen to more music in this CC but sadly, i cant. Why? Because this CC uses headset and not speaker, which is a good thing but in the same time, LOL! THE HEADSET IS FREAKING DIRTY! SO SO SO SO SO DUSTY AND DIRTY! So i've to live in the world of silence and listen to my 'neighbour' and his friend talk and cursing all those 'beautiful' and 'magnificent' language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, i too scolded Chris. First time ever i scolded vulgar towards my family. I never ever scolded vulgar towards them and rarely use vulgars towards anyone. I just sort of exploded. Well, what happened actually? Might as well said it here for my future references. What happened was i got 2 days off from work. Cause aunts dont have anything else for me to do, so they think it isnt neccessary for me to work...for now. Aunt Joselyn do wanted me to work but sigh...what i am doing there is just some menial jobs which can be done by the maids. Why bother hiring me to do their job? Wasting money... So the day yesterday and the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, "it's been a long time" (i like this sentence XD), since i sleep late at night. So my thought was "Yay! No work! Can sleep late. Let's play and relax for a day. I deserve it after working at aunts'." Mother do warned me before that i shouldnt sleep so late. She warned me before she sleep, she woke up at 3am++ and she warned me again that if later when she came out and i didnt sleep, she would confiscate the laptop. So fine by me...i know the consequences but i still played. Was playin grand chase and i told that girl, 92 (yeah her IGN), that it's the last round and i got to sleep. While 1/2 way through the round, Mother came out and scolded me and all these kind of things. Chris heard, came out and said nothing and carry Darren boy to her room. (I was suppose to take care of Darren boy as in to sleep with him). Fine, i know im wrong so i just keep quiet and let Mother confiscate my laptop. She do warned me first hand, it's just that i refuse to listen. So, fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day...skip all unimportant thing. I do realize i am giving full detail. Who cares, nobody read it except me myself. Anyway, at night, as usual, Chris, Cat and Tat Ko went out to eat and stuff like that. I wanted to follow but was playing Grand Chase half way and i know they cant wait. So i just tell them to go by theirselves and tapau for me. The time was 2100++ or maybe earlier than that, so of course i've got many time to kill so do this and that, eat some chicken while waitin for them to come home etc etc. Then while i was playin rappelzsea's ursa dungeon, Tat Ko called, as usual, he forgot his HP and wanted me to take it down for him. I said no because i was playin rappelz and i cannot quit. He said nvm and wanted to take it himself but then Chris took over the phone and scolded me and warned me to carry the phone down and to take my food. I keep saying no cause i was playing rappelz. To them, game is nothing, but to me, game is a part of my life. Games always was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused, mom came up, scolded me a bit then went down to get the food for me and stuff like that. When Chris came up, she scolded me badly and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHUT DOWN MY GAME WHILE I AM PLAYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Before that, i tried to push her hand away from shutting down my game but, she pressed that "Power" button on the laptop. So it shuts down. I HAD A MEETING WITH SHURELIA IN GAME! I PROMISED HER THAT I WILL TALK TO HER LATER! I BROKE A PROMISE NOW!!! To most of you, it's no big deal since it's just in game friend, but to me, a promise &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; a promise. She herself told me before that she hated it when she's half way through the game and people shut it down or stuff like that. But she did that to me! WTF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouted at her for a while and try to make my point but sigh...i dont really care anymore that time so i just went back to sleep. More to like lie on bed... Anyway, i guess she know she was wrong and tried to make up for me. She tried to talk to me in quite a polite way by telling me, "Tomorrow onwards you close the game at 11pm, you want or not?" I just ignored her... If you're doing something 1/2 way and i disrupt it, you like? Her reason for shutting down the game was cause "I shut down your game is because of what you did yesterday. If you didnt play till so late at night, i wouldnt've shutted down your game etc etc". WTH!!! Then what bout taking those stuff from her? HELLO!!??? We're stayin at 20th floor and for me to get down there and come back usually takes me min, 5minutes or so y'know? I NEVER EVER SAID NO when they asked to take stuff for them! Everytime "William, can you please bring this and that down for us?", i'll always say ok or just whine like "Haihz...ok la ok la". Then get down... NEVER SAID NO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time ever and IS IT OVER!? IF IT IS OVER THEN WHAT BOUT WHEN YOU TALK ON PHONE FOR HOURS?  The only differences between my gaming and your chatting is i am staring at a 24inch monitor while you're holding up a cellphone. Furthermore, i use my hand to socialize while you uses your mouth to socialize. Other than that, i cannot find much differences. We're socializing, we're having our own fun, we're wasting money (mine electricity while yours is phone bill and cellphone battery). Oh! Another difference is i am POOR and you're RICH. You can pay that expensive phone bill of yours while i cant! What i can do is MSN and chat with friends through game. I am fine with that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what? Money is not important to me... True money can do wonders but when it comes to true feelings (cept greed), money cant do much. Money can buy you friends, but can you guarantee that money can buy you true friend(s)? NO! I switched off my phone just now, i on it back and Cat sent a message. Mother's crying...i've expected this but i've got no choice. I really wanted to be heard and put a stop to all these. I am 19 and i do not want to be controlled to badly anymore. I dare to say i am a much better person now but of course my old habit still lingers around...but not that severe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6303027809068117258?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6303027809068117258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6303027809068117258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6303027809068117258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6303027809068117258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-of-home.html' title='Out of Home'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-8066003580372299971</id><published>2009-04-02T14:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:37:05.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conficker</title><content type='html'>Im sure many of u heard about the latest hardcore virus, Conficker right? Well, i just got these infos from Shurn Heng and oh damn! He's a hacker cum programmer himself and he himself admit that his virus is just very tiny and will be rendered useless compared to Conficker. Damn! This is how powerful Conficker is...btw, the follow quote is from Shurn Heng's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have never seen such a virus as advance as Conficker. It is the combination of the best features of all the viruses in the wild. This is one heck of a virus maker. Let me list of some of its features:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It uses 4096 bit RSA Encryption. 1024 bit RSA Encryption already very very hard to break. The virus makers actually went one step ahead! It is already reported by a lot of anti-virus vendors that strong encryption is usually missing in malwares or at least incorrectly implemented, making the virus completely useless eventually.&lt;br /&gt;It also borrow high quality codes from OpenSSL. OpenSSL is an open source project and very well tested. Very smart of the author, since most virus fail because of their author writing their own codes that is not widely tested.&lt;br /&gt;The author also uses it's own psuedo-random number generator. Looks like this guy has a lot of coding experience.&lt;br /&gt;The design concept of the virus is resistant to reverse engineering. Such resistance requires an up-to-date state-of-the-art knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;The virus can detect whether the machine is physical or virtual.&lt;br /&gt;The virus is double packed binaries. Compressed and encrypted.&lt;br /&gt;Has thread injection capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;Memory image of the virus does not contain a valid PE header and does not import table that hampers dumping.&lt;br /&gt;Spreads through internet and external devices like thumbdrives. If the system it is trying to infect is password protected, it will initiate brute force attack. This significantly increase network traffic.&lt;br /&gt;Contacts over 50 000 websites across 110 top-level domains, to download its own virus updates.&lt;br /&gt;Is able to named pipe to tell other infected computers in the network that a particular website has a valid virus update.&lt;br /&gt;Is able to create ad-hoc peer-to-peer network to give and receive virus update to and from a lot of internet audience. Infecting better and more than the number of audience in named pipe infection and even possibly website updates. This part of the code is heavily obfuscated so even the white-hat community has a hard time figuring out how this works. But they have observed large-scale UDP scanning to build up a peer list of other infected computers. They also observe a lot of TCP connections for subsequent transfers of virus updates. Port numbers are also hashed from IP addresses of each peer.&lt;br /&gt;Blocks all major anti-virus websites, security related websites and Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;Blocks Windows updates, Background Intelligent Transfer Service (BITS), Windows Defender and Error Reporting Services.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that yesterday is April Fool =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-8066003580372299971?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8066003580372299971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=8066003580372299971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8066003580372299971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8066003580372299971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/04/conficker.html' title='Conficker'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6587095311318058450</id><published>2009-04-01T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:19:30.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phew!!!</title><content type='html'>Woow....so long didn't post an entry already. Always either i am tired or it's because im lazy or because I'm just too busy haha... Anyway, darn! I know im losing images from Oddee. Should've uploaded it myself instead of using it's link but lol lazy XD My previous posts gonna be like....broken images for sure but lazy wanna modify d...so just let it be lol! Kinda tired nowadays. Oh sweat! Well, when i went to aunt's office. I thought i was gonna be clerk or something right? NO!!! I am like =.=" do everything in the office. Clerk cum personal assistant cum technician lol!!! Basically, i do origami in the office. When i said origami, i do mean ORIGAMI but not to fold them into paper arts but lol! Just fold them to fit into envelopes and in the same time, I've to do some invoice-statement thingy which is kinda blur for me. Oh yeah but at least the fun part is i get to play with Photoshop ^.^ Hehe....photoshopped photos for my uncles to make his products look nicer and such. In the same time, haha...recall my skills. I really forgot everything lol! Even rendering! OMFG! Such an easy stuff also i can forgot =.=" But at least i managed to experiment it around and work it out! YAY!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, i forgot the easy way Liang taught me. LOL! He taught me quite a number of times but till now =.=" I still forgot. Anyway, thick face me photoshopped myself into Chris+ Michael's pic. It's kinda lame though with my current noobie photoshop skill. Haha! Kinda funny for me though to surprise Chris... She asked "EH!? How come you're there? When did you went there?". And i gave her sarcastic answer that she lost her mind and managed to convinced her that i was there with them when they went to Penang Hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdLWTNFaCsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/TUv4dZqqYjs/s320/P2011444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549735296174786" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before (Original)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdLWTWlZ0tI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QkelnlVltSA/s320/P2011444+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549737846297298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After (Photoshopped, obvious duh. I dont know how to make the color of my skin become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;warmer in color =.=" Tried color and contrast but doesnt seem to work)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdLWSpY9jmI/AAAAAAAAAbE/ZOPQPJwNjeA/s320/P2011449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549725714517602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tat Ko took this pic. LOL! Big ice-cream eater =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! All my time in the office, isnt so bad at all. Why? Because HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Since i work for my aunt and uncle, i actually loiter, play and fool around while working. I even take a nap during working hours =.=" Mother said that lol! It's more i like went there for working-vacation rather than really working. Every lunch break of mine was full of feast. Either Aunt Jenny brings me to restaurant to eat expensive stuff or Aunt Joselyn fetch me to buy some tasty food, best of all, LOL!!! They treat me XD Chris said, "WHOA! The ones that asks you to work have to bear your cost of living too while you yourself get salary and dont need to pay for any single thing". It's true haha! My breakfast was sponsored by Father where he fetches me to work while my lunch is sponsored by my aunts and dinner was sponsored by Mother. XD HAHAHAHA!!! Kinda fun actually but in the same time, i HATE PAPER WORK! So, i've to suffer to do paper work. Aunt Joselyn know my style i guess cause LOL! It takes me 1/2 a day to complete a simple paper work task like sorting documents while an hour or two to finish computer-related task like keying in details of products and such.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO SAD!!! GrandChaseSea gonna close soon!!! Migrated to HKGC upon the request of Jun...kinda fun actually but lol! It's Chinese words and i dont understand a single thing =.=" So complicated and lol! What i can do is memorize the characters and roughly guess what this and that are for XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdLWTqkh5pI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tcNLfFqvC0U/s1600-h/P1261007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdLWTqkh5pI/AAAAAAAAAbk/tcNLfFqvC0U/s320/P1261007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549743211341458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kek Lok Si Temple during CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdLWTo6cqsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/d5eZcGfXDM0/s1600-h/P2011434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdLWTo6cqsI/AAAAAAAAAbc/d5eZcGfXDM0/s320/P2011434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319549742766402242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ARGH!!! MY DARREN BOY! SO CUTE! Squatting down and smile...he looks so tiny in that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's soooo naughty nowadays. Throw tantrum and humph here and there lol! Always, "Humph, i dont wanna friend you". LOL! I learn that from him XD Used it on my friends... I like to piss him off though where he'll scream and scream and MWAHAHAHAHAHA! The evil me will scold him and if he throw stuff or kick me, LOL! CANE CANE!!! *PIAK PIAK!!!* MWAHAHAHAHA! Well, not really XD I am rational enough to know when to whack him and when not to. It's my fault cause i pissed him off so haha...aint no gonna whack him..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6587095311318058450?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6587095311318058450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6587095311318058450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6587095311318058450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6587095311318058450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/04/phew.html' title='Phew!!!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SdLWTNFaCsI/AAAAAAAAAbM/TUv4dZqqYjs/s72-c/P2011444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6788301857010150030</id><published>2009-03-18T12:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:33:11.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a370_spiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 404px;" src="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a370_spiral.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Grand Spiral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WTH! I just came back from Matt's house for an unintended sleepover together with Uncle Edward and guess what? Mother just told me that Aunt Jenny's company or rather, Uncle Eric's SKL requires my help. In what way that is? Well, since i am on hols, they asked me to work as a temporary worker until they found a clerk. Lol! Recession? Aint not happenin around Penang to me. She had that classified Ads on 'clerk for hire' for like....two months+ now and lol! Nobody even bother to come in for an interview =.=" The pay isnt that bad either. RM1.3k or so with HIGH year end bonus. When i say high! I am saying about 3 months salary bonus + a BIG ang pow on Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a370_sombrero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a370_sombrero.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Sombrero Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that, my aunt+uncle's workers are very loyal or rather, they like the pay VERY MUCH. Till the stage where once they started working, they'll NOT resign or so. Why do i say so? Well, ME myself and of course our whole family watch my Uncle's company grow. From a small company with 3 workers or so grew to a company with more than like 20 workers or so and still hiring from time to time. Furthermore, my Uncle's company is just a branch. He handles everything in Penang. Of course he too run around Malaysia every month and to China every June/July of the year to check the factory production stuff. Hate to say it but he is really capable. He used to live in a wooden rotten house with very little money. After his parents' death, his parents' wealth was being &lt;s&gt;taken&lt;/s&gt; shared among the siblings, EXCEPT my uncle. He's fine with that too... Well, seeing he's success now is like WHOA!!! Own a few houses in Penang with a bungalow which i like to go ^^ and also some in KL. Discreet of course where nobody knows LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okok talked too much bout him =.=" Anyway, OMG! I dont really wanna go work there. Im kinda fraid of Uncle Eric. Cause his mood change from time to time and WHOA! I've been scolded for nothing once by him. I complained to my mom which of course mother scolded him LOL! A good thing is that Uncle Eric listens to mother. Well, she's a respectable woman in the family so, of course. Any problems within the family = find mother. Always like that... Even though mother is like 40 going 50 and my aunt is like all married, LOL! SOOO FUNNY! They complain/whine everything to mother as if mother is their sister or their own MOTHER lol! Well, she is indeed their sister-in-law though. Hehe...i love mother so much... :) But argh! I dont want to work there!!! If im gonna work, im gonna wake up just like the time i went for morning classes in in college. T_T Clerk, how boring could that be??? Keep typing, typing and more typing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh anyway, well, a family member or rather a family member's company needs my help. I couldnt resist not help. It's just my style to help around the family i guess. Plus, there'll be a salary and in the same time, im gonna sit in aircond room whole day instead of working in dust. Hhhhmmm...maybe sneak around and MSN too if possible XD Hehe...not sure whether can or not though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a370_Whirlpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 512px;" src="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a370_Whirlpool.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Whirlpool Galaxy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6788301857010150030?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6788301857010150030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6788301857010150030&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6788301857010150030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6788301857010150030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/03/work.html' title='Work!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6870965109566238869</id><published>2009-03-13T13:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T13:35:56.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devastating</title><content type='html'>Ah! So many things happened in the past few days. Dont know where to start and describe and feel so tired nowadays. Anyway, let me see, well, there's the part where i got stomach upset, then what happened two days ago??? OMG! Short term memory loss again!!! Sigh...next time i should write short notes on notepad so that i know what i wanted to write next time lol! Anyway, yesterday, OMFG!!! GOT A DEVASTATING NEWS! GRAND CHASE GONNA CLOSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big riot in the park. Everybody was foul mouthing Asiasoft. Lol! I didnt participate though cause i was busy making a preparation of backup plan after GrandChaseSea closes down with my other fellow gcers. We've decided to create a new forum of our own cause many of us still misses the community and we've grown to know each other within the community. I must say, i've had much fun in that forum and lol! We sorta know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mass adds in my MSN yesterday cause of that. Met people whom i pvped but dont know how they looked like. The one clique the most with me was Alex. Clique not because we clique as in soulmates but cliqued as in personality. Was so shocked yesterday that lol! Out of so many fonts in MSN, he uses the same as mine... We've made good arguments in the forum and usually we 'ditto' each other. We've same point of view and stuff. Well, sadly, he suffers from mild Schizophrenia. Lil bro, i know you're gonna read this...DONT SPREAD IT OUT TO OTHER GCERS OR IM SO KILLING YOU!!! I MEAN IT!! He's a really good guy and very knowledgeable in computers too. I might say lol! A clone of Mr. Liang but well, he's still young so he cant beat Prof. Liang. Give him a few years and he'll reach your stage lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aged 16 or so and already master HTML, CSS, minor ASM (i dont even know lol!) and in the same thing, he's also good in graphic designing. Sadly, he pressures himself too much. Stresses himself for nothing. We were having discussion and lol! Basically he sucked up all the jobs. He wanted to create the forum himself and moderate the whole forum himself. Thank goodness i asked him how everything goes yesterday and i forced him to let me take over. The reason is cause lol! He did those stuff in old school way... =.=" He codes those forum stuff himself despite there's already made stuff available. He codes everything from scratch and i was like WTH!!! So sweat! He was reluctant to let him help him but i keep telling him "Divide and Conquer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted this community back badly so do I. Of course i must help. I aint not gonna sit idly and just join the forum for nothing. Aint gonna happen. I'll do my part and not just leech. I really pity him...he actually isolated himself when he was young. That's what he told me... He actually do not mix with friend and only talk to himself (Schizophrenia). He has 6 split personalities where he'll actually talks to himself in such way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Wait a sec, maybe there's more to it-" "No, you're being ridiculous." "No I'm not" "Well, yeah, you are being stupid." "Hey dammit!" "Ugh... Will you all just shut up?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked when he tells me that but i do understand how he feels. It's cause he isolated himself when he was young and he do realize he has this mental problem but sigh...he refuse to find a psychiatrist. Hope he can control his mental problem though. Thank goodness Prof. Liang isnt in that stage. Stress yourself more, Liang, and you'll be so. Go Kedah this sem break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i dono if he's reading but ah! I usually talk this way, so, why bother lol! In the same time, lol! I dont know im so famous in GC =.=" So many people know me but i dont know much bout them... So sweat =.=" There's one who came up to me ytd in the convo and i asked him "Do you know me???", and he said "Yeah! I know you". But i told him, "But i dont know you, how could you know me". Lol! He said through forum and GC. So sweat! Ah! Anyway, let's reform this community of ours into G-Audia, shall we???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures of GC Riot which happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/1968/grandchase2009031218314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img22.imageshack.us/img22/1968/grandchase2009031218314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/8486/grandchase2009031218123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/8486/grandchase2009031218123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/2696/grandchase2009031218125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img27.imageshack.us/img27/2696/grandchase2009031218125.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/3379/grandchase2009031218112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/3379/grandchase2009031218112.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/4585/grandchase2009031218100u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://img14.imageshack.us/img14/4585/grandchase2009031218100u.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jyu San for the pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6870965109566238869?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6870965109566238869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6870965109566238869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6870965109566238869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6870965109566238869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/03/devastating.html' title='Devastating'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2280202458636575819</id><published>2009-03-07T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:55:08.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immature: Anger Management; A typical guy/girl.</title><content type='html'>Hmm....im just wondering, how many people are there who's so ignorant about the things happening around them?? Many i think...who're they, TYPICAL GUYS AND GIRLS!!! They always think they're so mature and call others immature by their attitudes and stuff. Sadly, nobody in this world is mature all the time and everybody has their immature times including me. There's nobody in the world to judge what's mature and what's immature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's according to one's opinion but not one's to judge. Criticizing others, making a fool out of others or creating false idiotic joke/rumours of another is not immature i guess. It's so gay to make such a fun about it....why??? Sadly, many girls (not all) are born to create false rumours or idiotic jokes or making a fool of another but for a guy to do so??? Wow....that's so girlish and GAY! Another Deepak wannabe to create such false alarm stories??? Sadly, these typical guys and girls are short sighted for they do not see the far outcome of what might causes false rumour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take an incident for example, there's this guy urm...what name??? Urm... Arion (well just thought of that), he's a very patient guy who usually thinks "Ignorance is bliss", he's also a very intelligent boy and very popular in the school. There were a bunch of friends of his, who started funny joke about him being infected with AIDs. This bunch of friends of his thinks that it's just another random joke.... NO HARM JOKES so they started running around and telling people "Arion has AIDs!!! He got it from STD because he f*cked a girl and hahaha! He's dumb, the girl was infected with AIDs and he dont even know!!! Sigh, what a pity though cause he's gonna be dead soon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! It's a joke! Sadly, this bunch of friends of his DID NOT TELL ANYBODY THAT IT'S A JOKE!! As a result, many of them believes this bunch of friends of his and the rumours started to spread like a major disease. Soon, everyone in the school knows about him even the teachers. Sadly, Arion takes no action about telling people that it's just some STUPID rumours made up by this bunch of friends of his and everybody takes it seriously. People started coming up to Arion, comfort him why he made this and telling him stuff like "Tomorrow will be a brighter day etc etc". Sadly, in his back, people started to get distant cause the fear of getting infected with AIDs. Soon, one of the teacher took his courage to ask Arion if it's true but sadly Arion just smiled. Everything started to get worse after that, friends started to get distant and gossip behind him, teachers had bad impression upon him (for having random sex) but some take pity upon him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it was quite late when Arion had decided to take action. He decided to put a halt to all these nonsense by telling this bunch of friends of his that's they're over. Sadly, they shoved him off by saying it's immature thoughts and he shouldnt care what people thinks. THAT'S THE TYPICAL THOUGHTS OF THEIRS!!! Shouldn't care what people think eh??? Put his friends in that position where they will go through what Arion had gone through. Do you think they will still say so??? Will they not bothered that their friends look at them in a much different way??? Would they prefer to live in such a world where they had to put a MASK on and smile at every single person whom they do not feel like smiling to??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU FEEL IF SOMEBODY STARTED A FALSE RUMOUR ON YOU WHICH CAUSES THE EFFECT WHEREBY BAD STUFF STARTS TO HAPPEN??? HOW!!?? Think about that...and YES! I AM INDEED POINTING MY FINGER AT YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to give any names because i do not want to get things personal. Do know that i am quite defensive towards my friends ESPECIALLY BEST FRIEND!!! So, if you think what i said is immature, give me logical reasonings on why i am immature. He don't have the heart to shoot you guys BUT I DO!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, do know that this is a problem between you and me because it is me who decided to finish this off!!! Everybody needs a shoulder to lay on and I as his best friend has the rights to comfort him and stand up for him. If you think this is too gay, then you're WRONG! YOU WILL NEVER GET GOOD FRIENDSHIPS OR RATHER, LONG LASTING TRUE FRIENDSHIP IF YOU THINK SO! He IS my friend and WILL always be my friend no matter we hate each other or argued with each other. WE LEARN FROM OUR MISTAKES!!! UNLIKE YOU!!! It's not your first time your foully mouth gets people into trouble but YOU JUST DONT LEARN!!! LIKE A TYPICAL GUY AND GIRL!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, YOU'RE A GUY AND YOU CREATE STUPID RUMOURS, THAT'S THE GAYEST THING A GUY CAN DO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-2280202458636575819?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2280202458636575819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2280202458636575819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2280202458636575819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2280202458636575819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/03/immature-anger-management-typical.html' title='Immature: Anger Management; A typical guy/girl.'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-1971166953515415713</id><published>2009-03-06T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:05:48.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooks</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 0500++ this morning and was like ugh....cant sleep so played/hacked Grand Chase then fetch Cat to work. Got nothing to do and an idea just sparks and OH!!! Hmm...let's cook! Well, thought about the available ingredient at home and hmm...decided to buy some bread to cook the usual, eggs menu. One of my favourite food, eggs that is. I am surprised by how fast i can actually cook!! Well, not really fast but compared to my old speed... I AM VERY FAST!!! I still remember, it takes me bout 3 hours+ to cook a single dish lol! But this time, i just take ONE HOUR to complete my cooking!!! WOOHOO!!! Well, i am still slow XD Hehe...anyway, here's my dish wehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SbCfxMDyblI/AAAAAAAAAas/RTDIqXxBZDA/s1600-h/DSC05000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SbCfxMDyblI/AAAAAAAAAas/RTDIqXxBZDA/s320/DSC05000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309919628069334610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom took this photo for me =.=" We were fooling around haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SbCfwvl4-vI/AAAAAAAAAak/ySQdftrzskY/s1600-h/DSC04999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SbCfwvl4-vI/AAAAAAAAAak/ySQdftrzskY/s320/DSC04999.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309919620427741938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egg-bread + my dish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SbCfwFQmuJI/AAAAAAAAAac/YDKbsKDhg9Q/s1600-h/DSC04994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SbCfwFQmuJI/AAAAAAAAAac/YDKbsKDhg9Q/s320/DSC04994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309919609064175762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ingredient: Eggs, hot dogs, grape seed oil, pure soy sauce,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pepper, mayonaise, chili and SEAWEED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sadly, i dont have a name for my dish. I dont name my dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SbCfvyIyKII/AAAAAAAAAaU/wwJ72Vt2YsM/s1600-h/DSC04995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SbCfvyIyKII/AAAAAAAAAaU/wwJ72Vt2YsM/s320/DSC04995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309919603931097218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usual toasted bread+eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-1971166953515415713?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1971166953515415713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=1971166953515415713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1971166953515415713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1971166953515415713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/03/cooks.html' title='Cooks'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SbCfxMDyblI/AAAAAAAAAas/RTDIqXxBZDA/s72-c/DSC05000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-5146249135713845206</id><published>2009-03-04T09:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T10:37:32.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semester Break</title><content type='html'>I just realize that i talk lotsa nonsense when i am super high... Went to Red Box with friends yesterday and WHOA!!! I was sleepy but in the same time, i got so high from singing and fooling around. IT'S NOT A GOOD EQUATION TO HAVE BOTH 'SLEEP' AND 'HIGH' IN THE SAME SENTENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Cronos's equation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy = talk nonsense&lt;br /&gt;high = fooling around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleepy + high = talk lotsa nonsense and fool around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crapped lotsa stuff yesterday which i just realized after i went back home, had a good sleep and review what i did at Red Box. First of all, it is like...one of the few times which i actually used the word 'pondan' on others. Usually i skip this word cause it's very insulting and WHOA!!! I used this word yesterday and sigh was thinking, how bad i am to say that. So guilty. Then, i behaved so badly yesterday where i sorta fool around with dad when we sang "Touch My Body". I touched his body lol!!! Never ever happened before as lol!!! Im kinda allergic to people who touches me...(do not apply to everybody, there's always exceptions :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i had a good time. It's been a long long time since i went to Red Box. Usually when i go there i just sat and listen to them sing but hehe not this time... :D Semester break had just started, i wasnt able to go Melaka and now i've got no plan anymore. Don't know what to do during semester break...sigh, what a waste of time. Would like to work but, i dont wanna work in Starbucks or stuff like that. Where to find other better places to work???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a357_zebrafish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 285px;" src="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a357_zebrafish.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What is this? Do you know that this fish is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CREATED&lt;/span&gt; by scientists??? WHOA COOOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This see-through zebrafish was created in 2008 by scientists so they can study disease processes, including the spread of cancer. The transparent fish are allowing researchers at Children's Hospital Boston to directly view fish's internal organs and observe processes such as tumor growth in real-time in living organisms &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oddee.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Oddee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a361_edgar2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 675px;" src="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a361_edgar2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You dare to walk through this place??? It's actually 3D painting on the floor but lol! I for one will never walk through that place even though i know it's fake. Kinda scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a361_edgar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 473px;" src="http://208.106.228.199/_media/imgs/articles/a361_edgar1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont even dare to drive through this road... =.=" Well, maybe i dare...maybe not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-5146249135713845206?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5146249135713845206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=5146249135713845206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5146249135713845206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5146249135713845206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/03/semester-break.html' title='Semester Break'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-8760267921821321021</id><published>2009-03-02T03:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:12:20.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sarot5dAhuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NbM3hDWeb9w/s1600-h/DSC04552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sarot5dAhuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NbM3hDWeb9w/s320/DSC04552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308310986023798498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely brother, DARREN BOY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sarotz--hkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JE_7h-lFGSA/s1600-h/DSC04643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sarotz--hkI/AAAAAAAAAZs/JE_7h-lFGSA/s320/DSC04643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308310984555660866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Act Cool.... =.=" Likes to take photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, like i'd said before this is my last year to be teen and i wanted to do lotsa stuff most teens does. Well, let me see what i've did so far...i've fooled around, make pranks, be rebellious, drive crazily, ride on a stunt bike (as a passenger), woo-ed somebody and some notty notty stuff as well. Sadly, what i wanted most cannot be granted and that's independent. I've made a plan for myself to go to work somewhere not in Penang this coming semester break. In the beginning, it's KL where i'll be working with Henry as urm....a sales guy or something for MIFF (Malaysia International Furniture Fair). Yeah, furniture...sadly, i need to go KL today if i were to be working with him but, i've got exam tomorrow....so, sigh...canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, second plan, planned to go Melaka to work in Grand Continental Hotel as a Sales Coordinator or something where YAY! I'll me sorta be an event planner....i like this job. So, i plan everything myself properly including accommodation and stuff like that. I'll be staying at Chris's(not my sister) if i were to go there and work but sadly, this plan was strongly disapproved by Mother, Chris(my sister) and basically everyone else including some other friends. Had a looong chat with Chris(my sister) yesterday where i was persuading her badly or rather, try to convince her or debate on why i wanted to go Melaka. She hit me one question which i didnt realize at all. She told me "You wanted to go there because you planned properly and you really wanted to go there. Not because you wanted to be independent". On that moment, i asked myself... "Is it true?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah...maybe but i do really wanted to be independent. The funny thing is, Chris sorta played with my mind and tell me "Since you wanna go Melaka so badly, why not i let you go Ipoh? Ipoh better, nearer etc etc". Then i told her "Yeah, then let me go Ipoh!!". The reason i know she was messing my mind and wanted to try me whether i am really interested to go Melaka for the right reason as in to be independent or some other reasons. Sadly, she was wrong...She got sorta surprised when i told her that and she started to say "Just rent a room in Penang, dont go Ipoh etc etc".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when i know she's just testing me. Luckily, im not lying for wanting to be independent so MWAHAHAHAHA!!! Throw me all your trivial questions or whatever that is called... Sigh...how am i gonna spend my time for my semester break now. Nothing much to do and i dont wanna work in Starbuck or anything like that. I really wanted to learn business-related stuff. I actually have a plan or rather, a rough sketch of plan for my future. That is to integrate my mere IT skills with business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.T + Business = FUTURE TECH!!! (JUST PLAIN CRAPPING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why am i so interested in business but im sure of one thing, I WILL NEVER TAKE A BUSINESS-RELATED COURSE! IT'S TOO BORING!!! That's one of the reason Lew's class makes me drowsy. Business this, business that... Sigh... CRAP CRAP CRAP!!! Well, not really, what he said is knowledge too but sadly, im just not interested. I prefer programming (although it's hard) and stuff about computer. Oh yeah! Definitely not NETWORK. Network drives me crazy...i dont understand much...don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SarouXLcwhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UA3U9xGzY9w/s1600-h/DSC04541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SarouXLcwhI/AAAAAAAAAaE/UA3U9xGzY9w/s320/DSC04541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308310994003214866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my lovely sister, SHU VERN!!! The back one is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;annoying Ryan. I just dislike him cause he's very mischevious+ADHD+stubborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I dont think i'll ever dislike Shu Vern. The second baby i ever &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cradle in my hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sarot1EWH-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jvT6Hnda0Zw/s1600-h/DSC04905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sarot1EWH-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/jvT6Hnda0Zw/s320/DSC04905.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308310984846614498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute + &lt;s&gt;not so&lt;/s&gt; Cute + VERY Cute = NICE CUTE PICTURE!!!&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/34670558-8760267921821321021?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8760267921821321021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=8760267921821321021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8760267921821321021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8760267921821321021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/03/independent.html' title='Independent'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/Sarot5dAhuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/NbM3hDWeb9w/s72-c/DSC04552.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2554440467070714142</id><published>2009-02-28T17:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T04:11:12.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pest</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;LOOK UP YOUR BIRTHDAY AND SEE WHAT KIND OF A PEST U ARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;01 - 09 ~ Ass&lt;br /&gt;10 - 24 ~ Slug&lt;br /&gt;25 - 31 ~ Cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February&lt;br /&gt;01 - 05 ~ Parasite&lt;br /&gt;06 - 14 ~ Bullfrog&lt;br /&gt;15 - 21 ~ Skunk&lt;br /&gt;22 - 28 ~ Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March&lt;br /&gt;01 - 12 ~ Ape&lt;br /&gt;13 - 15 ~ Cockroach&lt;br /&gt;16 - 23 ~ Slug&lt;br /&gt;24 - 31 ~ Parasite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;br /&gt;01 - 03 ~ Ass&lt;br /&gt;04 - 14 ~ Snake&lt;br /&gt;15 - 26 ~ Slug&lt;br /&gt;27 - 30 ~ Skunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;br /&gt;01 - 13 ~ Slug&lt;br /&gt;14 - 21 ~ Bullfrog&lt;br /&gt;22 - 31 ~ Cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June&lt;br /&gt;01 - 03 ~ Slug&lt;br /&gt;04 - 14 ~ Skunk&lt;br /&gt;15 - 20 ~ Ass&lt;br /&gt;21 - 24 ~ Ape&lt;br /&gt;25 - 30 ~ Parasite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July&lt;br /&gt;01 - 09 ~ Slug&lt;br /&gt;10 - 15 ~ Ass&lt;br /&gt;16 - 26 ~ Bullfrog&lt;br /&gt;27 - 31 ~ Parasite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August&lt;br /&gt;01 - 15 ~ Ape&lt;br /&gt;16 - 25 ~ Slug&lt;br /&gt;26 - 31 ~ Skunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;01 - 14 ~ Bullfrog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (afraid u mite miss it...nah nah nah...Dad's Bday)&lt;br /&gt;15 - 27 ~ Parasite&lt;br /&gt;28 - 30 ~ Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October&lt;br /&gt;01 - 15 ~ Ape&lt;br /&gt;16 - 27 ~ Skunk&lt;br /&gt;28 - 31 ~ Snake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;01 - 16 ~ Cockroach&lt;br /&gt;17 - 30 ~ Parasite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;01 - 16 ~ Ass&lt;br /&gt;17 - 25 ~ Ape&lt;br /&gt;26 - 31 ~ Bullfrog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ass (Donkey)&lt;/span&gt;: A very loyal and sweet person. Your loyalty can never be doubted. You are quite honest and sincere when it comes to your attitude towards working. You are a very simple person, indeed. Absolutely hassle free, humble and down-to-earth!! That explains the reason why your friends cling on to you! You have a good taste for clothes. If your wardrobe is not updated with what is trendy, you sure are depressed. Popular and easy-going. You have a little group of dignified friends, all of them being quality-personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Slug&lt;/span&gt;: Always up to some sort of a mischief! The mischievous gleam in your eyes is what makes you so cute and attractive to everyone. You are an extremely fun-to-be-with kind of person. No wonder people seek for your company and look forward to include you for all get-together ' s. However, you are sensitive which is a drawback. People need to select their words while talking to you. If someone tries to fiddle around and play with words while dealing with you, it is enough to invite your wrath.&lt;br /&gt;God bless the person then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; Cockroach&lt;/span&gt;: Quite contradictory to your name, you are a peace loving person. You best try to avoid a situation wherein you are required to fight. An outdoor person, you dislike sitting at one place for a long duration. You are a born leader, and have it in you how to tactfully derive work from people. You love being loved, and when you receive your share of limelight from someone, you are all theirs!!!! Well, well... hence some people could even take an advantage, flatter you to the maximum and get their work done. So be careful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Parasite&lt;/span&gt;: An extremely lovable, adorable person, sometimes shy, with a passion for quick wit. At times, you prefer quietness. You love exploring various things and going into depth of each thing. Under normal circumstances you ' re cool but when given a reason to, you are like a volcano waiting to erupt. You ' re a fashion bird. People look forward to you as an icon associated with fashion. Basically, you mingle along freely but don ' t like talking much to strangers. People feel very easy in your company. You observe care in choosing your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Skunk&lt;/span&gt;: You are near to perfect and nice at heart. The examples of your kindness are always circulated in groups of people. You too, love peace. You wouldn ' t like to retaliate even to a person who is in the wrong. You are loved due to this. You do not wish to talk behind one ' s back. People love the way you always treat them. You can give, give and give love, and the best part is that you do not expect it back in return. You are generous enough. Seeing things in a practical light is what the best trait of you guys remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Bullfrog&lt;/span&gt;: You symbolize a very happy-go-lucky approach in life. Whatever the surroundings may be, grim or cheerful, you remain unaffected. In fact, you spread cheer wherever you go. You are the leader of your group of friends and good at consoling people in their times of need. You dislike hypocrisy and tend to shirk away from hypocrites. They can never be in your good books, no matter what. You are very methodical and organized in your work. No amount of mess, hence, can ever encompass you. Beware; it is easy for you to fall in love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Snake&lt;/span&gt;: You are mysterious. You are someone who can handle pressure with ease, and can handle any atmosphere without going berserk. You can be mean at times, and love to gossip with your selected group. Very prim and proper. You like all situations and things to be in the way you desire, which, sometimes is not possible. As a result, you may lose out in some relationships. But otherwise, you love to help people out from difficult and tight spots when they really need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Ape&lt;/span&gt;: Very impatient and hyper!!! You want things to be done as quickly as possible. At heart, you are quite simple and love if you are the center of attraction. That way, you people are unique..You would like to keep yourself safe from all the angles. Shall your name be dragged or featured in any sort of a controversy, you then go all panicky. Therefore, you take your precautions from the very beginning. When you foresee anything wrong, your sixth sense is what saves you from falling in traps. Quite a money minded bunch you people are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is what i received from Nicholas and lol! It's kinda true...people who talk to me usually have to choose their words or else they'll offend me. Well, that depends on the closeness between me and that person too. If im not close to you, say whatever you want, like the hell i care...well, maybe on certain aspect i will care but then, lol i dont give a damn that much. I only care about those who's close to me think of me as...haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 papers down...2 to go. Anyway lolx...i slept for 15 hours today!!! Cool... Exam week is tiring so i think i deserve that... :D&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/34670558-2554440467070714142?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2554440467070714142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2554440467070714142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2554440467070714142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2554440467070714142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/pest.html' title='Pest'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2391239808297880188</id><published>2009-02-27T04:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:27:53.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo</title><content type='html'>First off, what i wanted to say is, ugh...i was sort of like...ambushed and my uglay pictures got snapped. Went to dad's for group discussion and this topic about that previous funny korean guy singing 'I still Believe' of course by Mariah Carey and lol! There's this part of the song where she goes 'just give me one more try...' and lol! that guy copied her and oh sweat!!! It's totally out of tune and of course, IT'S DAMN HILARIOUS! Dad had this idea to show us how Mariah sang that part and "Nah nah...see this part is that gay guy sing it". At first i was like 'huh'? Then i heard Mariah sang that verse "Just give me one more try~~~", and OH SWEAT!!! All of sudden i just thought about how that guy sang and i burst into laugh so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was eating stick-munchys biscuit and lol!!! I've to closed my mouth tight so that those biscuits didnt spilled out. And that was when KOK HOONG AMBUSHED ME WITH HIS iPhone. Adoi... WTH!!! Worse of all, those pictures turned out to be comic-strip-liked pictures which links from one to another. Memang sweat... Database System is tomorrow and sigh...i hope that i prepared my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why...or is it worth it that i pulled off my track just to give you another chance. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-2391239808297880188?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2391239808297880188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2391239808297880188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2391239808297880188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2391239808297880188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/emo.html' title='Emo'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2251444066904935629</id><published>2009-02-25T02:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T02:44:21.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WHAT THE F!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I made a vital mistake today....DAMN!!! DAMN!! DAMN!!! Oh so damn! I've forgotten that i cam whored and posted my pictures in my blog =.=" AND OH DAMN! I was browsing through the cbox to see what Edward replied and i laughed and told dad bout what Edward said and he was like "OOhhh fine la fine la, your friend can go into your blog i kenot go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like... =.=" OKOK i've grant you permission. THAT WAS THE FATAL MISTAKE!!! He scrolled down and WHOA!!! MY PICTURES!!! THOSE PICTURES I CAM-WHORED! Oh memang sweat... Annie were there and OMFG!!! So damn paiseh... iysh this dad...then Keat Liang joins in the fun where he TRIED TO COPY MY PICTURE FOLDER TO HIS COMPUTER!!! He set-up and ad-hoc VPN or something like that and oh sweat! thank goodness i realize something was amiss and phew, rescued myself from being intruded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What The Eff!!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;by Vin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like fainting right there and then...lol...not really....over exaggerated... Anyway, i feel so not well. I didnt study well for DSA. And im gonna sleep now...i'll chiong tomorrow...always last minute work =.=" Ah! All the best to me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-2251444066904935629?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2251444066904935629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2251444066904935629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2251444066904935629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2251444066904935629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-what-f.html' title='OH WHAT THE F!!!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6105356310773078672</id><published>2009-02-24T03:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T03:31:11.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah Impersonator</title><content type='html'>Edward, you're gonna hate this guy so much and i know you're gonna do the usual "OWH MY GAWD! OWH MY GAWD WILLIAM!!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Touch My Body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBDoIn3BcbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBDoIn3BcbY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Belong Together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward please dont kill me...hate him can ady.... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6105356310773078672?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6105356310773078672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6105356310773078672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6105356310773078672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6105356310773078672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/mariah-impersonator.html' title='Mariah Impersonator'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4842854046370266191</id><published>2009-02-21T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:26:01.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop In da House (room)</title><content type='html'>It's soooooooo annoying after the whole computer desk was moved into my room. I DONT HAVE FREAKING INTERNET!! I've to move out to the living room and sit on little kid's chair and coffee table. LIKE NOW!!! Ugh so torturing. Mom said she'll let me buy a router soon but not now... Sigh so, ugh...talk about backache... =.=" I've to hunch to see the screen properly lol! Anyway, exam's due next week and i hope i've good preparation before that. Oh yeah! One more thing, finally i've got the grasp of the game, SPORE!!! Well, it is a game developed by Maxis with together with the creator of The Sims, Will Wright. From what i read in wikipedia, Maxis is now a part of Electronic Arts. Anyway, Spores really does looks like The Sims but the play style is different. Anyway, here are some of the 'species' i created.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_ThKFAagI/AAAAAAAAAZg/US7s16LFBuw/s1600-h/CRE_Xatus-07ca5549_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_ThKFAagI/AAAAAAAAAZg/US7s16LFBuw/s320/CRE_Xatus-07ca5549_sml.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305191452660230658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I name them Xatus (Xatuses in plural XD). Dont ask me why but it just come to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_ThGXyy_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Wmgz7Cpv_Jk/s1600-h/CRE_Xatus-07ca5547_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_ThGXyy_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/Wmgz7Cpv_Jk/s320/CRE_Xatus-07ca5547_sml.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305191451665288178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Civilised Xatus(es).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_Tg9NHH9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RnjK4bo7ncE/s1600-h/CRE_Xatus-07ca554a_ful.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_Tg9NHH9I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/RnjK4bo7ncE/s320/CRE_Xatus-07ca554a_ful.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305191449204563922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dancing Xatus(es).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_Tg4fkTOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/W-JCrumRpDI/s1600-h/CRE_Xana-07ca554d_sml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_Tg4fkTOI/AAAAAAAAAZI/W-JCrumRpDI/s320/CRE_Xana-07ca554d_sml.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305191447939796194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creature after the cell phase, Xanu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_TgvZR_OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eQWAtNKf2d4/s1600-h/CRE_Aspersia-07ca554c_ful.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_TgvZR_OI/AAAAAAAAAZA/eQWAtNKf2d4/s320/CRE_Aspersia-07ca554c_ful.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305191445497511138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forgot what i named this =.=" It's a weird name too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm currently in Space Phase and whoa! It's very very hard to play space phase where you can give life to other planets and stuff like that. It's really like you're the God and you decide what you wanna do. Nice game but one of the most complicated game ever. I doubt many girls will like this kind of game. The creation part, yes but space war??? Unlikely...i too have trouble playing due to limited resources as in sporebuck (money). Till now, i still dont really understand how everything works... Lots and lotsa stuff in the game...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4842854046370266191?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4842854046370266191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4842854046370266191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4842854046370266191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4842854046370266191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/laptop-in-da-house-room.html' title='Laptop In da House (room)'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZ_ThKFAagI/AAAAAAAAAZg/US7s16LFBuw/s72-c/CRE_Xatus-07ca5549_sml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7530231420650804323</id><published>2009-02-15T03:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T03:34:16.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://www.meganspantry.com/images/valentine.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 303px;" src="https://www.meganspantry.com/images/valentine.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...today is one of the best days in my life! Why? The whole family was so cheerful today. Father and Mother is happy while Cat and Tat Ko as usual with their lovey dovey and the new couple-liked, presenting, Chris and Michael!!! They were happy and lol! i sorta betrayed Chris by telling Michael what Chris likes and dislikes and stuff like that. And of course, there were me :D Hehe... well, at least this year's Valentine was special compared to previous years. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, first of all, Happy Valentine's Day to everybody out there!!! To those who're still single, do not sore cause sooner or later, your Valentine will appear and then you can celebrate this day, 14&lt;s&gt;th&lt;/s&gt; of February! Of course you can still celebrate this day even if you're single but, it wont be really fun right? Okay let's see, in the beginning, i dont really plan to go anywhere today but i sort of like must get rid of myself out of the house in order to initiate "Home Candle Light Dinner" planned by Chris. Well, of course i must cooperate in order to make everything work. What is that plan? Well, we would like to give Father and Mother privacy and have fun with candle light dinner and such. So, i get rid of myself at the noon or such. Even though father will only be back at evening but well, hehe...the earlier i get out, the better as mother can do the stuff she wanted to do and prepare stuff without me looking as lol! You know...shy shy stuff... XD LOL! Imagine preparing Dinner-for-Two in front of your kids with lovey-dovey stuff, wont it be like...weird???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so, i went out with my friend and spend quite a fun time though :D Hehe... Watched Valkyrie and although the story is kinda confusing, it's actually quite nice and im wondering, you did they made two fingers of Tom Cruise to disappear? I thought Adolph Hitler died in the movie but he didnt but instead, Tom Cruise died. It's actually so called a twist but it's nice! It's not often that you see main character dies right? I really like it that way compared to a movie that has happy ending alllll the time. Anyway, just realize you're fan of many anime too and hehe...im gonna give you a surprise as soon as i can :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wedgwoodbc.nextmeta.com/images/library/Valentines_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 270px;" src="http://wedgwoodbc.nextmeta.com/images/library/Valentines_Heart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was at Gurney the whole day and it's quite boring but managed to get rid of the boringness through hours of talking. Time seemed to past so fast today. Hope it would stay longer but ah! Im sure there're next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother actually had candle light dinner with father in their room LOL!!!! Simultaneously, Cat had the same thing with Tat Ko in her room too. Kinda cute actually... XD Pity grandpa he's alone though... Well, it's the young's world nowadays and i dont think i can help it right? To think that one day i would be in his positions and memories are the only thing i can keep with my beloved no longer with me. Kinda sad actually because you'll be lonely. Sigh...nevertheless, although i do scream at you and detests you from time to time, do know that i love you, grandpa. Despite the things you did, you're still my grandpa and despite how many ridiculous things you said, you're still my grandpa. Although you're not a good example of a grandpa, or rather, my ideal grandpa, do know that you're still my grandpa... :D I had lost one of my beloved grandpa and i know sooner or later, i will lose you too but nevertheless, memories of you will always stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure i will reminiscent you like how i think about grandma and my other grandpa. Im sure i'll think of the ridiculous stuff you made, how you cared for me, how you loved me and LOL! how we argued and how i scolded you and stuff like that... :D That's what memories are for right? I prefer to have such memories rather than sweet sweet memories because to me, sweet memories are incomplete memories. Memories which contains laughter, anger, cries and such are a true complete memory :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-7530231420650804323?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7530231420650804323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7530231420650804323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7530231420650804323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7530231420650804323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s!!!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6365242113999932947</id><published>2009-02-13T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:12:36.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent</title><content type='html'>You know what? Actually i already have plan for myself this semester break. I will most probably be working but not in Starbucks neither one of such coffee shop or whatever you call. I won't be working in Shopping Malls or boutiques either. Instead, i WILL or rather WANT to work in hotel line. I wanted to learn how to talk and such and i've already have help from a friend of mine to find a job for me. It will be in Melaka and i planned to stay there for my sem break. Other than a chance to earn money, i will be able to test my ability to survive without family members around to take care of me or such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see how far i can go and how can i behave myself with parents not around. Of course i will most probably go wild but, how wild??? I dont think i'll go to bars, lounges or disco though. Maybe just hang around with friends till late at night or such. My plan was going smoothly as i prepared to get all details and confirmation about where i am going to stay, what job i'll be doing and such but UNFORTUNATELY, wretched father find a job for me WITHOUT INFORMING ME IN THE FIRST PLACE!!! Okay i thought fine, i'll just ignore and one of the reason why i wanted confirmation about everything before i burst to my parents is because if i were to tell them now, there will be loopholes as in unanswered questions. I've to be ready and 'sell' them what i wanted to do in one go so that less objection occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was the one who told me that father found a job for me and wanted me to go for interview. It's a job from his client where i'll be sort of like a salesperson or such selling GHEE HIANG BISCUITS!!!! WHAT THE FUCK! Learn what la? Learn sell biscuits is it??? HELL NO! I'd prefer to work in Starbucks or Coffee Bean rather than that chinese biscuit shop! The pay is RM5 per hour where i'll be working for 8 hours per day. Weekends only but still, NO WAY!!! Seriously, I DONT WANT TO WORK THERE!!! Father is always like that and i am so frustrated with him...make decisions for me without informing me. HOW OLD AM I!!!???? 9 years old or 19 years old!? If i cant even make decisions at this age, then what am i for???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i've got no choice but to tell mom my current plan and as expected, she said no and such. I told her i wanted to try and be independent and learn about socializing and such but as usual, SHE NEVER EVER SUPPORTED IN WHATEVER I DO!!! (except education-related stuff). SHE IS ALWAYS SO DISCOURAGING, SO IS MY FAMILY!!! I HATE THEM TREATING ME THIS WAY! I AM NOT A KID! I AM 19 YEARS OLD AND I WANT TO BE INDEPEDENT!!! I'd dare to say that im much better than many teens. Why? I dont spend, i dont go clubbing, i dont smoke, i dont drink, i dont go out often. All i ask for is INDEPENDENT AND KNOWLEDGE ABOUT BUSINESS AND SOCIALIZING! IS THIS TOO MUCH!? True i'll be away from home but sooner or later, i too will have to be away from home, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i told mom i wanna learn Japanese language, she said "NO". I wanna learn dancing, "NO". I wanna learn singing, "NO". And now, I WANNA LEARN TO BE INDEPENDENT and what she said???? " NO NO NO NO NO!!!" If i am someone who doesnt have such flexibility or ability to handle such decisions, then what am i for?  A puppet who were born to say "YES YES YES" and "YES"??? Another friend of mine, told me that his late-father's company is sort of like in crisis and his late-father's urm...partner seeks him for help. So, i told him wanna be a part of it too and he sort of agree and all that. His company will have an exhibition in KL this 1&lt;s&gt;st&lt;/s&gt; of March until 9&lt;s&gt;th&lt;/s&gt; of March. Unfortunately, i've exam until 3&lt;s&gt;rd&lt;/s&gt; of March, so if i were to go, i'll only be able to go after my exam. I told my mom that too and again, she said NO NO NO NO NO!! What is wrong with that!? I AM NOT GOING KL TO FOOL AROUND OR SUCH! I AM GOING THERE TO WORK, TO GAIN EXPERIENCE IN BUSINESS! WHAT THE FUCK HELL WRONG IS THAT!? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insist that even if i were to plan everything properly, she wont let me go! WHY!???? Because it's dangerous that i am alone??? THAT'S THE POINT, MA! I AM GOING THERE TO TEST MY ABILITY TO SURVIVE WITHOUT YOU GUYS! IS THAT TOO MUCH!? I will take care of myself properly and i've friends in KL! It's just that you guys dont trust me! YOU GUYS REFUSE TO LET ME MAKE MY OWN MAJOR DECISIONS!!! I AM 19 MA!!! NOT 9!!! I AM NOT YOUNG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6365242113999932947?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6365242113999932947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6365242113999932947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6365242113999932947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6365242113999932947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/independent.html' title='Independent'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-1066256209388112684</id><published>2009-02-11T01:12:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:00:35.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cam Whoring</title><content type='html'>I was soooo damn bored today and i've got nothing to do. So, i sneaked into Chris and Cat's room and steal their Sony camera for a while. I used to take pictures of myself...i used to like cam whore and while sitting in my room, sudden i had the idea, "Hey! Why not i cam whore again? Since it's quite long ago since i cam whored". So fine, and tada! The result :D Photoshopped my ugly pimple away tho WAKAKAKAKAKA! Jz 1 on the right side of my lips XD Im sort of trying the emo me but it doesnt seem to work. I used to take pictures of the hip-hop me but now, lol! the what me? The normal me i guess :D I hope nobody say i 'thick face' or dont know what 'shy/embaressing' means XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*click to enlarge the picture*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4vFBLUJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zb40qRph8Y8/s1600-h/DSC04767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4vFBLUJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zb40qRph8Y8/s320/DSC04767.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301221355332259986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4u-5ckdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hQXO9kkC44U/s1600-h/DSC04776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4u-5ckdI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hQXO9kkC44U/s320/DSC04776.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301221353689223634" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4uw3rWaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wP5eBpUvqzI/s1600-h/DSC04764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4uw3rWaI/AAAAAAAAAYI/wP5eBpUvqzI/s320/DSC04764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301221349923707298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4ul-tA2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/EY1ytGFCU84/s1600-h/DSC04763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4ul-tA2I/AAAAAAAAAYA/EY1ytGFCU84/s320/DSC04763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301221347000386402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4ujOgC0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/-tX-ALSanps/s1600-h/DSC04760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4ujOgC0I/AAAAAAAAAX4/-tX-ALSanps/s320/DSC04760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301221346261338946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2CCFTsWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hIYyFHgDtFY/s1600-h/DSC0476511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2CCFTsWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/hIYyFHgDtFY/s320/DSC0476511.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301218382426911074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2CAIyofI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sJLS1MTZC70/s1600-h/DSC047781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2CAIyofI/AAAAAAAAAXo/sJLS1MTZC70/s320/DSC047781.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301218381904650738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2Bxdid0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/s5hfX4po9KM/s320/DSC047671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301218377965139778" style="text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2Bxdid0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/s5hfX4po9KM/s1600-h/DSC047671.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CNY Cloths&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, most of them are red in color. Sweatz my sisters and my mom....bought most of them red for me. See the hooded shirt? It's not CNY cloth but it's my favourite :D From Padini and it's written 1990 there :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG5oW88MRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Wv7nYBo33Wk/s1600-h/DSC04786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG5oW88MRI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Wv7nYBo33Wk/s320/DSC04786.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301222339398873362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fashion Fiesta&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;These two are my favourite outfit as in how i would wear them. Of course i will mix and match with others and well, these two are just examples that's all :D Oh one more thing,  YOU DIDNT SEE MY BEDSHEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2B6cw1UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BUNf6hhg_eo/s1600-h/DSC04791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2B6cw1UI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BUNf6hhg_eo/s320/DSC04791.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301218380377806146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like school uniform lol! I like it though :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2By1zjoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SZ2H23FUlcA/s1600-h/DSC04789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2By1zjoI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/SZ2H23FUlcA/s320/DSC04789.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301218378335358594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chrismas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken last year on the week of Chrismas. It's 23rd of December if im not mistaken. Anyway, LOOK WHAT HOORIBLE TIME DID THE PICTURE SNAPPED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG5oiNrx-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/LvLLV1EGj9Y/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG5oiNrx-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/LvLLV1EGj9Y/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301222342421891042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The normal me singing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG5o1nhn6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/LDWpmIRXShA/s1600-h/DSC_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG5o1nhn6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/LDWpmIRXShA/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301222347630550946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHHHHHHAT THE F***!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;New bedroom style&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOOK! LOOK WHAT'S ON THE LEFT!!! AHAHAHAHAHA! A COMPUTER TABLE! Yeah....mom decided to move it in and lol! sort of resturcture the whole living room XD As in how the stuff were arranged. Sadly my room is super messy and lolx! Look how messy it is XD Lazy wanna put stuff properly XD Anyway MWAHAHAHA!!! Sadly, i didnt buy a router....will buy soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG5oaaxmTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1HF_C7ZF1so/s1600-h/DSC04794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG5oaaxmTI/AAAAAAAAAYg/1HF_C7ZF1so/s320/DSC04794.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301222340329314610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG2Bxdid0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/s5hfX4po9KM/s1600-h/DSC047671.jpg" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-1066256209388112684?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1066256209388112684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=1066256209388112684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1066256209388112684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1066256209388112684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/cam-whoring.html' title='Cam Whoring'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SZG4vFBLUJI/AAAAAAAAAYY/zb40qRph8Y8/s72-c/DSC04767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-8311486947727690314</id><published>2009-02-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:12:26.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE STUPID COMPUTER NETWORK! I DISLIKE MR.LEW!!!</title><content type='html'>i was doing my wretched+cursed stupid C.Network assignment and was doing research about VoIP and found this funny thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://communication.howstuffworks.com/ip-telephony2.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You paid a lot for the call, because you actually owned a 3,000-mile-long copper wire for 10 minutes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! It's really LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lol thing is that sweatz...I just went through the word "MIMO" which stands for multiple input multiple output. What's so funny about it??? Well, there's once where Mr.Lew was giving lesson about this and he called it in it's abbreviation, MIMO, and without thought, i said the words in the sense like ambulance van/police car's siren that "BEE BOOO BEE BOO" kind of sound. And OH LOL!!! Dad turned at me and said, "WAH...u tot u still small ar??? BEE BOO BEE BOO". While Mr.Lew actually like "WAAAHHH!!!". OMG so embaressing...i am 19 and lol! i am doing such childish thing. Nevertheless, i dont think i'll change my attitude cause of this comment. Hehe...i am who i am. Of course when im older, i will change this attitude of mine or else i'll be scaring people away lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i realize from time to time, i spends some time listening to the songs i like before i move on with my works. Haha! It's actually nice because we're able to like take a few minutes of relaxation before continuing our work. Although there are music most of the time i uses laptop but i never really listen to the songs unless i wanted to XD A habit nevertheless, haha...usually i become dreamy whenever i listen to the songs i like. For now, im listening to David Archuleta's song, "You Can" and haha! Thinking about somebody~~~ Really appreciate meeting you :D although our relationship starts as friends and although might stay so forever, i would like to have the dream that it might grows :D Wow! Coincidence? Finished typing that "...grows" sentence and the song ends exactly!!! Hahahaha.... Oh yeah! BTW, thanks for the S.H.E's songs... and others too :D Last but not least, GMO MI TNELOIV NI DEB!!!!????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-8311486947727690314?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8311486947727690314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=8311486947727690314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8311486947727690314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8311486947727690314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-hate-stupid-computer-network-i.html' title='I HATE STUPID COMPUTER NETWORK! I DISLIKE MR.LEW!!!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4460248779768257892</id><published>2009-02-07T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:30:50.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real or Fake?</title><content type='html'>Found these pics after 1 month+ since i visited oddee... Even though it's said that those lightning strikes are authentic, i refuse to believe in some but nevertheless, real or not, it's still a nice artwork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a333_c12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4460248779768257892?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4460248779768257892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4460248779768257892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4460248779768257892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4460248779768257892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/real-or-fake.html' title='Real or Fake?'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7390702345612327143</id><published>2009-02-04T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:01:54.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Private</title><content type='html'>Sigh...soooooooooooooooooooooooo many people ask me why i made my blog soooo private. So, here's the reason. I made my blog private because there had been stuff happening in my life and well, i need to write all those stuff down. Anyway, the reason i made it semi-private is because i made another blog for it... hahaha! Don even dream about going in cause that one is totally private...except for a few people.. :D You know who you're are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-7390702345612327143?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7390702345612327143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7390702345612327143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7390702345612327143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7390702345612327143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/semi-private.html' title='Semi-Private'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7911491277027527152</id><published>2009-02-04T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:45:23.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An End With No Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day when we first met,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were laughing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the best day i ever had,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;N' was bouncing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As time goes on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I realize i had so much fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it never lasted long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For what's done is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've tasted the love i never knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never regretted knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For there's only a few,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;People like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You imprisoned my heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deep down in a cavern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The escape is hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's nothing pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love that i'd never knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems to be like, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made me happy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made me sad;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For feeling uncertain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made me cry;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For your words kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You made me laugh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We mustn't go on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the winter sakura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had blossomed through the winter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the frozen lake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had melted through the summer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love that i'd never knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems to be like... you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-7911491277027527152?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7911491277027527152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7911491277027527152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7911491277027527152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7911491277027527152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-with-no-beginning.html' title='An End With No Beginning'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4068667003399885919</id><published>2009-02-03T19:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:26:07.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The following are quote from &lt;a href="http://www.faithfreedom.org/challenge/pedophile.htm"&gt;Sina's Challenge.&lt;/a&gt; I found this website accidentally while arguing with somebody about the term 'pedophile' and 'paedophile'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muhammad: A Pedophile &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muhammad “married” Aisha when she was six years old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'A'isha (Allah be pleased with her) reported: Allah's Apostle (may peace be upon him) &lt;b&gt;married me when I was six years old&lt;/b&gt;, and I was admitted to his house when I was nine years old. &lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/fundamentals/hadithsunnah/muslim/008.smt.html#008.3310"&gt;Muslim 8. 3310&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Narrated 'Aisha:that the Prophet married her when &lt;b&gt;she was six years old and he consummated his marriage when she was nine years old,&lt;/b&gt; and then she remained with him for nine years (i.e., till his death). &lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/fundamentals/hadithsunnah/bukhari/062.sbt.html#007.062.064"&gt;Bukhari 7. 62. 64&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Narrated 'Aisha:that the Prophet married her when she was six years old and he consummated his marriage when she was nine years old. Hisham said: I have been informed that 'Aisha remained with the Prophet for nine years (i.e. till his death)." what you know of the Quran (by heart)'&lt;u1:p&gt; &lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/fundamentals/hadithsunnah/bukhari/062.sbt.html#007.062.065"&gt;Bukhari 7. 62. 65&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;Narrated 'Ursa:The Prophet wrote the (marriage contract) with 'Aisha while she was six years old and consummated his marriage with her while she was nine years old and she remained with him for nine years (i.e. till his death).&lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/fundamentals/hadithsunnah/bukhari/062.sbt.html#007.062.088"&gt;Bukhari 7. 62. 88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Arab year is lunar, which is shorter than solar year. In solar years, Aisha was 8 years 9 months old when Muhammad consummated his marriage with her. Consummate? This is a nice way to say raped her.  According to Muslims, &lt;/span&gt;a woman must consent to her marriage or the marriage is null.  How can a 6-years old child consent to her marriage?  Without a consent, how can we call this relationship between a 51 years old man and a  6-years old child marriage?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some Muslims claim that it was Abu Bakr who approached Muhammad asking him to marry his daughter. This is not true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;The Prophet asked Abu Bakr for 'Aisha's hand in marriage. Abu Bakr said "But I am your brother." The Prophet said, "You are my brother in Allah's religion and His Book, but she (Aisha) is lawful for me to marry." &lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/fundamentals/hadithsunnah/bukhari/062.sbt.html#007.062.018"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;Bukhari 7.62.18&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though Abu Bakr was&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;fool enough to let Muhammad have sex with his little daughter, that marriage was invaled, because the only person who should have given consent was a minor.  Aisha was unaware of what was going on and was surprised when Muhammad pulled down his pants and invited her to sit on his lap. She&lt;i&gt;Narrated:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;When the Prophet married me, my mother came to me and made me enter the house (of the &lt;/span&gt;Prophet&lt;span&gt;) and nothing surprised me but the coming of Allah's Apostle to me in the forenoon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/fundamentals/hadithsunnah/bukhari/062.sbt.html#007.062.090"&gt;Bukhari 7. 62. 90&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aisha was playing with dolls like any other 8 year old child would do. She was not ready for marriage and had no understanding of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Narrated 'Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to play with the dolls in the presence of the Prophet, and my girl friends also used to play with me. When Allah's Apostle used to enter (my dwelling place) they used to hide themselves, but the Prophet would call them to join and play with me. (The playing with the dolls and similar images is forbidden, but it was allowed for 'Aisha at that time, as she was a little girl, not yet reached the age of puberty.) (Fateh-al-Bari page 143, Vol.13)&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/fundamentals/hadithsunnah/bukhari/073.sbt.html#008.073.151"&gt;Bukhari 8. 73.151&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-right: 0.5in; margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Narrated Aisha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Prophet engaged me when I was a girl of six (years). We went to &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Medina&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/st1:city&gt;and stayed at the home of Bani-al-Harith bin Khazraj. Then I got ill and my hair fell down. Later on my hair grew (again) and my mother, Um Ruman, came to me while I was playing in a swing with some of my girl friends. She called me, and I went to her, not knowing what she wanted to do to me. She caught me by the hand and made me stand at the door of the house. I was breathless then, and when my breathing became Allright, she took some water and rubbed my face and head with it. Then she took me into the house. There in the house I saw some Ansari women who said, "Best wishes and Allah's Blessing and a good luck." Then she entrusted me to them and they prepared me (for the marriage). Unexpectedly Allah's Apostle came to me in the forenoon and my mother handed me over to him, and at that time I was a girl of nine years of age&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/dept/MSA/fundamentals/hadithsunnah/bukhari/058.sbt.html#005.058.234"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bukhari 5.234&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having sexual feelings for small children is called pedophilia. According to Ayatollah Montazeri, the most revered Shiite cleric of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iran&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the “marriage” of Muhammad and Aisha was a political maneuver to placate the enemies of Islam. &lt;a href="http://www.faithfreedom.org/debates/montazeri1.htm"&gt;He wrote:&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=" ;color:maroon;"&gt;The reason for this marriage was that the Prophet was under the intense pressure by his enemies like Abu Lahab and Abu Jahl and was completely dependant of the protection of other tribes. Abu Bakr had a lot of tribal influence. And rejecting his offer, in those conditions, for the Prophet was not prudent. In reality this marriage was symbolic and not to satisfy his sexual instinct, because, as a rule a 53-year-old man cannot have sexual feelings for a 9-year-old girl.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is nonsense. Abu Bakr was already a devout follower of Muhammad and his confidant. Abu Lahab and Abul Hakam (whom Muhammad derogatorily called Abu Jahl, father of ignorance) had nothing to do with Abu Bakr.  How can having sex with a child placate one's enemies?  Assuming this ridiculous excuse is true, what about Aisha?  Was she only a pawn for Muhammad’s political maneuvers? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;In one thing the Grand Ayatollah is right. As a rule a 53-year-old man cannot have sexual feelings for a 9-year-old girl, unless he is a pedophile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;The Islamocritic scholar, &lt;a href="http://www.faithfreedom.org/Articles/abulkazem/reply_to_apologist.htm"&gt;Abul Kasem, has demonstrated &lt;/a&gt;that in Islam there is actually no age limit for marrying a child. He found the following hadith which shows a Muslim man can marry an infant.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However should one of his adult wives suckle that infant both wives become haram to him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Case of one of two wives suckling the other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;-If a man marry an infant and an adult and the latter should give milk to the former, both wives become prohibited with respect to that man [their husband], because if they were to continue united in marriage to him, it would imply the propriety of joint cohabitation with the foster-mother and her foster-daughter, which is prohibited, in the same manner as joint cohabitation with a natural mother and daughter-It is to be observed on this occasion, that if the husband should not have had carnal connexion with the adult wife, she is not entitled to any dower whatever, because the separation has proceeded from her, before consummation :-but the infant has a claim to her half dower. [Hedaya Vol. I Book III, page 71 (Ref. 6)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Abul Kasem also quoted the story of Umar marrying a child just four or five years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;Umme Kulthum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;was 4 or 5 years old when Umar married her. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This child was his most favourite wife (just like prophet Mohammad). &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is a great controversy about the identity of this child bride of Umar. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Many scholars claim that she was the daughter of Ali and Fatima. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Others say that Umme Kulthum was the posthumous daughter of Abu Bakar and Habiba. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Abu Bakar died (13 A.H.) a few months before Umme Kulthum was born. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was the half sister of Aisha. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, Umar asked Aisha for the hand of Umme Kulthum when she (Umme Kulthum) was only 4 - 5 years old. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Aisha agreed and Umar and Umme Kulthum got married.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;According to Abul Kasem’s calculations, Umar was 56 years old when he married this little girl. &lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why would he not wait for Umme Kulthum to reach the age of nine?&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Shouldn’t Umar follow the sunna (example) of his prophet?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The answer is that Muhammad did not set any limits for child marriage.&lt;span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Ummar must have remembered when Muhammad expressed his desire to marry a crawling baby before death overtook him. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This story is reported by Ibn Ishac, the most authentic biographer of Muhammad. &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Most other biographies are based on this monumental work of Ibn Ishak/Ibn Hisham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;(Suhayli, ii.79: In the &lt;i&gt;riwaya&lt;/i&gt; of Yunus I.I recorded that the apostle saw her (Ummu’l-Fadl) when she was baby crawling before him and said, ‘If she grows up and I am still alive I will marry her.’ But he died before she grew up and Sufyan b. al-Aswad b. Abdu’l-Asad al-Makhzumi married her and she bore him Rizq and Lubaba….(Ref.3, page 311)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-left: 0.5in; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-AU"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4068667003399885919?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4068667003399885919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4068667003399885919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4068667003399885919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4068667003399885919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/02/following-are-quote-from-sinas.html' title=''/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-8272452664671061387</id><published>2009-01-31T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:47:27.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone!</title><content type='html'>This is the first time ever in my life that i am totally HOME AlONE! Yeah! I am HOME ALONE!!! The whole bunch of my family went to Ipoh today to visit aunt and after that, they're heading towards Cameron Highland. I didnt go because i've assignments that i need to finish... The due date was by end of this WEEK!!! Anyway, lol! I cant really sleep...maybe it's due to the fact that it's the first time ever i stayed home alone! I slept at 0300++ and lol! I woke up at 0530++ after they went out of course. Then, i started playing Rappelz till bout 12pm lidat. Browse through Hunny Henry's stuff as in, youtube videos and had a good laugh about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...besides that, i did what most teenagers did... FREEDOM!!! As in for today. Sadly, im not really an outgoing person and sob...all my friends are either busy or something like that. That includes Edward!!! So, sigh....stayed home whole day. Slept through the afternoon and am gonna start doing assignment d... I wanna go buy @cash but lol! lazy wanna drive XD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom called and said that they're having dinner now and will be back after that... That'll takes bout 2 hours++ I guess... Anyway, at least i managed to tell myself that i am quite independent :P HOORAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-8272452664671061387?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8272452664671061387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=8272452664671061387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8272452664671061387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8272452664671061387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4717499402923943740</id><published>2009-01-29T19:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T19:44:44.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HCNY!</title><content type='html'>Wow...was busy everyday until i cannot blog. It's chinese new year!!! Anyway, sweatz...guess what? I actually slept until it was CNY. I was damn tired and i dozed off...was waken up by the sound of fire crackers and all these sorts of stuff. Yeah! So, happy chinese new year!!!  Went to Kek Lok Si on the first day and sweatz...regretted going there on the afternoon. It was HOT LIKE HELL!!! Nothing much on the first day but went to Kenneth's hse on the 2nd day and stayed till yesterday. Kinda fun...have lots of activities there but usually, im just sitting in front of laptop doing my stuff XD Or rather, playing games XD Oh YEAH! BABY GIRL WAS THERE!!! So cute of her... ^.^ Played around with her and stuff like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time singing Bukan Cinta Biasa too... XD The only song i sang for the karaoke session. Cause XD they sing chinese songs most of the time and even though i am a chinese, i dont really know how to sing those songs... Wow...so little things i can blog a bout now i guess... Anyway, i had an argument with Honey and i guess it was my fault afterall... Ah! Lazy wanna elaborate bout what happened. Oh yeah! Kelvin rung up and sweatz he actually drove to my house to give me a surprise but sadly, =.=" i wasnt home. He was disappointed and went off with his other buddies to Gurney instead. Sorry Kelvin &gt;.&lt; Oh yeah! My assignments' due date is next week! Yet i feel so relax =.=" ugh...when only could i change my attitude i wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4717499402923943740?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4717499402923943740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4717499402923943740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4717499402923943740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4717499402923943740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/hcny.html' title='HCNY!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6889055327755017206</id><published>2009-01-25T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:44:22.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Cat!</title><content type='html'>Today is Cat's bday. Which makes her 22y.o this year. And guess what? Her b'day falls on the 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Lunar Month! So, she's gonna get double ang paos for that while for Chris, it's 3 days later which is, 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; of First Lunar Month and of course, another double ang pao! SO SAD!!! I never get double ang pao!! T_T Neway, lots of things happened between us and im both glad and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6889055327755017206?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6889055327755017206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6889055327755017206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6889055327755017206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6889055327755017206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-bday-cat.html' title='Happy B&apos;day Cat!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4856401324042948840</id><published>2009-01-14T08:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:20:49.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truths</title><content type='html'>I've just changed my blog from a public to a private blog. For one reason is because i could no longer keep my feelings. When i blogged one or two years ago, nobody knew my blog except Edward who doesnt make frequent visit. I guess things had changed now as many of my friends started to visit my blog. The truth about why i would like to 'privatize' my blog is because i would really like to express myself as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i couldnt tell the whole truth no matter what except to a few very very close people in my life. Guess what, it's been two days since i listened to the same song again and again. Of course i do listen to repeated songs everyday but, i've never ever repeated a song in a single loop for hours. I am doing this right now while listening to Distanced Love. Okay, this particular entry is dedicated to my love, Honey Koh. It isnt her real name but i do not want her real name to be exposed and if you must know, Honey tnsi a laer ehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, i would like to tell you that i will not give up so easily. I am a stubborn person and im sure i've told you bout my crush and what i actually did. This is just how i am... If you must know, i've been holding my tears back. Why can't i just cry like a baby? Easy... I would like to be strong in these kind of situation and crying wouldnt help much. I know you're very stressed and i've gone through your emails especially Hotmail and i do notice that you've gone through a lot! I used to have doubts on you until yesterday. The mails you got really authenticate the truth of what you're saying. I am sorry if i doubted you but like i said, i do try my best to trust you and honey, now i really trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've gone through a lot but, just don't give up no matter what okay? Did anybody said Love was an easy thing to start with? Nobody right? There are lots of obstacles that we need to overcome and i do know you'd love me very much. But to shoo me away cause your manager advised you to do so? Do you think i would accept such reason? No honey, it's not your own will but it's based on your manager's will that you shooed me away. I know you love me very much because who will cry so badly when i actually said those cruel things if they didn't love me? Im sure you wouldn't have cried if you're playing with my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soooo broken when i heard you sobbed and cried hun... But i've decided to stay strong. You see, i actually laughed and talked in such a patient voice, why? Because i understand, Honey and i am trying to be strong for you. It will be pointless if both sides actually cried and sobbed when it comes to troubles. More or less, i understand what you're going through and it's not pleasant. I've seen those lives of celebrities where they're being chased by paparazzi and so on and they never lived with happy ending. Couldn't we just try and hang on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow things down right??? Yes i will try my best to slow everything down. But to ask me forget all these and start from a beginning, i do not think i could do so. What's done is done. I will remember that this fairy tale ever existed and even though this fairy tale might go disastrous, i will always remember the sweetness and the hardship i ever gone through till the fairy tale falls apart then, it'll be another history lesson for me. Im sure you know what i mean by that. It's not everyday that you would meet such a near perfect person in your life. Perfect,as in the sense that it matches the criteria of a person we wanted to be our life partner, boyfriend, girlfriend or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found Edward as my best friend and i would like to find you, as my love. Even though Edward might be a bit annoying or sometime i couldnt take his attitude but you see, we still move on. There's no perfect relationship in the world, Honey. Edward might be reading this right now but i know he'll understand what i meant. I even publicly tried to criticize him and such but in the end, we're still best friend right? Oh honey, whatever trouble you're having, just talk to me alright??? I've granted you permission to post anything here. I've even added you as a full administrator. Just, express yourself here alright? I will look through every single thing you've written and i am really really really not ready to give up on this relationship yet not until i've tried everything and it fails all the time. I know you do believe in god(s) right? So why not just pretend or think of it as an obstacle made by the god(s)? If it's destinied to be so, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say that i will find some better and much more perfect person than you and i believe that it might be the truth but, what i've now is YOU and nobody else. I know how heart broken you are when you said that and to tell you the truth, instead of being sad, i am actually quite delighted that you cried. I am delighted not because i find it funny but it's because i realize how much you loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i do realize something actually happened yesterday because you hung up all of sudden and i received calls from your house. Out of paranoia, i assume that it is your mother who called based on these following assumption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You hung up all of the sudden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried to message you but you didnt reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to call me, you would've used your HP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I know your HP still has credits cause you told me how much credits you still have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A call from home is very unusual for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I spammed you messages but you couldn't reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was another call from your house when i actually send you messages HI-ed to your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i am correct about this and this is as much as i could do i guess. I hope that you always delete those messages i previously sent and chatted with you. This is one of the only way you could rescue yourself from the current situation i assume you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way is to fabricate a true-false story as in the story contains half truth and lies. You'll need help from your brother, Willie and also your close girl friends. I will make further explanation if you wanted to go on with my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, i've told you i will not give up easily and i will try my best to help you go through all the problems you're having alright? I've got to go now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4856401324042948840?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4856401324042948840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4856401324042948840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4856401324042948840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4856401324042948840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/truths.html' title='Truths'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2262452010710434992</id><published>2009-01-13T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T21:58:27.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance</title><content type='html'>As i am writing, i am listening to a very very sad song or rather, a real tragic love song. I've just ventured into the real world of music and even though it is very romantic from time to time by the amount of ways one can use to actually obtain the heart of somebody...but it's kinda sad actually. How do i put it... Sigh... A friend of mine told me that this song was written for her. I couldn't share it to anybody because the song was never published and might be copyrighted. I would get her into trouble if i were to actually share the song, so no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is about the distance of love which makes everything falls apart. To cut the story short, they were in love and of course both of them are in musical industry. That's how they met. The love were growing really fine until one day, something bad happened. This is really private and wouldn't risk exposing anything here cause my blog is quite public. Nevertheless, what i can say is that my friend's best friend actually betrayed her due to jealousy cause she can get all the things she ever dreamed of while what her ex-best friend can do was actually watch. Envy kills... learn that well. Her best friend's was betrayal was the main thing which breaks their relationship. A sad truth between her, her sponsor or such and her bf was spilled and he just can't take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when their relationship started to fall apart. After the hard truth was hit him, he was totally shattered and started to drink heavily and smoke. This is when he wrote this song, "Ai Qing Xiang Ju Li" (thx to lil bro, Raymond, for correcting my mistake XD), from how i'd translate it, it means, "Distanced Love". A few months later, her bf or now, her ex-bf move to Australia with his parents. Despite all that, her bf still loved her and even though her bf has a new gf, he just couldnt forget my friend but sadly, it's the truth. This boy, was 15 at the time and the song actually said how my friend taught her love and these sort of things. Sadly, it is named "Distanced Love" because their relationship is a long distance relationship or such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...i wish i could've tell more but i couldnt. I really feel pitiful towards him. Sigh... What can i say? I am 19 now and even though i am just 19 recently, i actually learned that the world is so cruel in many ways. Nevertheless, i will not stop me from doing what i wanted to do... I will live with cruelty and so be it. If im in his shoe, i wouldn't blame distance for the failure of the relationship. Nobody are to be blame cause i do realize that love is a powerful thing. I will NEVER give up until the last moment where nothing can be done anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWyPwQXCOMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZaaDjsBPfPY/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWyPwQXCOMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZaaDjsBPfPY/s320/Image000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290761721441564866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another random picture. My cou's house. Rich people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with rich facilities... LCD SCREEN MONITOR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;If im not mistaken it's 32 inch or something like that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;KENNETH BE PROUD I AM ACTUALLY JEALOUS XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-2262452010710434992?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2262452010710434992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2262452010710434992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2262452010710434992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2262452010710434992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/distance.html' title='Distance'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWyPwQXCOMI/AAAAAAAAAWE/ZaaDjsBPfPY/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-282112502785617357</id><published>2009-01-11T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:39:30.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Year To Be Teen</title><content type='html'>Aww....i feel so sad. This date next year, i am no longer a teen. My wish to do teen stuff had been achieved. Faster than i expected. I am very very very contented. So, haha, what can i ask for more? Thank goodness, NO CAKE FOR MY BDAY! Haha...family know i hate cakes so, no cakes but just went out for a dinner. Went to Butterworth to find baby girl. SHE IS SOOOOO NOTTY! Not really naughty but just, stubborn. Very, very stubborn. Oh yeah, i could say that although this is the last year of my teen life, it's the best b'day i ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one reason, i no longer celebrate with family. I celebrated with someone else :D Other than friends of course. Glad about that. Had a good chat and laugh about it. Haha!!! Nice b'day i guess... In the same time, i've received a heart breaking news. Someone i knew used to be a victim of gang rape and... omg... i couldnt really mention it. I am so speechless every time i thought about it. It's like i am in total blank and disbelieve i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i've decided to trust that person's story even though it might be fake. For one reason, i need to start trusting others instead of doubting all the time. That someone, is Honey (not real name and definitely not Chia Haw's Honey). Somehow she was conned and her drink was drugged. OMG...i really cant talk about it anymore. I couldnt find any part of my heart to talk about it. But i do really wanted everybody to know what those IMBECILE DID! And nevertheless, THOSE IMBECILES ARE FILTHY RICH FREAKS! They're either the bosses of big companies or something like that. YET, they did this kind of thing. It might be fake but i've decided to believe what Honey said... Ugh...i feel so sorry and useless for not being able to help.&lt;br /&gt;Honey never told anybody about this and i hope that she understand why am i writing what she told me here. I just couldn't take it...the news is sort of like....BIG for me...Guess i should stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my birthday ended with an argument with mother. She've known that i am the person who always did house chores. Yet, she blamed me for not boiling water the whole day i am home. I got fired up and shouted back at her. I feel so unfair... Sisters NEVER or SELDOM did any house chores and usually, i am the one who boils water, mop floor, vacuum floor, help to babysit and stuff like that. That's why again and again, i said they're too dependent on me. As a result, i get blamed for not doing house chores. It's like....it's something that i should do everyday instead of my sisters. I really hate it. I do not ask for a thank you or pay or something like that. All i wanted is appreciation and understanding. Is that too hard??? I never asked mother to buy me anything or even forced her to say THANK YOU or praise me in front of others. ALL I EVER ASKED WAS APPRECIATION AND UNDERSTANDING. IS THAT TOO HARD??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When father got angry, i got blamed for nothing. When you got angry, yet again i got blamed for the wrong doings WHICH I DIDNT DO! I've decided not to talk to father for a few days and at least he knew he was wrong and of course i forgave him... But,i am wondering, how long could i keep this up before i really explode. It's true i face laptop most of my time at home but, THAT'S MY PASSION! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRONOS RENZOKUZEN CHAOS!!! A very happy birthday to myself :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! I am waiting a present from Henry :D WAITING WAITING WAITING~~~ can't wait for it... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-282112502785617357?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/282112502785617357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=282112502785617357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/282112502785617357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/282112502785617357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-year-to-be-teen.html' title='Last Year To Be Teen'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4469059241881739782</id><published>2009-01-10T19:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:05:49.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Days of B'day</title><content type='html'>Wow! What a coincidence... What's the coincidence about? Lol! I've two consecutive birthdays one after the other. Why is it two? Lol! I am a chinese so, usually we've two birthdays. One is according to the chinese calender while the other is according to the standard one. My b'date for chinese one is 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Lunar Month while standard one is 11&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Lunar Month falls on 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of January so, HAHAHAHAAHAHA!!! Happy birthday to me for TWO DAYS! This weekend is MINE!!! MWAHAHAHA! Though, not many actually know my chinese b'date. Even me myself lol! Till mother told me a few days ago that i've two consecutive b'days then only i realize lol! So, happy birthday to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's something i wrote specially for somebody~~~&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Light and Hope&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Light shone brightly upon us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the day where clouds gathered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivaciously we strive past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En route to places that mattered,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fantasize about our future,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only one route that will we venture,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Relieving our worries later,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En Garde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the) Venomous pain that blasts past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Echoes of ephony from a bard,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rescued me from my past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(not a good verse =.=")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through all the treachery,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beam of light shone past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rescuing me from delusions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving me a new vision,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will this vision ever last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated? I hope not... The result of the poem isnt really what i had in my mind though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what's for me tomorrow... Anyway, i woke up early today despite the fact that it's a Saturday. 0630 to be exact lol! to fetch B.I.L from Intel, his workplace. Hey! It seems that my driving skill isnt as bad as i thought. But then again, i do drive recklessly. Inexperienced but i actually drove up to 100KMH lol! Cause it's early in the morning and there isnt many cars around :P Kinda fun though, but lol! thank goodness i didnt lose control.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWiG4l-dfWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2v3iSLqqm8Q/s1600-h/DSC04487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWiG4l-dfWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2v3iSLqqm8Q/s320/DSC04487.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289626069171535202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A trip to Kedah's Park. Erm what's the name of the park?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh! Very funny one. It's called Lai Fa Gong Yuan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's pronouced as "Lai Fuck Gong Yuan". Lol! Literally, it means,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Come Fuck Garden". Or rather, that's what dad said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWiHmrq0bUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UWUJORBoz58/s1600-h/DSC04514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWiHmrq0bUI/AAAAAAAAAVs/UWUJORBoz58/s320/DSC04514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289626860973747522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I TOOK THIS! Stupid Dad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWiJsnZ_KfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JXsXYDElxc0/s1600-h/DSC04257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWiJsnZ_KfI/AAAAAAAAAV0/JXsXYDElxc0/s320/DSC04257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289629161931876850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND THIS! Hoong said it's imposible but i showed him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that i can do it :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4469059241881739782?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4469059241881739782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4469059241881739782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4469059241881739782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4469059241881739782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-days-of-bday.html' title='2 Days of B&apos;day'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWiG4l-dfWI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2v3iSLqqm8Q/s72-c/DSC04487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7786502220143720045</id><published>2009-01-09T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T18:57:41.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic</title><content type='html'>Phew...for the next few weeks, my life is gonna go terribly worse or so i think. I've got 2 assignments and 1 practical that needed to be passed up before CNY. One database normalization. Not really bad for this but well, sort of lazy to do Lew's works. Then, i've Data Structure and Algorithm's assignment. Which is to create a simple card game. I've decided to choose Blackjack as my project which requires some challenge as my AI need to be quite strong in order to make a perfect one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, so far i've only learn C++ and im quite in intermediate in that. Not till the stage of true OOP (object oriented programming) stage but well, not at novice stage either. One bad thing bout C++ is that there'll be no nice graphics and stuff like that. It's actually MS-Dos based so, kinda lame but in the same time, C++ are quite useful... Or so i think. I loooooooooooove Mr.Kevin's lessons and he's one of the Gods me myself declared throughout my student life so far. One of the other whom i declared as god is of course, David Ch'ng. Really respectable teachers. Sadly, i cant remember the other teacher who taught me from secondary 1 till secondary 3. Puan something...sigh....damn how could i forgot her name!!! Got school mag bt lazy wanna check..=.=" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then there's Web Programming's practical. Completed question 2 with minor bugs that has yet to be 'caught'. Ah! Damit! Got to go now, noisy Cat! Treating me like butler or smething. Ask me come down, then say don't need then later change her mind again. Damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-7786502220143720045?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7786502220143720045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7786502220143720045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7786502220143720045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7786502220143720045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/hectic.html' title='Hectic'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6259457092018939416</id><published>2009-01-07T08:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:57:33.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DROVE 'MY' CAR WITHOUT ANY ACCIDENT!</title><content type='html'>I was sort of a bit traumatized after i banged a pole, hit a car and hit another car. I thought that my driving skills sucks to the bottom so fine, i've managed to convince mother that i wouldn't want a bike license anymore. Sides, im kinda lazy to go to the driving school XD Anyway, Cat had just bought a car. She planned to buy Myvi or Viva in the first place and the reason she's gonna buy a car is cause she wanted me to play crushable-bumper car game. So, fine, it's her money and i was sponsored to play that crushable-bumper car. Instead, Chris and mother made her change her mind into buying a second hand Kancil instead. Fine with me... She said well, with my current driving skills, it ain't really cheap for me to play crushable-bumper car by using Myvi or Viva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kancil on the other hand, is cheap and well, if i were to actually bumped the car, the repair cost isnt that high and b'sides, her heart won't really crush that much since it's old mini Kancil right??? The car plate was like.... 'PEW' so...im gonna go with that the car is like...very old. Very, very old that is... Cannot resist to comment on the car. For starters, the passenger door couldn't be opened from inside. One of the side that is. Secondly, the radio is in the cassette form instead of CD form. Sigh....dissapointed. Third, the break is like...not very good. I need to press on it in order for the car to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Whatever it is, it's still a car right? Not bad for starters i guess. At least, haha! Smaller but better than Edward's i guess... Opps...he might be reading XD Doubt so. Anyway, HEY! I DIDNT CRUSH ANYTHING DESPITE THE FACT THAT IT'S TRAFFIC JAM!!! WOOHOO!!! Owh! On the other hand, my heart is melting...~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6259457092018939416?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6259457092018939416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6259457092018939416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6259457092018939416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6259457092018939416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-drove-my-car-without-any-accident.html' title='I DROVE &apos;MY&apos; CAR WITHOUT ANY ACCIDENT!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2380742889911996486</id><published>2009-01-06T22:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:24:48.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year??? o.O</title><content type='html'>Phew....why did i made an entry bout New Year after it had passed like....5 days ago? Let's see... i've exam on 27th of December then, followed by THE DAY AFTER NEW YEAR!!! Which is 2nd of January. Sigh.... What a torture, then, 5th of January, which is yesterday. This is the worse new year i ever had. Why??? This is the first time ever I DIDN'T GO CELEBRATE FOR NEW YEAR!!! Actually, a few of my friends and Edward invited me to celebrate or go somewhere but i rejected. Why? BECAUSE MY SISTERS TOLD ME WE'RE GOING OUT AT 0300HRs++ but sadly, they broke their promise =.=" Therefore, i ended up being ditched on the first day of the year itself and actually celebrated New Year with friends in Rappelzsea =.=".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let's forget bout those. Anyway, try to imagine, no celebration for you on New Year itself... Sigh...what a torture. Part of De Insane Team actually studied at McD on 1st of January. A bad place? Not really....crowded? Definitely! Then yesterday, the last day of exam. Not bad after all... The last paper was "Internet/Web Programming". Kinda cool actually but sort of very novice. Why? The questions was HTML based...and so, nothing much. Sadly, end of the term exam gonna include PHP and JAVA or something like that. Either it's JAVA or CSS. I would like to learn all though. Professor Goh a.k.a Keat Liang is having C# session with us starting today. Tomorrow, 4 hours of C# by Professor Goh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so pissed off with father today. I was blamed for shouting at him through the phone when what i did was talked politely. The first thing he came back from work was scold me straight in the face and saying that one of these day he will punch me or whack me for not showing him respect and such. Tell me bout it, when he shouted or screamed at me, what i did was kept quiet and just walk away and pretended nothing had happened. Pah! He's just like a smoker asking his son not to smoke. Idiotic and pathetic! Oh what the hell...like i'd care if you dare to punch or whack me. I am different now FYI. I hate being blamed for the things i didnt do and so of course, i shouted back and him and have some quarreling. Thankfully, mother was around when father called and talked to me on the phone. I've evidence while what he had was his self-created thoughts of me shouting at him. He didn't even said sorry or at least lower his voice for blaming me but instead he shouted and said 'YEAH YEAH YEAH! I AM WRONG NOW...YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU'RE ALWAYS RIGHT' in a cynical manner. Of course i got much more fired up and shouted even harder. As usual, mother will always ask me to talk no more but oh please, one of the worst thing i hated was being blamed. How could i shut up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tried to talk to me just now but sadly, my anger is still with me and i've decided that i wouldn't talk to him for a couple of days. If he scold me on why i ignored him, i'll simply say "Well, you said i shouted at you. So, it's best i keep quiet and therefore, i wouldnt be blamed for shouting and disrespecting you." Simple as that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, what's this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWNyJk7JQCI/AAAAAAAAAVM/erym1GX9MgQ/s1600-h/DSC04639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWNyJk7JQCI/AAAAAAAAAVM/erym1GX9MgQ/s320/DSC04639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288195896319229986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren boy actually scribbled on the wall. Why did he do so? LOL! He's imitating his teacher in the kindergarten. It's his second day at school and that's what he learned =.=" Drawing on the wall.... Actually, his imaginary mind told him that a pencil is a marker pen and the wall as a whiteboard =.=" That's why there's number 1, 2 and 3. I laughed my ass out when i saw what he did instead of punishing him. Of course mother scolded him and punished him a bit but mother understand that he's just imitating his teacher XD Why? Cause he told mother that his teacher taught him numbers today. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWNyJxLMmRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Xt5yMdyjYIg/s1600-h/DSC04641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 340px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWNyJxLMmRI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Xt5yMdyjYIg/s320/DSC04641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288195899607783698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told him to pull his ear and took this pic of him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why've i decided to change my MSN email? Look at the number of people online...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWN0XXo_hHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DcQ3Qh2QCF8/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 708px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWN0XXo_hHI/AAAAAAAAAVc/DcQ3Qh2QCF8/s1600/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, during 'peak' season as in weekends and holidays, the number of people might increase till 50++ which, is really bothersome. I don't have much friends i dare to say but then, sigh...there's too many rubbish people that added me from nowhere and it's irritating... I need to use the 'search' function to find my friends instead of looking through the 'Online' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, im wondering, am i being toyed by the upper forces or such. Why? It's been like...many many years already and it's still going on. Here i so called rejected a love life, there another appeared... Many times in like...2 years or such and it keeps going on. Said no to Seline and viola! Here comes a new one... Sigh....when will this ends? Oh yeah, Joo Annie is sad...wonder what can i do to cheer her up. She flunked her exam cause of problems like mine but the opposite of mine. Sigh...what can i do, what can i do???? Would like to comfort her but im not really close to her... Fraid she might resent me and stuff like that. Aint don't want those to happen... Especially when it comes to her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-2380742889911996486?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2380742889911996486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2380742889911996486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2380742889911996486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2380742889911996486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-oo.html' title='New Year??? o.O'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SWNyJk7JQCI/AAAAAAAAAVM/erym1GX9MgQ/s72-c/DSC04639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-1309860719762851728</id><published>2008-12-30T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:17:12.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exertion</title><content type='html'>I wonder how my family would be without me. They're like totally rely on me to run their chores and stuff... I am the mechanic, house maid and babysitter of the house. Other than that, i am also a chef from time to time. I got quite fed up of it today. Since i woke up, mother had already asked me to babysit for Renee and Darren while she did shopping. Reasonable enough because she dont shop often and the time she ever shop is the time she wanted to restock things. Okay fine, i babysit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She home about an hour later and oh yeah...father took leave since last Friday till next week. That means, annoying as it could be, he's home. It's not like i dislike him at home but he tend to be nuisance from time to time. I cant even have peace doing my stuff when he's home. With is totally bothersome... Then, there he is, fetching mother back from shopping and he came back with i dont know what that is but from what they said, it's sounds like 'iron key' or something. It's a tool to assemble and disassemble furniture. You see, Chris bought a queen size bed back..which costs her bout 1k++. I dont know where the hell did she get all the money from and she's like...a money maker or something. I've never ever seen her complain about not enough money and things like that. Then again, she does but it's always temporary. She has about 6 or so watches which she bought and NEVER or SELDOM wear them. i asked her why she bought so many watches... "For fun and as decoration". =.=" *faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, fine, back to 'iron key'. Father throw those 'iron key' to me once he's back. I asked him what for and one of the attitude i hate about his is he never tell me what he wanted me to do and so on... It's like... i-ask-you-come-and-you-must-come kind of way. Which, is very irritating. Of course i could've inquired further or even argued with him but then, sigh...for the sake of peace and mother, i just follow his orders. I dare to tell, if mother wasnt around, i wouldn't have behave to him this way. He told me, he just throw those keys to me for fun and wouldn't have need my help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah! In the end, who disassembled and keep those wooden furniture into storeroom? ME!!! What he was doing all the time? Chatting on phone, walking around, and SUPERVISING. I hate supervisors and i've scolded grandfather some number of times for that. If you've the mouth and the idea to do stuff, why not you become more hands on and keep your mouth shut? When we make a mistake, then they'll start grumble grumble and more grumbles. That's when my fire will come and started shouting at the supervisor. It's not my first time, so, i don't really mind. That's why i prefer hands on rather than supervising others. It's a pain in the arse for the one who were being supervised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay after that, i thought it's over. So back to my usual routine which is the one and only, COMPUTER and INTERNET!!! Sadly, it never happened... I was ordered around again and this time, is to re-babysit Renee. So, fine... i won't complain this cause it's a task from mother and not someone else. After about some time of babysitting and getting her to bed and stuff, BACK TO COMPUTER and INTERNET! Before i was able to get my office chair heated up, Chris were back and she started to complain saying how useless i was not helping mother and always sit in front of the computer and stuff like that. Of course it hurts me... But well, i just kept quiet and let her mumble. If she want to say how useless i am, then let's flashback to the time when she was 16 or so and i was like 12 or something... Let's see...when she was 16...did she ever cooked for the siblings while parents were not home? Did she ever do house chores when parents were not home? Did she like...wash some cloths when parents were not home? NOOOOO or rather, unless miracle happens, it's VERY SELDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then let's see what was i doing when i was 12 shall we? Oh oh! Let's go back even further back... I learned how to cook rice when i was 10 and i learned how to cook eggs and things like that later on. I learned how to do house chores when i am only 12 and i learned to cook more stuff or rather, i learned how to cook some of my favourite foods with total success. I started cleaning the house when i was 12++ in the times where parents are still working. How bout her? She's 22 now and did she know how to cook? I really really really doubt so. The best thing she can cook are eggs and instant noodles. She tried to cook rice... FAILED, turned to porridge instead... french fries...FAILED, nice blackly burned french fries... nuggets...FAILED, same like french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i am useless or she is??? Nevertheless, she treat me quite well too... Just that she and her hurling words... XD Guess what? My anger had vanished and i dont know what to complain anymore. Why is it so? I actually stopped writing and went down to take my KFC and came back up again XD While writing, i am also eating...haha... Late dinner... XD Too busy... Mother hasnt eat yet too... Oh yeah, before i end, there's a simple hierarchy in my house. It's sort of like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;↓&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searched up on the net for the sake of the arrow ascii code....but found HTML arrow code instead =.=" Anyway, both mother and me are on the same rank cause basically, i help her, she help me and so on. But never the other way round. We're always the 'servants' of theirs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-1309860719762851728?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1309860719762851728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=1309860719762851728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1309860719762851728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1309860719762851728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/exertion.html' title='Exertion'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6379130132398404045</id><published>2008-12-28T00:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T01:33:49.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Chris and Cat departs to KL earlier today. Whole family actually went out quite early to attend relative's 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; b'day. When we were there, we thought it is buffet dinner as being told by her parents. So, mother actually packed a red packet worth of RM100 for the girl. We showed up in her house and guess what...it turned out to be... HOME COOK BUFFET!!! I was like.... WTH!? Me and Cat was totally stunned... Homemade buffet??? I am so speechless... Before i went to the bday, i already told mother, i will never ever wanted a birthday party when i am 21 years old. PLEASE, dont make one for me. I prefer to live my life quietly rather than making it like a big deal to be 21 years old and stuff like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too old fashion i think. We siblings never ever wanted a 21 y.o. bday at all! We find it quite ridiculous... So what? It's just another birthday... Maybe with the fact that you're so called obtained total freedom. Anyway, i was totally disappointed with the buffet dinner. I thought wow i am so hungry and im gonna eat till my stomach burst(hyperbole). It turned up to be fried bee hoon, fried won ton, brocolli with button mushroom, hot dogs, nuggets and some curry chicken stuff which was cooked by my aunt. I dont really mind eating all these but we came with such an empty stomach craving for some cheap delicacies and swtz...it turned out to be something which i eat daily if i wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really wondering, why do people wanted to invite the whole family members just for a single girl's annual birthday? It's not like it's once in a lifetime stuff. It's true you'll only age 21 once in a lifetime but what differences is it between the other birthdays? Anyway, WHOLE family members is not little such as 20 to 30 people or such. WHOLE family members in my Oung family = 200++ to 300++ if all attend. That's why i said it's quite ridiculous... Pity the parents of the girl though, or rather, my aunt and uncle. They've to cook and cook and serve the family members all the time... Oh! One more thing, these aunt of mine likes to show off and maybe that's why she actually said for it to be buffet dinner which turned out to be homemade buffet dinner. Whatever it is, one word, RIDICULOUS. Maybe im selfish or rude in this sense but i really find it ridiculous to actually make a party for that reason... and to invite all family members for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i cant wait for January. Why? WIMAX IS COMING TO PENANG ON JANUARY!!! AND I AM GOING TO SUBSCRIBE! YES, I AM GOING TO SUBSCRIBE!!! I tested the connection on speedtest.com during their roadshow on PC Fair and whoa i tell you, it's much better than streamyx's 4mbps connection. Anyway, my seniors do tell me that sooner or later, Wimax is going to crumble as in the connection are going to be slowed down. I really hope that does not happen. I am wondering, Wimax uses microwave technology and microwave is like...around the air isnt it? Will the connection eventually become congested or something? Anyway, Wimax stands for Worldwide Interoperability for Microwave Access. Like the name itself said, MICROWAVE and that's why i am really wondering, will it actually be congested? Since it's through air/space as a medium instead of cable and therefore, the information are like...flying around the air right??? So, will there be collision of data or something???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.speedtest.net/result/306500922.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.speedtest.net/result/306500922.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look!!! LOOK AT THE SPEED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2764556631_3fe5289d36.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3086/2764556631_3fe5289d36.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am getting one of this fat thingy. In the near future, they'll release the pendrive type though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6379130132398404045?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6379130132398404045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6379130132398404045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6379130132398404045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6379130132398404045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7627402408028953738</id><published>2008-12-27T03:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:01:16.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictable</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, i have the feeling that i am the man of the family instead of father. For one reason, i do all the houseworks. Like repairing pipes, changing light bulbs and so on. Basically, the "every single day routine" of father is wake up, work, home, watch tv, sleep. NEVER EVER help mother unless he mother whined or argued with him. He has acrophobia so, maybe im fine with the changing light bulb thing. But, HE'S TOO DEPENDANT ON ME! It should be the opposite but it seems to me, it doesn't work that way in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single easy stuff which only requires a few moment of twinkling or thinking have to be solved by me. For instance, the television cannot work for some reason. He didnt even bother checking for solutions. The first thing he did was "Eh? Why cannot work? WILLIAM!!!!". I always tried to ignore him but he's persistent and although he knows that i always feel annoyed when somebody call me to do simple stuff, he still do so! Pah! And yet he said he understand all of us. What a lame thing to say. No human can ever understand one another... That's why argument exists. Other than that, he thought he's the boss of everyone. He thought he paid for that particular something and everybody should listen to him. Bah! It's true he paid for Astro and he paid for the Internet but even so, you don't need to have such a rude attitude to say something like... "Ei...wat time izit now? U dono wat time ar? Dono how to change to sports channel ar?" or "Ei...wat day is today??? U dono how to open 4d2u ar?". 4d2u is that stupid lottery website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people would just like to try their luck on these kind of stuff. And they just cant learn from these kind of things. Sigh...dont wanna elaborate any further... No mood wanna talk bout him. Then again, he's an okay everyday father but he's not the father of my dream or anything near it. My dream father had died... Or i should say, my father had died. Why would i say such a rude thing? It's cause, i miss my time when i was younger and he was a much nicer, more complete father. As we grow, things just got worse and worse till this stage where he even said so himself, i have not much respect towards him. Not gonna elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me see... Who's dependent on me? For starter, father of course and ah!!! There's Chris and Cat! There's also mother! Whoops, isnt that the whole family of mine? YEAH IT IS! At least Chris, Cat and mother did something for me in return. Sisters are going KL tomorrow and they were out the whole day. When they came back and see me, i've predicted what they're gonna ask me to do. So, haha....im not surprised. Im wondering if there's a day where they'll come home and say something like "Hello little bro" or "How's your day little bro?". The first moment they came home and saw me, it was "HEY! i need you to charge my MP3", "Hey, i need you to transfer games into PSP", "Hey, have you inserted songs into my iPod?" and "Hey, i need my bag". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already know what they were gonna ask and lol! I've prepared everything. I've inserted songs into Cat's iPod, charge Chris's mp3 and transfered games into laptop which are going to be transfered to their PSPs later on. Basically, i am their everyday guy. Chris even told me, if i am not her brother, she would've date me. I was like... =.=" Yuck! Date my own sister... =.=" Thankfully, she leave me alone... She likes to purposely disturb young male relatives. To be exact, my cousins, Nicholas, Kenneth and Jackie. She will always go up to them and ask for funny kisses and hug them or sometimes, 'rape' them XD Everything is just for fun and we really enjoy it. But thankfully, she dont do that on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that i am their personal servants, they treat me equally well too. They loved me very much and always 'donate' their unwanted goods to me. XD I am their rubbish collector. They don't want mp3, it'll be for me. They don't want PSP, then it's mine again and so on and so fourth. During the period when we were growing, we were constantly fighting and when i say fighting, it's literally fighting. We punch each other, kicks and lol! There's even once where i accidentally strangled Chris and he actually grabbed my groin. Ouch... Then again, adrenaline rush made us forget about the pain and we go on fighting. Chris even tried to strangle Cat when we were younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat actually choked and coughed but of course Chris got scolded and all. Despite that, we actually laughed about how Cat was choked and coughed and so on. It's quite funny... Of course thankfully Chris came to sense before she actually choke Cat to death. That's why we learn that anger management is important. Instead of we scolding Chris and hating her, we just think of it as a lesson. Look at the bright side they say...and it's true. That's why i am usually a happy go lucky type of person even though from time to time, i am depressed or sad. Usually, i wear a mask to cover my own sadness :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay a lil bit bout mother. Why is she dependent on me? BABYSITTING. When she's not home, it's up to me to clean the house. Yes, i do the sweeping/vacuuming and mopping. Sometimes, i even do the plate washing or whatever you call that as. Chris and Cat doesnt even bother if the house were super dirty but i just can't take it. Too many hairs on the floor with dusts and a few specks for tiny rubbishes. My relatives call me "nai pa" which means "Panny" (a term i made up for "male nanny") in Mandarin. They say something like "Nai Pa come ady". =.=" I know the ins and outs of single child i've ever took care of except the newborn Renee. That's why, Darren boy can't escape his lies and mischievousness from me. And there's Shu Vern!!! ARGH! Soooooooooooo cute now. She's still a very dirty freak like last time but she's very cubby and super cute ^.^ You know, she's so dirty until the state where she POOP when she's asleep! Sadly, no pics of her... She's coming on SUNDAY!!! WHICH MEANS, TOMORROW!!! Cant wait for her to come... Ah...even my new collegemates/friends know i loooooooooooove babies very very very very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go McD, buy toys for kids. Go shopping, browse children's department and so on. Haha...i do really hope for a child of my own ASAP. Then again, i am still quite young to be responsible for a child. So, it's best for them that i do not have them yet. I hope that i did not make stupid mistakes by having sex or something and poof! A baby is born! I do really want to stabilize my life before i have a baby. Marriage maybe, but there'll only be a child when i've the ability to give them a good life. I do not want my child to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Look at the time! 0400 soon! I've got Computer Network mid term exam at 0900 =.=" GTG now...anyway, i dislike this subject. It's confusing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-7627402408028953738?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7627402408028953738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7627402408028953738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7627402408028953738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7627402408028953738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/predictable.html' title='Predictable'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2904353927686720555</id><published>2008-12-22T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T15:14:51.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AstalaVista!!?</title><content type='html'>Phew so, finally, i've successfully installed Vista. But, while im typing, my laptop is still under configuration or rather, installing and doing file transfers. THANK GOODNESS that i persuaded mother hardly to let me buy an external hard disk. It proved to be very useful for more than one occasion. Chris was the one who sort of object me buying it because they said it's expensive and it's useless. Guess what? She herself is 'renting' space on my external hard disk. Of course by renting, i do not mean to charge her or anything. Im not that evil to charge my own sister money for a couple of gigabytes. Or rather, about 12 GBs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so what's the pros and cons i found installing Vista?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pros:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Nice interface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Flexible GUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Confusing, very different from XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Annoying UAC (User Administrator Control)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Annoying features&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Installing and file transfer takes longer time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Buggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Very buggy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supper buggy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Irritatingly buggy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, conclusion, only the graphics and the GUI which are interesting. This is the only reason i actually even bother to install Vista. Luckily, for me , the cons failed to prevent me from installing Vista. Unluckily, for Bill Gates and Microsoft, they've lost a few hundred or if im nt mistaken, it's thousands of RM from me. Or i should say, i owe Bill Gates/ Microsoft a few Ks. XD Anyway, i always dislike reformatting and although this is actually the second time im doing it, i hated it already. It's like... you're moving to a new house and you've to move your furnitures and install new Astro, telephone line, tell other ppl your location, change addresses on ICs and related stuff and so on. SOOOOOOOOOO many things to do. And last of all, you've to repaint your house or in this case, you've to reconfigure your profile and stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Opps....got to go. Anyway, YEAH!!! I CAN READ DORAEMON MANGA ONLINE! IT'S AVAILABLE ALREDY!!! After so many years of searching, i finally found it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ringingear.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/doraemon_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 520px;" src="http://ringingear.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/doraemon_friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-2904353927686720555?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2904353927686720555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2904353927686720555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2904353927686720555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2904353927686720555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/astalavista.html' title='AstalaVista!!?'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-161034421649907516</id><published>2008-12-20T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T15:41:08.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vista</title><content type='html'>All these while, i was using Windows XP on laptop instead of Windows Vista. Due to frustration towards Mei Yin who DOESNT WANT TO BRING RECOVERY DISK FOR ME despite the fact that i called and called her for A WEEK!!! Ok fine....so i seek my friends and they introduced me to Vista. Was relunctant cause i've had some bad experiences with Vista quite some time ago when Vista was just released. Full of bugs and stuff... But, well, they sort of persuaded me or rather, convinced me that it's ok to use Vista. So, i installed Vista Ultimate Premium and HEY! IT LOOKS REALLY COOL!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, =.=" after wasting 2 - 3 hours ++ installing, reconfiguring and learning the basic of Vistas, (yeah...XP and Vista is sort of different), i just realize.... i installed Vista IN WRONG PARTITION!!! The partition which consist of Vista HAS ONLY 10 GB!!! OMFG! So, i've to reinstall again. But not today....the dvd Liang gave me doesnt seem to work... Maybe cause my laptop memang &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lao eiah d.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Overall, Vista is nice. Maybe cause it's Ultimate Premium or something like that. But sadly, i hate the UAC...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-161034421649907516?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/161034421649907516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=161034421649907516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/161034421649907516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/161034421649907516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/vista.html' title='Vista'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-2016393502068664858</id><published>2008-12-19T09:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:18:34.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know....sometimes, i can cope with my lecturer but sometimes, it's kinda hard to cope with him. He's like...i dont know....maybe one of the weirdest teacher i've ever faced in my entire education life. He's a good teacher but sadly, i dislike his teaching style. Yes, it's good but he wasted too much time on something... It is true that certain things he gave are hard and maybe meaningful but sadly, i dont really appreciate it because we, as the students should also do our part to study by ourselves instead of them spoon feeding us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, he's wastes 1/2 hour standing in front and expect a respond from us towards the questions he asked.... He does teached me a lot of things but sadly, i dont really understand his lessons. One of the reason is cause he likes to ask questions without giving answers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-2016393502068664858?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/2016393502068664858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=2016393502068664858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2016393502068664858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/2016393502068664858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-5045395409494220371</id><published>2008-12-18T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:51:49.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulation!</title><content type='html'>Gratz to Sebas for getting score 6 in Singapore O-Level examination!!! Don't put yourself in a hard situation. Do know that your "best 3" scores is just 3 marks away from the best ones. They're 3 and you're 6. At least you're not 10++ right? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've managed to get into secondary 5 and congratz for that!!! Your dream to go Poly is one step ahead! At least you dont need to go to National Service on dont know what island infested with ghost yet, right??? Cheer up ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-5045395409494220371?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5045395409494220371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=5045395409494220371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5045395409494220371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5045395409494220371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/congratulation.html' title='Congratulation!'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-295119741395488580</id><published>2008-12-15T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:50:09.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/1,000,000,000 of a Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a37_atomic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 522px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a37_atomic1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a37_atomic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a37_atomic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a37_atomic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a37_atomic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are these three old pictures about? It is actually an atomic explosion!!! Im totally amazed at the picture which were captured....and try to imagine...i takes you, 1/1,000,000,000 of a second which is equivalent to 1 of a BILLIONTH second to capture the image! And whoa...the explosion is so....roundish... The pictures were taken by a guy named, Harold Edgerton. If im not mistaken, from what i've googled, his name is Professor Harold Eugene "Doc" Edgerton. Guess what? He died exactly a week before i was born!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-295119741395488580?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/295119741395488580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=295119741395488580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/295119741395488580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/295119741395488580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/11000000000-of-second.html' title='1/1,000,000,000 of a Second'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-1704447364153292382</id><published>2008-12-15T00:44:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T02:18:50.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provocation / O- Level</title><content type='html'>I just realize more or less, i am good at this... Yesterday or two days ago, i wrote "Commencing Xamaria Operation" or something like that on MSN. The purpose of this operation is to tip off someone's anger and let that guy like...resign from his current post... It was assigned by someone to me and wow...i find it quite nice and yet another opportunity to test my ability. It seems to me, it totally works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works like a charm and sweatz...the person basically trying to struggle with words and stuff like that... I had a good time scolding that person for the sake of well, completing this operation... I didnt scold in  an anger manner but more towards irking that person. I answered every single questions of his in a sarcastic manner with the extra of correcting him and...in the same time, making fun of him until he twisted his own words... It's really fun but it's KARMA!!! Then again, it's something which i seldom did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, just before i wrote on this blog, i was playing Rappelzsea. I am using a female character named Artermis. I am using a female char simply because well, girls are much more famous and get much more attention rather than using a male character. On top of that, female char usually obtains gifts from those 'chee ko' guys. A lil bit of flirting and those virtual XOXO (kisses and hugs) will make their heart go... "Ahhh~~~" and the "she love me, she love me not" attitude. But of course there are clever guys too who didnt believe i am a girl... Despite so, i still have my secret technique to letting them believe that i am a girl... It works like a charm alllll the time... Wahaha...even gaming requires techniques. Cunning but well, it's virtual...so basically i bear no guilt. There really are girls who play games and one of them is Chris but then again, just to be safe, i never ever believe every single virtual girl i met especially the flirty ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok what actually happened today really makes me laugh like mad. This guy named 'SoulHate' pm-ed me and i responded the question with a total sense of humor which of course, tipped him off XD. I named myself after the Greek Goddess of the Wild, Artermis cause well, i am using a female archer which, suits the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: Hello, where u frm?&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: Earth&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: Seriously, where u frm?&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: I told you! I am from Earth. If i am not from earth, then where am i from? Mercury? Venus?&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: I think i know you.&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: Sadly, i dont know you.&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: I got a friend...are you my friend?&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: No, i dont have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a few minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: R u raymond?&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: No??? I am a girl and do u noe any girl by the name of Raymond? i don think so rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*another few minutes later*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: Where u stay?&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: Home...or to be exact, a house...&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: ^&amp;amp;*^%^&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after some time*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: So, anymore question?&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: If u tink my question funny, i don wan ask nemore&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: Oh i am sorry but your question just arent specific enough&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: I friendly and gt mny frens but u first rude person i met wif no frens&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: Oh! You are the first person i've ever met with funny english&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: OKok, then, I AM SORRY i talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Artermis: Hate to burst your bubbles but, i do have many friends in this game&lt;br /&gt;SoulHate: *further cursing*&lt;br /&gt;*end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!!! I tipped him off till he said sorry to me =.=" I guess that's how annoying i am XD I really hope this is not becoming another habit of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUU9fQeMRqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/a9wQr4Vt2Jo/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUU9fQeMRqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/a9wQr4Vt2Jo/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279693745368614562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Google Chrome browser... Damn efficient but not really stable yet. Still on beta phase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simple web page, TOOK ME 5 HOURS TO COMPLETE!!! It looks really really really really easy...and when i saw the mini assignment, i told myself...what the heck...such and easy stuff... But then, whoa! When i started doing, lol! It's kinda hard... Not hard in the sense of writing... I can write the codes easily. The hard part is the proper LOGIC and the debugging part. I've got to make nested tables and correct sequencing of the values and stuff like that... Now i know why my lecturer says "Sometimes, it'll take us days to make debugging" OR "Sometimes, you need a few days to figure the right algorithm and implement it".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O- Level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I jz realize that Singapore education system is efficient. Why do i say so? Well, my friends had just taken their exams like....last month or something. And guess what? He's gonna get his result this Thursday, 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of December... He's very anxious of course.... Who doesnt? Well, maybe those slacking or so-called losers students don't care. I am really surprised that they can get their results so fast.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even for SPM in our country, whoa! It takes like 3 months or so to get our result... If they wanted to compare quantity, it's true that Sg has less students compare to ours but think about it... Malaysia has more teachers and schools too compared to Sg isnt it? Yet, we need to wait for like...3 months or so to obtain our result...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, best of luck to Sebastian and Guan Hui. You guys can do it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-1704447364153292382?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1704447364153292382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=1704447364153292382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1704447364153292382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1704447364153292382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/provocation.html' title='Provocation / O- Level'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUU9fQeMRqI/AAAAAAAAAUs/a9wQr4Vt2Jo/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-519858674796549354</id><published>2008-12-14T03:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:40:12.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artificial Dream</title><content type='html'>I've experimented this on myself a few years ago but i've never had test subjects. Now that i do, and tested on it...and it seems that these artificial dreams do WORKS!!! Basically, my test speciment, Mr. Sebastian is still undergoing the experiment phase but, i've a confirmation from another one of my friend, that it does work!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He too had experienced that himself and although i didnt tell him the actual steps to create artificial dreams, HE TOLD ME THE EXACT STEPS I WOULD'VE TOLD HIM himself!!! And to confirm on that, i asked him for the after effect and once again....IT IS THE SAME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... how to make artificial dreams....well, i'll post that next time... But one dangerous thing about artificial dream is that it might causes a person to go suicide OR under depression. That's two of the possibilities we've found so far based on our own experiences. Yes, i do tested this on myself and my friend too tested it on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, both of us had never revealed this to anyone but i've decided to share it among my friends. Though, i am not sure if others had discovered this or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, i will tell you guys if you guys never know about this... I do hope that this is a big discovery where Scientists/ doctors all over the world had never known this but, well, the possibilities are not big i guess... Since my friend discovered this himself so, im sure others had discovered this too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i really hope it's a big discovery :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a few interesting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REAL CAKE&lt;/span&gt; photos from one of my favourite website...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 272px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c15.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tyre Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 345px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c13.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Construction Cake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 228px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heineken anybody?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 665px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now you know how Eiffel Tower looks like...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 154px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Money Money~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 238px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anybody wants a edible Mini Mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 312px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only gamblers will want this cake XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 269px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c9.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Map of India&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 235px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laptopz COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 277px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Money machine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 388px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 317px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scorpion cake. BEWARE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 455px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this London Bridge or Golden Gate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 199px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Specially made for medical nerds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 230px;" src="http://63.134.213.184/_media/imgs/articles/a293_c1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NIKON!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-519858674796549354?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/519858674796549354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=519858674796549354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/519858674796549354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/519858674796549354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/artificial-dream.html' title='Artificial Dream'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-5401113459376163069</id><published>2008-12-11T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:50:13.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crime Fighting and Health Technology of The Next Generation</title><content type='html'>Yet again, i've gotten another news from of course, non other than Yahoo! It seems that nowadays, more and more of these news are 'eye catching'. So, what's up with the crime fighting and health technology? From what i read in the news, a single fingerprint actually provides MORE information than a simple print itself. It tells the history of what you touched and so on based on the residue of the substance(s). Anyway sadly, it tells a bit too much information about us which well, it's like even your own fingerprint will causes problem for you... Especially when you're doing something bad and they sort of like...can trace it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dec. 10, 2008 -- A careless touch could be all police or insurance companies need to determine not only your identity, but also your past drug use, if you've fired a gun or handled explosives, even specific medical conditions.&lt;br /&gt;"A fingerprint is only good to identify a criminal if you already have their fingerprint on file," said David Russell, a professor at the University of East Anglia, who, along with Pompi Hazarika, helped developed the new technique, reported in the German journal, Angewandte Chemie. "This will give police new tools to help discover that identity."&lt;br /&gt;For decades forensic scientists have dusted fingerprints with magnetic particles to reveal the hidden swirls and curls that differentiate each person on the planet. The iron oxide particles attach themselves to the tiny bits of water, minerals, and oils that accumulate on the fingers as they touch various objects and other parts of the body.&lt;br /&gt;The new technique attaches the iron oxide particles to antibodies and suspends them both in a liquid solution, which is then drizzled over a fingerprint. If the chemical that a specific antibody targets is present, the molecules latch onto it and glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the scientists can detect five different drugs: THC (marijuana), cocaine, nicotine, methadone and a derivative of methadone. Other drugs, particularly opium-based drugs like heroine or morphine, should also be detectable, since antibodies already exist for them as well.&lt;br /&gt;Drugs aren't the only chemicals the new tests could detect. Cancer, diabetes, heart disease and other medical conditions produce specific chemicals also secreted in sweat and oil. By tweaking the antibodies on the particles, forensic scientists could test for a variety of medical conditions. This could help police track down a suspect by, say, watching the local kidney dialysis clinic if the suspect has kidney failure.&lt;br /&gt;On the other side, prosecutors could also use additional fingerprint information to convict criminals, or defenders could use it to help keep clients out of jail. If a fingerprint has the antibodies for, say, a genetic disease that a client doesn't have, a defender could use that information to raise doubts about the prosecutor's case.&lt;br /&gt;The new fingerprint analysis doesn't only monitor the body's internal environment. It also reveals external information. If a person fires a gun or has handled explosive material, trace amounts of those chemicals are left on the hand, which can then be detected if the person leaves a fingerprint.&lt;br /&gt;"I think this is quite important," said Graham Cooks, a professor of chemistry at Purdue University who does similar work. "Now you get the connection between the identity of the individual, through the physical fingerprint, and particular compounds, which are associated with the virtual fingerprint."&lt;br /&gt;The technique will certainly help police gain more information about criminals, but there are privacy concerns for law abiding citizens, said Cooks.&lt;br /&gt;"If I come to your office and leave a fingerprint on your desk, you now have a biomedical sample of me," said Cooks. "You can then proceed to find out as much information about me as you want," from what lotion you used that morning to what drugs you did last night.&lt;br /&gt;Researches won't speculate on when the new fingerprint analysis will be commercially available to police departments or how expensive a commercial version will be. But they do say it will have to pass several tests to ensure the system doesn't produce false positives, or that a person who, for instance, didn't do drugs comes across as testing positive for cocaine.&lt;br /&gt;"It'll be pretty cheap, but still more expensive than using normal magnetic powder," said Russell. "We envision that this would first be used for serious or high profile crimes like rape or murder."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-5401113459376163069?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5401113459376163069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=5401113459376163069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5401113459376163069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5401113459376163069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/crime-fighting-and-health-technology-of.html' title='Crime Fighting and Health Technology of The Next Generation'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4534009409570810687</id><published>2008-12-10T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:17:48.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deception</title><content type='html'>Today i've been hitted with yet another not so pleasant news in my life. It might be pleasant to others perhaps but not really me... One of them is that there's a group of people who are actually discussing about me. Not in a bad backstab way neither gossiping but they're actually planning to put me in a higher position or something...or rather, what one of them told me is, 'potential leader'. Of course i WHAT THE HELLed but to think that i am to lead a bunch of people? I am not sure... I can lead if i wanted to but the problem is, i am very BAAAAAAAAAD in job delegation. Most of the time, i just suck everything up and well, of course my group will have a nice time relaxing etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the other situation, during class, i was appointed group leader =.=" for a mini assignment in Database System. So fine, im the minority and they voted me....so i suck it up. Then it was the time where Mr.Lew assesses each and every one of us. I was like Mr. Professor Goh, sucking everything up and practically doing the job by ourselves. He started to comment on Professor Goh saying he shouldnt do so etc etc and when it's my turn i thought he was gonna say the same... but then =.=" He talks about Raziman saying all he did was staring at the screen and of course i defended him saying he did provide me some idea. I should've kept quiet... Why? He said that is the criteria of a good leader....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a weird guy i think. For one reason, i've my own urm....perception. I dislike being praised neither do i like being looked upon like an idol or a god. I prefer to be myself...live in a humble life... Of course i would like to be appreciated from time to time but not to the extend of letting the whole wide world know about it. Appreciate as in the form of like...acknowledge my existence or something like that. well, i said this cause basically certain people in my life sort of like...doesnt know that i existed. (relatively speaking) And that really hurts... To treat someone like they're my own family but in the end, they just treat me like a tool. I do not wish for like...payback or anything alike on the deeds i did on someone but all i ask is for acknowledgment instead of dumping me aside... That's all i asks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give what i take and i believe there's no such thing as one way route. It's like...i share with you my knowledge and i expect something in return. Well, at least that's my concept... But it's the opposite way... I do not expect people to return something to me but i expect myself to pay whatever thing i learnt from others...one way or another... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last time, i do realize that if i push people hard enough, i can bend their will towards mine indirectly. Not that i have that kind of supernatural power but it's just that sometimes, i've the mouth to convince people to change their mind. I do not know if i am hallucinating or im just dreaming but so far, i've quite some incident where i was sort of like... evil and used them to well, gain benefits on myself. It's not exactly a nice way to do so but then... sigh...it's like im developing this bad habit and nowadays, im using people more and more often. Well, not to the extend of everyday or every single occasion but it's like...maybe when i need to go somewhere or i needed something and i will 'bend' their mind indirectly. Sigh.... i hope this doesnt turn into a habit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4534009409570810687?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4534009409570810687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4534009409570810687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4534009409570810687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4534009409570810687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/deception.html' title='Deception'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-511501586111986792</id><published>2008-12-10T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:12:29.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes</title><content type='html'>Nowadays im visiting Cari forum more and more often. To my delight, they've just started the English version not long ago and therefore, i was one of the first or second batch member i guess... Anyway, i visited the "LOL" section of the forum which consists of jokes of course... Here's a few that i would like to remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another problem with the pictures....i always have to resize the pic...but well, i'll make exception to this entry....too many pictures and im lazy to read those XML codes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Confession Booth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman takes a lover home during the day, while her husband is at work. Unbeknownst to her, her 9 year old son was hiding in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband comes home unexpectedly, so she puts the lover in the closet with the little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little boy says, "Dark in here."&lt;br /&gt;The man says, "Yes it is."&lt;br /&gt;Boy- "I have a baseball."&lt;br /&gt;Man- "That's nice."&lt;br /&gt;Boy- "Want to buy it?"&lt;br /&gt;Man- "No, thanks."&lt;br /&gt;Boy- "My dad's outside."&lt;br /&gt;Man- "OK, how much?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy- "$250."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few weeks, it happens again that the boy and the mom's lover are in the closet together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy- "Dark in here."&lt;br /&gt;Man- "Yes, it is."&lt;br /&gt;Boy- "I have a baseball glove."&lt;br /&gt;The lover, remembering the last time, asks the boy, "How much?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy- "$750."&lt;br /&gt;Man- "Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, the father says to the boy, "Grab your glove. Let's go outside and toss the baseball back and forth."&lt;br /&gt;The boy says, "I can't. I sold them."&lt;br /&gt;The father asks, "How much did you sell them for?"&lt;br /&gt;The son says "$1,000."&lt;br /&gt;The father says, "That's terrible to overcharge your friends like that.&lt;br /&gt;That is way more than those two things cost. I'm going to take you to church and make you confess."&lt;br /&gt;They go to church and the father makes the little boy sit in the confession booth and he closes the door.&lt;br /&gt;The boy says, "Dark in here."&lt;br /&gt;The priest says, "Don't start that sh*t again."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Facts That Makes You LOL!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 22px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14px;"&gt;1. You can name all the players from the the English Premier League,  but ask you to name one football player from Malaysia , one name also cannot come out.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;2. When StreamyX come, you complain StreamyX too slow. When Maxis Broadband come, you complain Maxis Broadband always disconnects. When WiMax come, you complain &lt;br /&gt;Wimax too expensive. In the end, you say StreamyX still the best lah.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When toll price increase, you complain. When petrol price increase, you complain. When you go Starbucks buy RM10 coffee, NO COMPLAINTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you cannot find parking in a shopping mall and have to walk very far, you complain. When you go inside the shopping mall and there's SALE , run from one end of 1Utama to the other also NO COMPLAINTS.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You always talk about where to find the best Hokkien mee or another makan when you meet each other.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are always late. And the excuse you give when you're late is always either: (a) traffic jam (b) no transport or (c) cannot find  parking.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You have a parent who force you to take science stream in high school, study engineering in Uni, then when you graduate, they ask you to forget everything you learnt in Uni and do commerce.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You know someone who can specially develop an angmoh accent when speaking to a American / British / Australian.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You complain against the government in kopitiam, you talk loud  loud. Leave anonymous comments on blogs, you also talk loud loud. Attend ceremah by DAP, you shout loud loud. Then when Opposition organise a protest and ask you to go, you dun wan. S&lt;span href="tag.php?name=car" onclick="tagshow(event)" class="t_tag" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; cursor: pointer; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); white-space: nowrap; "&gt;car&lt;/span&gt;ed later kena  tangkap by ISA.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Every year on the 30th April, you are one of the people below queueing up last minute to submit your tax return at the IRB.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.When you pay RM10 for something that costs RM1, you blame the Chinese.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When a government service is too slow, you blame the Malays.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When a building is not good and collapsed, you blame the Indians.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. When a Chinese student won a scholarship, you say 'Wah! Very  Clever, hor?' When a Malay student won a scholarship, you say 'Aiya! Of course lah! He Malay mah!'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When an angmoh stranger kiss you on the cheek to say hello, you very happy. When a Malaysian guy kiss you on the cheek to say hello,  you slap him.............Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 22px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ah Beng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if this oredi existed. I checked previous pages, but couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng bought a new mobile.&lt;br /&gt;        He sent a message to everyone from his Phone Book &amp;amp; said,&lt;br /&gt;        'My Mobile No. Has changed.&lt;br /&gt;        Earlier it was Nokia 3310. Now it is 6610'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ======&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : I am a Proud, coz my son is in Medical College.&lt;br /&gt;        Friend: Really, what is he studying.&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng: No, he is not studying, they are Studying him.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ===&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : Doctor, in my dreams, I play football every night.&lt;br /&gt;        DR: Take this tablet, you will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : Can I take tomorrow, tonight is final game.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ====&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : If I die, will u remarry?&lt;br /&gt;        Wife: No! I'll stay with my sister. But if I die will u remarry?&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : No, I'll also stay with your sister.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ==&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : People consider me as a 'GOD'&lt;br /&gt;        Wife: How do you know??&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : When I went to the Park today, everybody said,&lt;br /&gt;        Oh GOD! U have come again.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ====&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng complained to the police: 'Sir, all items are missing,&lt;br /&gt;        except the TV in my house.'&lt;br /&gt;        Police: 'How the thief did not take TV?'&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : 'I was watching TV news...'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ==&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng comes back 2 his car &amp;amp; find a note saying 'Parking Fine'&lt;br /&gt;        He Writes a note and sticks it to a pole 'Thanks for complement.'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ======&lt;br /&gt;        How do you recognize Ah Beng in School?&lt;br /&gt;        He is the one who erases the notes from the book when the teacher erases&lt;br /&gt;        the board.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ========&lt;br /&gt;        Once Ah Beng was walking he had a glove on one hand and not on other.&lt;br /&gt;        So the man asked him why he did so. He replied that the weather forecast&lt;br /&gt;        announced that on one hand it would be cold and on the other hand it would&lt;br /&gt;        be hot.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ==&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng in a bar and his cellular phone rings. He picks it up and&lt;br /&gt;        Says 'Hello, how did you know I was here?'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ===&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : Why are all these people running?&lt;br /&gt;        Man - This is a race, the winner will get the cup&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng - If only the winner will get the cup, why others running?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= ===&lt;br /&gt;        Teacher: 'I killed a person' convert this sentence into future tense&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : The future tense is 'u will go to jail'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= =====&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng told his servant: 'Go and water the plants!'&lt;br /&gt;        Servant: 'It's already raining.'&lt;br /&gt;        Ah Beng : 'So what? Take an umbrella and go.'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;        ============ ========= ========= ========= ========= =====&lt;br /&gt;        A man asked Ah Beng why Ahmad Badawi goes walking in the Evening and not&lt;br /&gt;        in the morning Ah Beng replied Ahmad Badawi is PM not AM&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen this joke quite some time ago but it's actually nice to actually see/read it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse;   line-height: 19px; font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h2  style="word-wrap: break-word; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: normal;  margin-bottom: 0.5em; font-size:1.17em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hum Little Johnny-look carefully &amp;amp; visualize at the last picture&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;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div id="postmessage_13858" class="t_msgfont" size="14px" style="word-wrap: break-word;  line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;It was Friday morning, and that meant it was time for an activity that the teacher called 'add to the picture'. The teacher would &lt;br /&gt;call students to the chalkboard one at a time. The first student would draw an object on the chalkboard, and each following &lt;br /&gt;student would add something to the picture to make it a new picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher called on James to start things off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp243/kiratakumi/1-1.gif" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James returned to his seat. &lt;br /&gt;The teacher called on Ernie next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp243/kiratakumi/2-1.gif" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernie returned to his seat. &lt;br /&gt;Now it was Suzy's turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp243/kiratakumi/3-1.gif" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzy returned to her seat. &lt;br /&gt;Next, the teacher called Jerry to the board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp243/kiratakumi/4-1.gif" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry returned to his seat.Kim was called to the board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp243/kiratakumi/5-1.gif" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim returned to her seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this time, little Johnny began waving his arm hysterically. Little Johnny was well known for being off center, so the teacher was reluctant to call on him for anything. But as the teacher looked at the picture on the chalkboard, she thought that there was no way that little Johnny could possibly do anything to make this picture dirty. So she called on little Johnny, and he ran &lt;br /&gt;to the chalkboard.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp243/kiratakumi/6-1.gif" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire class erupted with laughter... the teacher fainted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Johnny had done it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="postmessage_13858" class="t_msgfont" style="word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="postmessage_13858" class="t_msgfont" style="word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="postmessage_13858" class="t_msgfont" style="word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="postmessage_13858" class="t_msgfont" style="word-wrap: break-word; font-size: 14px; line-height: 1.6em; 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" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/bryanhoo111/forum/download7-3.jpg" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/bryanhoo111/forum/download8-3.jpg" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/bryanhoo111/forum/download9-3.jpg" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v655/bryanhoo111/forum/download16-2.jpg" border="0" onclick="zoom(this, this.src)" onload="attachimg(this, 'load')" alt="" style="word-wrap: break-word; line-height: normal; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The Banana Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a very, very tall coconut tree and there are 4 animals, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a Lion, a Chimpanzee, a Giraffe, and a Squirrel , who pass by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They decide to compete to see who is the fastest to get a banana off the tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you guess will win? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your answer will reflect your personality. !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think carefully and try and answer within 30 seconds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got your answer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now scroll down to see the analysis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your answer is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lion = you're dull. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimpanzee = you're a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giraffe = you're a complete idiot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squirrel = you're just hopelessly stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A COCONUT TREE DOESN'T HAVE BANANAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually what the helled when i saw the answer of which i chose, Squirrel and when i read further down, i laughed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-511501586111986792?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/511501586111986792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=511501586111986792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/511501586111986792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/511501586111986792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/jokes.html' title='Jokes'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-8401127658502111574</id><published>2008-12-09T14:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:42:25.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What men need to provide</title><content type='html'>I don't think this is counted as a formal post but i've got this from non other than, Yahoo! I find this yet very interesting... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Here are the nine characteristics we've come up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Sense of Humor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says how important sense of humor is, &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AqewjamEMbLnmZ2jjdSXSUUIb6U5/SIG=14e8sf1te/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/life/sex/dating/the-perfect-girl-081026%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" title="Dating Diaries: Does" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(122, 26, 89); "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;and I have learned to look for it in women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; I am lucky enough to be able to make women laugh, but I'm still super single. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Trustworthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust is the holy grail of a relationship. It takes years to build it, and it is so delicate. There are few things that take so long to attain that can be destroyed so quickly. So a lot of us may finally settle on a very trustworthy person when we finally find that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Kindness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seems like a no-brainer, but &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AmKVdE30dFi9i8O.OatniPwIb6U5/SIG=14evlucg4/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/life/sex/dating/why-go-for-jerks-080614%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" title="Dating" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(122, 26, 89); "&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I've seen plenty of girls stay with guys who don't treat them well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; So, I'm thinking that most women look for a nice guy, but the fact of the matter is that mean guys seem to get girlfriends too-and at a better rate than nice guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img title="http://blog.expandexcellence.com/2006/12/12/expand-excellence-interviews-with-cream-of-the-crop-people.aspx" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/feeds/us/shine/wisteria/yacht_deck.jpg" alt="Yacht" align="left" width="225" height="114" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font: normal normal normal 77%/normal arial; " /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it: I sometimes envision myself &lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=An25ITu8b.QxBnlmyXVHC54Ib6U5/SIG=146s7ga9c/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/life/sex/advice/love-alpha-wife%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" title="why i love my alpha wife" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;marrying rich and sitting there doing nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I could lie out on my wife's yacht and host lavish parties and hear about how crazy the Roaring 20's were, when my wife's friends were my age. Money is definitely high on a lot of people's list: remember when Anna Nicole Smith married that really old rich guy? I doubt it was because she thought he was hot, funny, or great in the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Super Hot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as we hate to admit it, &lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AkZ_VXK5Vzw0klCMwR5UwZYIb6U5/SIG=14ke4226s/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/life/sex/dating/things-men-notice-about-women%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;the first thing we notice about someone else is how good or bad they look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AkZ_VXK5Vzw0klCMwR5UwZYIb6U5/SIG=14ke4226s/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/life/sex/dating/things-men-notice-about-women%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(122, 26, 89); "&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But one of the first lessons we learn in the dating world is as beautiful as someone is on the outside, they could be ugly on the inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Confident&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Confidence is based on a lot of these characteristics. You are confident if you are talented, super hot, intelligent, or wealthy most likely. But confidence also enables you to treat people better, so you are kind and trustworthy as well. Because confidence includes so many of these other characteristic, it may just be the one major thing women look for in a man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Talented &amp;amp; Passionate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone &lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AgnfD0em7zZDuazSKV6e9TsIb6U5/SIG=14go85n8i/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/life/sex/dating/nine-signs-he-is-cheating%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" title="The Green Penis" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;possesses a special skill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, such as visual art or guitar virtuosity, they get tons of girls. People like Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, and Tom Brady can go out with anyone they want because they are skilled. Heck, I'd go out with them. Usually skill occurs in tandem with passion, another attractive quality. When someone is really good at something, but not "hot," it makes sense that they can still attract a lot of women. It's less annoying to see someone like this in a relationship than it is to see a rich mean guy in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Intelligent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am intimidated by women who are more intelligent than I am (which explains why I'm intimidated by about(&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AvrDleqhGjNTTqylpJzoseUIb6U5/SIG=149tp38t6/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/life/sex/advice/love-alpha-wife%3F%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" title="Alpha Females" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;97% of the female population&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;). For a lot of people, intelligence is sexy. When someone is stupid, it's frustrating and boring, which is enough to drive someone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Convenient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can argue that convenience is a huge driver for a relationship. Does he live near you, is he "ready" to be in a relationship, does he want to have kids or not?&lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AlrzgGQfYUa.b9RtaMJ70GAIb6U5/SIG=14iad4deo/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/life/sex/dating/going-out-of-the-way-080426%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Everything matches up correctly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sure, he may not be the best-looking guy or have a lot of money, but it's just what you need and it's been a long, difficult search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we put these characteristics on a pie chart, what would get the biggest piece of the pie with you? Again, some of these characteristics occur together: intelligence and wealth, talent and passion, kindness and generosity, convenience and wealth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do women care about &lt;strong style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AuBz4oTry4yCN2nxx7rD.b4Ib6U5/SIG=13rkd74go/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/archive/life/career/%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;superficial things like money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.lrd.yahoo.com/_ylt=AuBz4oTry4yCN2nxx7rD.b4Ib6U5/SIG=13rkd74go/**http%3A//www.marieclaire.com/archive/life/career/%3Flink=emb%26dom=yah_life%26src=syn%26con=blog_datingdiaries%26mag=mar" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" style="font-size: 100%; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none; font-family: arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(122, 26, 89); "&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It's scary, but sometimes I fear that no matter how funny I am, if I had lots of money I could date any cute girl I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do all of these characteristics shake out for you when choosing a boyfriend, and are there any you'd add to the list? Does confidence just take all of these characteristics into consideration?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to me, it's true i guess... Convenient...so damn true... This is one of the thing i am facing right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-8401127658502111574?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8401127658502111574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=8401127658502111574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8401127658502111574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8401127658502111574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-men-need-to-provide.html' title='What men need to provide'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7325669868451332622</id><published>2008-12-07T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T14:31:48.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=97537385"&gt;What is this link about?&lt;/a&gt; Basically, it's about two new bibles written by i've got no idea who who actually sell it to the world like a blessed Mantra, al-Quran or whatever holy book it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;*Warning: Contains Sensitive Topic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i find this ridiculous to actually include people like... Angelina Jolie, Mother Teresa and people like that in the book. What is the holiness of it?? It's like, you're including new stuff into old history like how the government of Malaysia alter the stories of Hang Tuah, Jebat and the others into Malay. FYI, Hang Tuah, Jebat and others are all &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;. This new bibles makes me realize one thing... I do believe in God(s) but definitely NOT RELIGION. Teachings yes, religion no. What do i mean by that? Well, teachings as in i learn stuff, the rights and wrongs from various religion....but to actually declare myself as a devotee or something like that in a religion, it is unlikely. I've never read the content of these two new bibles before but well, i just find it ridiculous to have new bibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason is that, it is written and preached by someone and that someone isnt really 'holy' isnt it? Like for example, al-Quran, Mantra, old bibles... Well, that is something but even those are not really holy. For one reason, it is written by humans based on what it is there to said by the urm...divine beings such as Buddha and Nabi s.a.w. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that really surprised me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What Buddhism Scripture say about Muhammad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The Buddha leader Gautama, has prophesized the coming of an inspired person. In the Gospel of Buddha by Caras (pp. 217-8) it is written that this great Buddha will come to the world known as the "Maitreya". The Cakkavatti-Sihanada Suttana gives him the name "Metteyya". Both these words mean "The Merciful One". By reference to the life-history of Muhammad (p.b.u.h.), it can be seen that he was indeed extremely merciful and the Al-Qur'an also refers to this fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are further similarities, as the Buddhist Scripture reads: "His (Maitreya) disciples will number many thousands, while mine number many hundreds". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a known fact that with Muhammad (p.b.u.h.) were thousands followers. There are further similarities, which will be elucidated below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Gospel of Buddha (by Carus - p214), an enlightened Buddah is described as having a very bright skin and that, a Buddha attains supreme insight at night time, he dies naturally at night, looks very bright before his death, and finally, after his death he ceases to exist on the earth. All these points can be applied to the holy prophet of Islam. (Read his life story). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Si-Yu-Ki, Vol I, p.229, it is written that&lt;br /&gt;"... no words can describe the personal beauty of Maitreya". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again we leave it up to you to examine the history of Islam in detail; both muslims and nonmuslims are almost unanimous in asserting that Muhammad (p.b.u.h.) was very handsome and beautiful indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si-Yu-Ki Vol I. (p.229) further reads&lt;br /&gt;"..the exquisite voice of the Bodhisattva (Maitreya) is soft and pure and refined; those who listen can never tire, those who hear are never satiated." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arabic language is remarkable for its beauty. Furthermore, the holy Qur'an is considered a work of the highest unique literary merit by friend and foe alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhist Scriptures have defined further characteristics of Buddha. In order to qualify for the Maitreya, he must satisfy those conditions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Buddha must be a human being - not a diety.&lt;br /&gt;A Buddha must have five special gifts, viz. The gift of treasure, the gift of child, the gift of wife, the gift of rule (i.e. leaderhip, headstatesman) and the gift of life and limb. In addition, the Buddha would be teacherless, i.e. without any form of formal education. Gautama has also stressed that the Buddha is simply a man, salvation depends only on an individuals deeds, the Buddha can only preach - he does not have the claim of being in part supernatural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The characteristics above are all in accordance with the life of the Prophet Muhammad (p.b.u.h.). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another similarity which should be mentioned is that for every enlightened Buddha, there is a special "Bo-tree". Some modern commentators believe that the "Bo-tree" of the Maitreya is a tree with hard or heay wood. The prophet (p.b.u.h.) had a tree at Hodebbeyyaa, which was the place of an important treaty. The Qur'an gives the name "Shajar" to this tree (Surah 48:Verse 18). "Shejar" according to some scholars refer to any tree with a hard stem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again it is highly remarkable that such close similarity should exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha prophesised the advent of a Maitreya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost all Buddhist books contain this prophecy. It is in Chakkavatti Sinhnad Suttanta D. III, 76:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There will arise in the world a Buddha named Maitreya (the benevolent one) a holy one, a supreme one, an enlightened one, endowed with wisdom in conduct, auspicious, knowing the universe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What he has realized by his own supernatural knowledge he will publish to this universe. He will preach his religion, glorious in its origin, glorious at its climax, glorious at the goal, in the spirit and the letter. He will proclaim a religious life, wholly perfect and thoroughly pure; even as I now preach my religion and a like life do proclaim. He will keep up the society of monks numbering many thousands, even as now I keep up a society of monks numbering many hundreds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Sacred Books of the East volume 35 pg. 225:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is said that I am not an only Buddha upon whom the leadership and order is dependent. After me another Buddha maitreya of such and such virtues will come. I am now the leader of hundreds, he will be the leader of thousands."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Gospel of Buddha by Carus pg. 217 and 218 (From Ceylon sources):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ananda said to the Blessed One, ‘Who shall teach us when thou art gone?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Blessed one replied, 'I am not the first Buddha who came upon the earth nor shall I be the last. In due time another Buddha will arise in the world, a holy one, a supremely enlightened one, endowed with wisdom in conduct, auspicious, knowing the universe, an incomparable leader of men, a master of angels and mortals. He will reveal to you the same eternal truths, which I have taught you. He will preach his religion, glorious in its origin, glorious at the climax and glorious at the goal. He will proclaim a religious life, wholly perfect and pure such as I now proclaim. His disciples will number many thousands while mine number many hundreds.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ananda said, 'How shall we know him?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blessed one replied, 'He will be known as Maitreya'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sanskrit word ‘Maitreya’ or its equivalent in Pali ‘Metteyya’ means loving, compassionate, merciful and benevolent. It also means kindness and friendliness, sympathy, etc. One Arabic word which is equivalent to all these words is ‘Rahmat’. In Surah Al-Anbiya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We sent thee not, but as a mercy for all creatures."&lt;br /&gt;[Al-Qur’an 21:107]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) was called the merciful, which is ‘Maitri’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words Mercy and Merciful are mentioned in the Holy Qur’an no less than 409 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every chapter of the Glorious Qur’an, except Chapter 9, i.e. Surah Taubah begins with the beautiful formula, 'Bismillah Hir-Rahman Nir-Rahim', which means 'In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Word Muhammad is also spelt as ‘Mahamet’ or ‘Mahomet’ and in various other ways in different languages. The word ‘Maho’ or ‘Maha’ in Pali and Sanskrit mean Great and Illustrious and ‘Metta’ means mercy. Therefore ‘Mahomet’ means ‘Great Mercy’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddha’s doctrine was Esoteric and Exoteric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Sacred Books of the East, volume 11, pg. 36 Maha-Parinibbana Sutta chapter 2 verse 32:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have preached the truth without making any distinction between exoteric and esoteric doctrine, for in respect of truths, Ananda, the Tathagata has no such thing as the closed fist of a teacher, who keeps something back".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad (pbuh) on the commandment of Almighty God delivered the message and doctrine without making any distinction between esoteric and exoteric. The Qur'an was recited in public in the days of the Prophet and is being done so till date. The Prophet had strictly forbidden the Muslims from hiding the doctrine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devoted Servitors of the Buddhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Sacred Books of the East volume 11 pg. 97 Maha-Parinibbana Sutta Chapter 5 verse 36:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then the Blessed one addressed the brethren, and said, ‘Whosoever, brethren have been Arahat-Buddhas through the long ages of the past, they were servitors just as devoted to those Blessed ones as Ananda has been to me. And whosoever brethren shall be the Arahat-Buddhas of the future, there shall be servitors as devoted to those Blessed ones as Ananda has been to me’."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Servitor of Buddha was Ananda. Muhammad (pbuh) also had a servitor by the name Anas (r.a.) who was the son of Malik. Anas (r.a...) was presented to the Prophet by his parents. Anas (r.a...) relates: "My mother said to him, 'Oh Messenger of God, here is your little servant'." Further Anas relates, "I served him from the time I was 8 years old and the Prophet called me his son and his little beloved". Anas (r.a...) stayed by the Prophet in peace and in war, in safety as well as in danger till the end of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anas (r.a.), even though he was only 11 years old stayed beside the Prophet during the battle of Uhud where the Prophet’s life was in great danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even during the battle of Honain when the Prophet was surrounded by the enemies who were archers, Anas (r.a...) who was only 16 years old stood by the Prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anas (R) can surely be compared with Ananda who stood by Gautam Buddha when the mad elephant approached him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Criteria for Identifying Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Gospel of Buddha by Carus pg. 214:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Blessed one said, ‘There are two occasions on which a Tathagata’s appearance becomes clear and exceedingly bright. In the night Ananda, in which a Tathagata attains to the supreme and perfect insight, and in the night in which he passes finally away in that ultra passing which leaves nothing whatever of his earthly existence to remain.’ "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Gautam Buddha, following are the six criteria for identifying a Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Buddha attains supreme and perfect insight at night-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the occasion of his complete enlightenment he looks exceedingly bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Buddha dies a natural death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dies at night-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks exceedingly bright before his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his death a Buddha ceases to exist on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad (pbuh) attained supreme insight and Prophethood at night-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Surah Dukhan: "By the books that makes thing clear – We sent it down during a blessed night." [Al-Qur'an 44:2-3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Surah Al-Qadar: "We have indeed revealed this (message) in the night of power." [Al-Qur'an 97:1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad (pbuh) instantly felt his understanding illumined with celestial light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhammad (pbuh) died a natural death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Ayesha (r.a.), Muhammad (pbuh) expired at night-time. When he was dying there was no oil in the lamp and his wife Ayesha (r.a.) had to borrow oil for the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Anas (r.a.), Muhammad (pbuh) looked exceedingly bright in the night of his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the burial of Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) he was never seen again in his bodily form on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddhas are only Preachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dhammapada, Sacred Books of East vol 10 pg. 67:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Jathagatas (Buddhas) are only Preachers."&lt;br /&gt;The Qur’an says in Surah Ghashiya:&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore do thou give admonition, for thou art one to admonish. Thou art not one to manage (men's) affairs."&lt;br /&gt;[Al-Qur'an 88:21-22]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Identification of Maitreya by Buddha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dhammapada, Mattaya Sutta, 151:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The promised one will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate for the whole creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A messenger of peace, a peace-maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most successful in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Maitreya as a Preacher of morals will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-respecting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle and noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a king to creatures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example to others in deeds and in words".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken this from &lt;a href="http://cari.com.my"&gt;Cari Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-7325669868451332622?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7325669868451332622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7325669868451332622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7325669868451332622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7325669868451332622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/believes.html' title='Believes'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6982546117051421321</id><published>2008-12-05T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:58:16.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy....</title><content type='html'>Where've i been??? Basically, i have classes every single day and well, after im back from my college, i've to babysit lil darren boy... Mother's not gonna be at home from Monday to Saturday cause she'll be at grandma's house making those Chinese New Year cakes n stuff... "Side income" she said....to me, it's more like chatting income lol! You dont know mother... Every single time she went back to her ancestral home or rather, to find her siblings and her mother, SHE WILL STICK LIKE A GLUE AND NEVER LEAVE!!! Till late at night... Well, maybe it's one of the gene inheritance i guess. Why? Well, sisters and me always talks to mother every single day. It's like an everyday report card to her. We tell her stories about our jobs and all. Yeah...she's a very dedicated mother and a good listener. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEVER EVER WHINE&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course she do scold and mumble from time to time but well, basically she just wanted the best out of us and of course from time to time, we whine and complains about her. Overall, she is a real perfect mother... She's just like the Mother Earth, Gaea... Well, not really cause mother is much better than Gaea :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whenever she's at grandma's...she'll talk...FOR HOURS!!! Yesterday, she told me...she went there at 1300 Hours and CHAT ALL THE WAY till night. WHAT THE HELL!!! What is there to talk about till night? She came home at bout 2200++ and sweatz...try to imagine hours of talking. If it's me, i'll think of it more like a torture rather than entertainment or something similar. Opps...i gtg PC Fair now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about this next time... http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=97537385&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6982546117051421321?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6982546117051421321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6982546117051421321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6982546117051421321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6982546117051421321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/12/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy....'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4109697856505262909</id><published>2008-11-29T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T10:48:58.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>最初のデート</title><content type='html'>You know, my 最初のデート was ruined! All because the day is like....drizzling. Sigh... What the hell... Anyway, ASIMO IS HERE! Went to take a look at da lil robo yesterday and although the performance is like...only 1/2 an hour. I think it's worth it. It's cause well, so far, the chances of getting a glimpse of a real AI-ed robo is like miniscule and being an IT student, of course i must take a glimpse. I am very interested in AI and science actually. I do wanted to be a scientist when i was small and till now, it is still my first choice of line of work. But, one thing prevented me from choosing that line of work. MATHEMATHIC. I am very weak in Maths and i've got no idea why... That, is the reason i choosed my second line of work, computer and technology...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a course called Computer Science right? I would've taken that if my Mathemathic is superb or good. Asimo can do lots of thing and wow...you know, i actually feel proud although it isnt my country nor it is me who created it. It's like...i actually feel like im so proud of the creation of Asimo where it nearly made me feel like crying. Seriously... Asimo actually danced Rasa Sayang and seeing the robo's movements like....so real, (relatively speaking). That's what makes me feel so proud i guess...&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.ohgizmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/asimo-historia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://www.ohgizmo.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/05/asimo-historia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Generations of Asimo. From left, E0, E1, E2, E3, E4, E5, E6, P1, P2, P3, ASIMO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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://paulbuckley14059.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/asimo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 700px;" src="http://paulbuckley14059.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/asimo1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute lil Asimo... Sadly, he moves like a snail. Which is 5kmh if im not mistaken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4109697856505262909?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4109697856505262909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4109697856505262909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4109697856505262909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4109697856505262909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='最初のデート'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-326108732083362668</id><published>2008-11-26T20:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T20:56:32.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>150</title><content type='html'>As the day pasts, my MSN email is getting worse. Not really worse jz tht im exageratin XD But it's kinda bad... This is how bad my MSN is...maybe i really have to migrate to my only email and the most precious one to me.... my Gmail. Then again, i feel lazy to actually inform everyone that i've migrated (relatively speaking) my MSN from my Hotmail to Gmail account or something like that. What exactly happened till i say my MSN is getting worse? Here's a very very very urm...perhaps 'not nice' will be a less rude word...convo... Another unknown people added me and comes up with this hideous convo... I feel like deleting him off straight away but it's kinda rude to do so. Well, maybe i'll further assess the situation before i delete him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It seems there's some color error but i feel lazy wanna fix it. Added a color statement and well, that's it... I have a hunch and i was wondering, is it dad who's diturbing me after i told him about urm...those Seline stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="BodyTable" style="table-layout: fixed; font-size: 67%; vertical-align: top; text-align: left;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;thead&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt;  &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;From&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;To&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/th&gt; &lt;th style="border-bottom: 1px solid black;"&gt;Message&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/thead&gt; &lt;tbody style="vertical-align: top;"&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; 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&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;coz  i din buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;y no buy  leh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;coz  i dowan buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;buy  la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;=.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;r u  gay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;u  are gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;bi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;i m  gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;oic....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(224, 237, 255);"&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;well,  hello!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;u hv  gf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;bf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;im  not gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;u hv sex  experiance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;well, yes and  no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:MS Shell Dlg;" &gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶СЯо№Ş.Я.Сε(●̮̮̃•̃)з - Must stop my formal speech....GET RID OF  IT!!&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;kelvan1985@hotmail.com&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-family:MS PGothic;" &gt;not  gonna elaborate on that statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not really a good thing to reveal a private convo but it's just unresistable... It's like...nightmare...maybe if it's the old me, then perhaps i wouldnt mind. But the new me will surely mind... Things changes and i too do change. Maybe i finally figured it out that im mature enough not to fool around. Let bygones be bygones so, haha...i end up with a happier me i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i jz realize that the family tree at my paternal size is HUGE!!! Guess how many relatives i had in my paternal side??? 150 people!!! YES!!! That much... There was a very common legend/theory where most of the family members know. What is it? The legend/theory says/states that "If the whole family were to take a family photo, we will be so miniscule that it is very hard to identify one another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that, my sirname is kinda unique and usually, if we were to see someone with our own surname, 8/10 times it'll be our own relative. It's true i tell you... That is why, i've relatives all over the famous places in the world... But then, since im the third generation, i dont really know all of those 150 and maybe more of my relatives. Perhaps, i only know about 1/3 of them lol... Mother and father went to a wedding dinner of my urm....uncle. To be exact, my second grand-aunt's son's son or something like that. Anyway, mother told me that it's actually very fun to have such a big family. Well, since it's like...a family feast, so basically, everyone walk/ran around here and there and chit chat openly lol!!! A wedding dinner cum family reunion i think XD Everyone were present at the wedding dinner including those who actually flew back from various places just for the wedding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are still a few of our relatives were not present but overall, it's very fun... Cat is getting married next year, December 12&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; and im one of the wedding planner!!! Cool... In the same time, im also the technical part planner or something like that :D So, basically, the ladies are doing the invitation part while me guys are doing the hands-on stuff... :D I've set my clothing budget for Cat's wedding which is approximately RM1k. Well, it's really very much but then, im not gonna buy cheap stuff to attend my sis's wedding. That's one thing for sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-326108732083362668?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/326108732083362668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=326108732083362668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/326108732083362668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/326108732083362668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-day-pasts-my-msn-email-is-getting.html' title='150'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-1668069015008296235</id><published>2008-11-24T02:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:49:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ban Yoga?</title><content type='html'>The following is from my friend's blog. Wow...i guess the government is so free that they actually find things that is not related to islam is a threat. Then i was wondering, since they're so called 'suci', then why does they even have sex? It's a kind of sport (said so by fellow health people/scientists) isnt it? This type of sport will threaten the 'holiness' of the religion isnt it? Well, if they said, 'sex is a must in order to have offspring'. Then what i would say is this, "it's 21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; century now, and there's a thing called 'In Vitro Fertilization'. Therefore, sex is not neccessary". The government really likes to do funny stuff eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are english mistakes but who cares as long as it is understandable...then again, there are people who do care... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I realise that nowadays, our Malaysian's thinking getting narrower and become obselete? By practicing yoga will draw you away to your own religion? I do not think so!! It's ridiculous to ban this and that. &lt;div&gt;Practicing yoga is like you're doing other sports. It's undeniable that yoga does contain the element of worshiping, but then I does not mean that you're worshiping to other gods or it will draw the muslim away from Allah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, myself a Yoga practicioner does not have any feeling that I'm "be one with god" (hindu god) because I only treat it as a workout/exercise. If they would say that those asanas (yoga postures) can draw them away from their original religion, can they prove anything out of it??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;According to theStar.com and said by Norhayati Kaprawi “I don’t think it has caused any Muslim to convert to Hinduism, neither has it weakened their faith. It’s just an exercise like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;qigong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;taichi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;which has its roots in Buddhism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 21px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a total agree on her statements!! I really had no idea why they would have the thought of saying Yoga is a threat for muslim. It's really out of their mind! The thing that they should concern about but they never pay any attention instead, they go care all the minor issues to make it big! This is very inefficient act of them to the country!! Now, Malaysia is feeling the recession and they should give more attention to bring US out from the recession!!!!! On top of that, I think they should concern on environmental issue more instead of this? I still can see many black and think smoke that came out from the busses; an unethical company still using that busses around Penang! Shouldn't they say something on it?? There are many people still open burning which causes all the global warming...why aren't they doing something on it?? By banning the muslims from Yoga could help anything to the country??? The answer is NO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really dont know why they wanna BAN the muslim from yoga..... Cant they use a proper words such as " Muslim people are discourage from practicing yoga because....". I bet this looks better and more appropriate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do not understand what's the threat, as I can see there are no threats to it. I was kind of disappointed to see this news. There are a lot of benefits for practicing yoga. Look at the yoga benefits here - &lt;a href="http://www.abc-of-yoga.com/beginnersguide/yogabenefits.asp"&gt;Yoga Benefits&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they would say that yoga asanas is a worshiping to hindu god, then there are a lot of things shouldn't be done by the muslims, right? (I'm not going into too details) So I would say that stopping the muslims from practicing yoga is a ridiculous and nonsensical stuff!!! Should give the muslims the freedom of doing what they like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wonderful asanas of Yoga:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yogastation.net/images/yoga-posture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yogastation.net/images/yoga-posture.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.myyogasecrets.com/_images/yoga-one-foot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myyogasecrets.com/_images/yoga-one-foot.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 600px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yoga-teacher-training.org.uk/images/postures/10x11_YOGA%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yoga-teacher-training.org.uk/images/postures/10x11_YOGA%20115.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 300px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fraserstudios.net/images/RhiannaKeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fraserstudios.net/images/RhiannaKeon.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/243/457354159_7597b60648_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/243/457354159_7597b60648_o.jpg" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the marvelous postures...you can get all the benefist from all these postures, of cause there are many other postures that give you different type of benefits too. All of these postures help us in blood circulation and etc. I see no harm or threats for the muslims to practice Yoga for their health!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: For my own opinion, I guess someone's faithfulness/fear to god is depends on themselves!! There is no point for you to come out with many rules that people can take advantage on it; meaning people can break rules!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-1668069015008296235?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1668069015008296235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=1668069015008296235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1668069015008296235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1668069015008296235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/following-is-from-my-friends-blog.html' title='Ban Yoga?'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-8508881007533021734</id><published>2008-11-23T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T20:00:44.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Languages</title><content type='html'>HTML, CSS, XHTML, Javascript, Java, mySQL, C#, C++ so on and so fourth.... Soooooooooooooo many different languages which i need to learn up. Basically, i dont really need to learn everything but to enhance my knowledge, it's best if i learn up all of those. I am sure i am not going to database type of industry to, mySQL arent really important. But then again, if i wanted to build a website or so on, then mySQL is one of the best choice. Of course we have Oracle for that but then, that will come much later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why this semester is both fun and troublesome. Computer languages is just like any other languages around the world... Like Mandarin, Hockien, Japanese, English, Dutch, Greek and so fourth... It would take about a few months for one to learn the language and well, you judge the toughness by yourself. Not really tough but not easy either. Try to imagine that we the DITs are like...forcing ourselves to learn up all those languages. Fun yes, tiring, yes, but the result if we were to be able to master all those stuff really worths it! I do wanted to learn all those but two BIG obstacles prevents me from going at high speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle 1: Gaming&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle 2: Laziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i just can't get rid of those two... Gaming is in my soul and to seperate gaming is like seperate my life or split them into two. Laziness is just my nature and well, i've tried my best to get rid of it but it seems to me that my will to do something is not enough to defeat that feeling. blogger.com's new templates uses XML/XHTML too but well, it's not really confusing to be read but in the same time, i can't seem to understand everything... Give me a wish and i will wish that i do not have that laziness attitude in me.&lt;br /&gt;&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://oddee.com/_media/imgs/articles/a279_Hallgrimur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://oddee.com/_media/imgs/articles/a279_Hallgrimur.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what picture is this? It's a Church. I've forgotten where it is though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-8508881007533021734?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/8508881007533021734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=8508881007533021734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8508881007533021734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/8508881007533021734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/computer-languages.html' title='Computer Languages'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-523559054666864767</id><published>2008-11-22T13:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:58:26.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>It's bad enough to have a guy pretending to be a girl or a girl pretending to be a guy adds us in MSN and freak us out with all those flirty stuff or disgusting stuff. But it's worse enough when there's a girl in your MSN who basically spread your email to her friends... What will the ending be??? Entertaining all those bunch of people of course....yeah it's sweet or so-called macho to have many girls in your MSN but the problem is, they're annoyin with those "Hello!" and ask all those nonsensical stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, someone basically hacked into my laptop yesterday when i was in college... They actually hacked into my C: drive but luckily they didnt inject a virus or something similar. I asked the 3Ks, Keat Liang, Keat La and Keat Hua but none of them said is them... La and Hua are nicknames "christianed" to Dad a.k.a Keat La and Kok Hong a.k.a Keat Hua. The first person i suspected was the mischevious Keat La but it seems he didnt do it so i moved on to ask the Mr.Proffessor a.k.a Keat Liang and well, he didnt hacked into my laptop and Keat Hua basically noe nothing much. Well, fine, i dono who's da culprit so, i was planning to purposely scold and accuse dad for hacking into my laptop but the results were much worse than i had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dislike being blamed for things he didnt do but sweatz... We sort of had a big argument for that. I had expected him to get angry and all but i never expect that he'll be so fired up. So, of couse i ended up explainin and all and thank goodness i've already told Keat Hua that i'll be disturbin dad and well, pictures worth a thousand word, i SS-ed the evidence and i send to him and it sorts of settle everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is....WHO THE HELL ARE THE CULPRITS WHO SPREAD MY MSN IN THE FIRST PLACE AND THE HACKER WHO HACKED INTO MY C: DRIVE?!?! I planned to find out who but the anonymity of the Internet makes everything hard so, sigh...now my MSN have bunch of people i don't know. I should have junk files from the result of hacking yesterday but i managed to delete them off. So, that saves me a few MBs for those rubbish files...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-523559054666864767?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/523559054666864767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=523559054666864767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/523559054666864767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/523559054666864767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-7942683266024371540</id><published>2008-11-21T12:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T12:52:09.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To think that you're one with them but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;To think that you're accepted but you're not.&lt;br /&gt;To think to be like one of them but you can't.&lt;br /&gt;To think to strive with them but you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, guess that's life... Shattered of course but what can i do? It's a course of one's life and well, all i can do is face it... It is for me myself to understand and thats all... No explaination needed...&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/34670558-7942683266024371540?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/7942683266024371540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=7942683266024371540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7942683266024371540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/7942683266024371540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/lost.html' title='Lost?'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-3577008905737116504</id><published>2008-11-20T20:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:03:16.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iGoogle</title><content type='html'>Well, i check my email everyday and gmail is one of them. Guess what? Today, google surprised me by having a new feature. What it is? EMAIL TEMPLATE!!! Well, there are many different types of templates but being a fan of Japanese culture, Ninja, Samurai and such are my top priority and of course i choose those related stuff as template... Presenting, NINJA TEMPLATE by Google!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" guess="" check="" my="" every="" single="" day="" surprises="" gmail="" has="" there="" s="" many="" but="" being="" fan="" japanese="" stuff="" especially="" samurai="" of="" course="" i="" choose="" ninja="" for="" im="" sure="" other="" email="" provider="" will="" surely="" become="" copycat="" and="" comes="" with="" their="" own="" template="" in="" the="" near="" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SSVV5PPDKrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iuFf1RHF9Fc/s1600-h/w.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SSVV5PPDKrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iuFf1RHF9Fc/s320/w.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270713380737591986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SSVV42w0OMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9UJ3EL-tTog/s1600-h/q.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SSVV42w0OMI/AAAAAAAAAT8/9UJ3EL-tTog/s320/q.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270713374168332482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure that other email provider will have the urge to become 'copycat' in the near future like how Yahoo! and Hotmail copycat Google's ajax-style email. So, for now, i can show off to my family and friends who refuse or doesnt have gmail while i can.... MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SSVf0QCZg7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/tsK6PwWkuZE/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SSVf0QCZg7I/AAAAAAAAAUM/tsK6PwWkuZE/s320/DSC01289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270724290169897906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who made it? Me??? NOT!!! Let's just say, someone dear to me made it :D&lt;br /&gt;Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-3577008905737116504?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/3577008905737116504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=3577008905737116504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/3577008905737116504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/3577008905737116504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/igoogle.html' title='iGoogle'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SSVV5PPDKrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iuFf1RHF9Fc/s72-c/w.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-6912312483129161904</id><published>2008-11-17T23:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:35:42.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged myself</title><content type='html'>Dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___.I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.___12___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves;-Your name-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You are so lifeless, ___13___, -The name of the person that tagged you-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard souffle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My pen pal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is your favorite activities when hanging out with mates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathering for drinks - Ugly pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foosball - Silly duck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping - French kisser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulging for food - Cranky banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies - Smelly armpits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks - Horny wolf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snooker - Tiny nipples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling - Sexy grandmother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Outdoor activities - Vain pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a long talk - Nose plucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures - Dumb bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other - Burn yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear whitesealz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery.I think I realized it when That night In your apartment and I saw you Ignore My avocado plant. I'm sure you're Frostbitten enough to understand How awful I've felt. I'm returning The couch cushions to you, but I'll keep David's tricot outfits as a memory. You should also know that I Told my psychiatrist about To hate the Boston Celtics Go burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves, Cronos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: You are so lifeless, Vain pot, -Marcus-.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to hate the boston celtics go burn? what does that mean??? =.="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-6912312483129161904?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/6912312483129161904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=6912312483129161904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6912312483129161904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/6912312483129161904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-myself.html' title='Tagged myself'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-5869149369187223842</id><published>2008-11-17T16:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T17:24:22.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entreez</title><content type='html'>You know, one of the worst kind of people i hate is backstabbers and i think i'd mentioned that for like...gazillion times... Guess what? I've a friend who's actually a backstabber! What the hell??? Well, i give that friend of mine a criticism or rather, a comment. A not really nice one and guess what??? That friend of mine actually spread the news to the whole wide world....or something similar. I was like...what the hell??? Anyway, usually, these kind of people will like... be out of my friend list the instant i know that they backstabs me but well, it's a she in this case so i decided to let it go... be a gentleman... *ahem*. So, fine, i actually talked to her and guess what??? COLD SHOULDER TREATMENT!!! WTH!!! Ask Edward, whenever we argued, it'll take quite some time before i talk to him again or likewise but for her case, it's like...just one or two days and i decided to let it go. But then, i got a cold shoulder treatment for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, i do stuff driven by emotion and yeah....i cant really control my emotion. It's more of the opposite and what the hell! I got so fed up that i actually wrote a PM in my MSN which is like....pointed directly to her. Dad commented on my PM saying well, let it go but i decided not to....like usual, wait till my nerves had calm down, then i'll do some critical thinkin on whether izit gud to keep this up or delete the PM off. I've decided to delete the PM off... But i'll tell ya, i'll never ever be so close to that gal anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, i really liked her...she's very sporting and let's just say, fun to talk to... No, in case ur wondering, im not in luv wif her... Now, bah! Just casual conversation and nothing private... Three times the charm... It's the opposite of what it mean for me... If you ever did something bad to me for like 3 times or more, then bye bye to you... I wont treat you like the same ever again... So it like, the apology will be accepted for the maximum of 3  times and that's it. Well, i dont really make apology nor i do demand for one but at least i do make up for my mistakes like explaining stuff or try to make up to that person i offended. Not her i guess... Well, at least i still have my other friends and most important of all, my dad :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to Saturday....to the Lost World of Tambun.... It's a waterpark and guess what, we're actually there for like... 6 hours! Not less but more!!! We arrived at Lost World about 1100 give or take a few minutes and we played till like... 1700 give or take a few minutes... Sweatz...of course the sunblock we put on us ran out and as a result, all of us had sunburn XD Who's on da trip??? Me of course, Sky n Raine, Dad n Vivian, Big Siang and Meow Meow... We had a lot of fun there but the disgusting thing is that the water is damn filthy... Like it's yellowish in color but what the heck? We payed for it and there's no way we're gonna waste our 25 bucks because of dirty water. Other than that, i had a very fun time of swimming and water is like my paradise so, of course i swam like hell and ended up with a severe muscle ache where i couldnt really stand up without support lolx!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was like...jealous cause Vivian held my hands couple of times XD But well, thankfully im not stupid enough not to notice that Dad was jealous so, made some explaination and mwahahaha...EoS. Anyway, we were suppose to visit to all those Chinese Cave temple after Lost World but it's already 1700++ and lolx! We were lost in Ipoh. Thankfully i've rescue team to rescue us which is my uncle and aunt... Go their house, talked a while and they brought us to have the famous "Nga Choi Kai" where many HK and Taiwan artists had been there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the only two places we went lolx!!! I do wanted to visit to Gua Tempurung after i heard what Mr. Lew said today but sadly, im 80% sure that mother will not allow me to go to all these kind of places. So, sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.upgradetravelbetter.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/backstab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.upgradetravelbetter.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/backstab.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ouch...backstabbed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-5869149369187223842?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5869149369187223842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=5869149369187223842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5869149369187223842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5869149369187223842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/entreez.html' title='Entreez'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-1408481683756353277</id><published>2008-11-15T08:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T08:05:23.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation... Again?</title><content type='html'>Nowadays, i feel like..im going outstation for like..2 weeks once. Before that i went Kedah, now im going Ipoh, Perak and 2 weeks later, i am going Genting or Cameron Highlands. Sweatz... Today im following a bunch of my frens to Ipoh. As usual, they've to make a bit of persuasion before i wanna go...it's coz well, i don really wanna go but ah! what the heck! Just join them 'lah'... I wonder why this always happen to me... altho most of the time, Edward invites me to somewhere and i usually decline, but when he's at the stage of persuading, i couldnt resist but to go... That's what my friends is doing and i wonder if i hv a soft heart or wud coz i keep fallin for those persuasion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, perhaps that's me... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i learnt from one of my friend...and i dont know if im her real friend or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my friend but i also got my own friend and i prefer to ditch a whole bunch of current friends to join another bunch of friends. It's complicated, no? Haha...well, i guess only people who actually know what i am talking about will understand this :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Edward, for declining ur Genting but i cant really make it and Genting is expensive... Im goin with family 2 weeks later, so, it's FoC for me :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-1408481683756353277?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/1408481683756353277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=1408481683756353277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1408481683756353277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/1408481683756353277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/vacation-again.html' title='Vacation... Again?'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-4426809279458581060</id><published>2008-11-14T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:53:14.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent</title><content type='html'>I really do not understand why there are people who would love to have children but takes no responsibility towards their birth... I mean like... well, you have sex, injected the sperm or recieve sperm...then 9 months later or in rare cases, after 9 months later, a baby is born. Then end of story... after the birth, the parents literally do not care about the existence of their child much... They go on with their life and the mere existence of their child is nothing of importance. I really hate this kind of parents or in this case, parent. Not DISLIKE but HATE... One of them is my uncle... I saw his attitude yesterday i wow, i really cannot take it. He takes no responsibility towards my baby, Darren Boy at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, i gave him a bath and he actually slipped and lolx! His face kissed the floor, literally!...all because he was jumping and fooling around in the bathroom... Well, the 'meaty' part of his mouth, i think that's called gum right? Was bleeding... BADLY!!! Mother was like... "WA! GOOD AR!!! LET THE UGLY TEETH FALL!!!" We weren't worried even though he's crying and bleeding cause well, that always happen to him... YES! That's how mischevious he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that night, i go find his parents and tell them what happened... His mom was like.... "OMG, is he ok???" and his dad was like... "Oh! He fell". What the hell!!!?? Then Darren's mom, my aunt, keep asking my uncle to fetch her see her son but his father was like... "Don't want la...". I've to exagerrate in order to get him here. I told him that his son's teeth was like...broken and he bleed badly. Even that takes some persuasion and TIME!!! What's more important than your child/children if they're hurt? Basically nothing! But to my uncle, his thing is more important than his son. He asked us to wait for him to finish his food which he just bought AND HAVENT EAT YET!!! Can't he just like...take those tapau stuff and go my house and eat? It's not like we don't have spoons, fork, chopsticks, plate and all that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go furious and i told him in front of my other relatives, "You dont really care bout ur son is it?" and that, gets his arse up and movin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-4426809279458581060?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/4426809279458581060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=4426809279458581060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4426809279458581060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/4426809279458581060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/parent.html' title='Parent'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-353010912062429444</id><published>2008-11-10T17:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T18:01:48.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;went to edward's yet another party...kinda reluctant to go at first coz nuthin much to do dere...but edward finally persuaded me.... ok so went dere at bout 7pm+....chat chat, chor dai dee till bout 2am++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get rid of Jason and we finally did!!! So, OFF to CC!!! Jason is actually an ok person but he keep stickin his finger up to everyone's nose and i got irritated...that's old story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After da steamboat incident where he actually PUKE right in front of all of us, whoa...i stopped wanting him to everywhere i go... Another thing is that he likes to get on my nerve...i hate busybody people and he's one of the person... Whatever conversation i am havin with Edward, he'll stick into it no matter he know what we're talkin about o not. Ok thts enuf of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually played dota and sweatz...5 vs 4 AI... it's like me vs 4 AI which was feed terribly...ok nvm they're starters and i was like that last time... But wow...it's a uber difficult game and i/we eventually lost... Then i got fed up and use unbalance hero.... old rikimaru and yay! we won!! Then we play CS and it's something like....semi pro vs nubs...i am one of da nubs which keep shootin XD Went home at 6am++ and saw my neighbour's car got crashed terribly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at da beginnin tot it's father's car...got panicked...called edward to check da num...glad it's not father's. Went home, questioned by Chris on where i went like interrogation etc etc...mother told that they're goin for breakfast...so wait wait wait....found out couz overnite at my hse... XD All wake up....talk talk talk... den go hv breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after wakin up for like...28 hrs, i slept....woke up by the sound of.... BABY GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ARGH!! Shu Vern came!!! Play around with her till she go back....sooooooooo fun....she damn fat and im glad to hear that her babysitter is treatin her like gold... She finally knew how to walk and sweatz....keep running arnd here n dere...touch this n tht...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-353010912062429444?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/353010912062429444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=353010912062429444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/353010912062429444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/353010912062429444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/went-to-edwards-yet-another-party.html' title='Tiring....'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-315141908738528178</id><published>2008-11-05T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:58:40.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I have this dance???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A song from High School Musical 3&lt;br /&gt;A song that touches my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since a song touches my heart...&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna dance tango with somebody....&lt;br /&gt;the melody is superb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a big doubt...&lt;br /&gt;wonder if should i go for it or just ignore it...&lt;br /&gt;the doubt of fallin in luv again...&lt;br /&gt;tried my best to get rid of the feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it seems that i failed... no idea what to do now...&lt;br /&gt;if i really fall in luv, i'll be the third party n i don wan that...&lt;br /&gt;my heart tells me to go on...&lt;br /&gt;my conscience tells me otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;my thought tells me to hold on...&lt;br /&gt;me myself tells me to forget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that happens around me makes me have doubts...&lt;br /&gt;am i really ready for it???&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to have a play-play attitude again...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i am not in luv...&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, just some weird feelin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a blog that can never be made private....&lt;br /&gt;i...guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SRCNORMeKwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UBkjxR6wEY4/s1600-h/confusion_by_nym_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SRCNORMeKwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UBkjxR6wEY4/s320/confusion_by_nym_ph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264863240669506306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-315141908738528178?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/315141908738528178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=315141908738528178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/315141908738528178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/315141908738528178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SRCNORMeKwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/UBkjxR6wEY4/s72-c/confusion_by_nym_ph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-5800765746259597494</id><published>2008-11-03T15:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T02:00:24.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virus/ Mad Scientist</title><content type='html'>Wow....i so feel like killing Chris. In the 'olden' days before i bought myself a hard disk, she was whining coz she feels that it's a waste of money to buy a hard disk but i insist on buying one. So, i got one after some time.... Usually, i'm using it to make a backup on my things in case laptop/desktop is infected with virus and so on. So, after all this while, the hard disk is mine but then, she wanted to 'lend' a few GBs to backup her PSP games in case well, something goes wrong with the laptop. So, fine with me... Yesterday, Ah Ling came to our house and well, of course, game trading... illegal one :P Then for heaven sake, her PSP is INFECTED WITH VIRUS!!! I've told Chris again and again to "SCAN AND AND RESCAN" on those unknown external stuff and she didnt do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was playin Orochi Warriors II and all of sudden, she came in and tell me that the laptop is infected with virus... check and check and guess what? It's a boot sector virus!!! Very troublesome... Then well, in the beginning i just take it off as nothing as we can just reformat the laptop. But then, WTF! SHE INSERTED MY HARD DISK KNOWING THAT THE LAPTOP IS INFECTED WITH VIRUS! My 100++ GB STUFF IS NOW INFECTED WITH VIRUS! Then what can i do? What's done is done....so, just grumble and grumble... I wanted to scold her badly but well, i know i'll end up losing cause she'll start digging all those money money stuff knowing that i'm not working so, no money to buy my own stuff. Im sure if i do argue, she'll say something like 'dont use my PS2 then'.... So, i just quiet and grumble... She do know it's her fault so, she didnt do the usual scolding if i were to grumble her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that my hard disk can still be rescued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT FOR WEAK HEART AND PEOPLE THAT FEEL DISGUSTED EASILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to show one of the most horrible thing i've ever seen. A dog who's body was amputated and well, basically, he only has a head which is ALIVE!!!! It's made by a MAD scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://oddee.com/_media/imgs/articles/a256_decapitator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://oddee.com/_media/imgs/articles/a256_decapitator.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pic of it...as you can see, it was attached to a machine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the doctor is Sergei Bruyukhonenko. He developed a crude machine called the autojektor (a heart and lung machine). By using this primitive machine, Bryukhonenko kept the heads of severed dogs alive. In 1928, he displayed one of the heads in front of an audience. To prove it was real, he banged a hammer on the table. The head flinched. When a light was shone in its eyes, the eyes blinked. And when it was fed a piece of cheese, the remnants promptly popped out of the esophageal tube, much to the displeasure of disgusted viewers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a youtube video of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSrIkUXwsNk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSrIkUXwsNk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, my mind is not corrupted in any way. It's from a website i visit often, &lt;a href="http://www.oddee.com/"&gt;www.oddee.com&lt;/a&gt;. I can withstand seeing horrid accidents (in the sense of pictures) and even though this video doesnt contain any blood n stuff, it basically disgusts me... To amputate a dog and he's not really DEAD!!! WTH! There's more of those mad scientists but well, i think this dog thing is the 'horriblest' or, most horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34670558-5800765746259597494?l=renzokuzen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/feeds/5800765746259597494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34670558&amp;postID=5800765746259597494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5800765746259597494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34670558/posts/default/5800765746259597494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://renzokuzen.blogspot.com/2008/11/virus.html' title='Virus/ Mad Scientist'/><author><name>Cronos.R.C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05000562593318454411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VeFsIltTj98/SUf1s7jvhmI/AAAAAAAAAU0/Y5ETz9OGtPE/S220/cronos.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34670558.post-3145051344577137592</id><published>2008-10-31T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:21:30.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia</title><content type='html'>It is a very nice movie. The first movie i've ever seen to use only one artist/band to make the whole movie. The movie are performed based on ABBA's songs... and wow! the movie is funny and simply, musical! I too just watched High School Musical 3... It's very nice indeed...with all those music and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know why, Zac Effron isnt cute nor handsome but so many gals like him....maybe coz he's rich??? I think Lucas is better than Zac. The person i like most is Olesya Rulin. She's the piano girl....she just got this tempting smile and she's much much more prettier *empasize* than Vanessa... Anyway, the first song, Now or Never and the ending song, High School Musical (it's the song's name) is very nice... There're a few nice ones too but i forgot their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here i go to the theatre and watch. The intro of the movie was the camera on Zac's hair and all of sudden, he just take up his head...guess what? There's a bunch of girl who screamed like they just saw a superstar. Hey, they did isnt it?? XD I just find it funny lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, two kids shocked me with two things they said... One of them is that one of them behave like an adult... Talks like one too and the other is, the other one asked me a question that i find sickening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you ever wanted to have a vagina?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.... "whaa??" and i as
