<?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-953836829773159919</id><updated>2012-02-17T06:49:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath the deceive cloak</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1439565059598844534</id><published>2009-10-20T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:27:23.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Update</title><content type='html'>Once again I didn't blogged for one month. Was busy studying and facebook-ing and enjoying my hols =). Anyway, I'm going back to Malacca this sat/sun and it's till tuesday to start my first dreadful new sem..new class. Results out probably thurs or friday. Many were nervous but I'm just totally numb towards this feeling. Trying to enjoy my holiday to the max first is my main priority that I promised myself once before starting of sem break. With a few days left and my dad "stole" my car away, I'm left at home everyday. bored and gaining fats everyday. Now I've balloon up a lot I suppose. My face is so round plus with my hair cut, it looks even more rounder. I looked like those 80's or 90's old fashion people. &gt;.&lt; Just a short update for now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1439565059598844534?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1439565059598844534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1439565059598844534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1439565059598844534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1439565059598844534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/10/short-update.html' title='Short Update'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-7241273194197222277</id><published>2009-09-19T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:04:51.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comparing</title><content type='html'>Comparing. In this world, we always compared when we have different alternatives. To see it on the bright side, it's good as we can learn from our deficiencies and improve ourselves. The darker side, it's breaks a person's morale. Take a look at this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/Um9KsrH377A&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;br /&gt;I like the part the most when the girl ask why is she different from others and the man replied why do we have to be like others. It really jolts me awake. Sometimes when we try to join a group or try to familiarized yourself with the environment, we tend compare yourself with the most popular and try to imitate him/her as we expect to receive the same attention like the person you imitated. This is so wrong. Watching this make me realize that just be yourself and hope that people will recognize you. It doesn't matter if that person don't acknowledge you or what but you just act in a way that suits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to being compared in study with my cousins. My parents loved to do that and when we did badly, they would often say " Why can't you be like your cousin's get straight A's?" This, is Malaysian culture. Kiasu-ness. If I were a parents, I would rather not compare instead give them a little encouragement and ask them to perform better. After all the hardwork, who would prefer to hear a criticism and being comparing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other is when in a relationship. For example you go after a girl who previously broke up with his bf. They way you treated her is different from the ex and oftenly she would uttered words like " My ex is don't treat me like this but why you do?" or "We knew each other so long and he treated me much more sweeter than you do." I hate this comparison especially when that person say they don't compare but in fact they do. If I would really lose patient when being said this, I would straight say in their face " Why don't you go back to ur ex and why accepting me at first place?" but the problem is I'm not attached..&gt;.&lt;..haha..but seriously being compared at this situation really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll try to change. Being back myself and not trying to be what I'm not meant to be. This word will be a part of me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why should you be the same as others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-7241273194197222277?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/7241273194197222277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=7241273194197222277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7241273194197222277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7241273194197222277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/09/comparing.html' title='Comparing'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-133885047167881973</id><published>2009-09-18T17:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:09:47.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sui Ciao, SLeep,tidur,</title><content type='html'>I'm sleepy!. After rushing all assignments and mid terms, finally it's study week. Have not studied so far instead I've sleeped for almost the whole day. Yesterday I slept for almost 10 hours and today almost 11 hours. After so much sleep, I'm still feeling sleepy =(. I kept complain sleepy and my mom called me just now asking me why I so sleepy. She thought I'm going to die! After vitamins and all I've eaten and still sleepy. Haha..MMU kills people slowly! First make students not enough sleep then make them rush assignments and study so much. Lastly, create financial problem by even barring from exam when your statement is RM 20. MMU!!..haihhh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-133885047167881973?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/133885047167881973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=133885047167881973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/133885047167881973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/133885047167881973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/09/sui-ciao-sleeptidur.html' title='Sui Ciao, SLeep,tidur,'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-336927504682370435</id><published>2009-09-09T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:00:30.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreadful Week 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HECTIC! BUSY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are the words that are currently uttered by everyone who's in the gamma year of MMU. It's already week 12 out of 14 week which means that two more weeks later and finals is going to be taking away our sanity once again. From monday, I can see some students were already going back for their study break while we are still rushing for the damn assignment! Last week I slept around 3 am plus for the whole week except on Thursday night where I slept at 6 am and woke up at 8 to finish my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm once again repeating the same process. Sleeping around that time once again to finish my Consumer Behaviour assignments, Human Resource  and my marketing plan presentation. So far, I've settled my Consumer Behaviour assignment this morning and marketing plan slides yesterday night. The only Human Resource assignment makes me totally unmotivated and is the only assignment that I felt lazy to finish it. My members have been slow in giving me the things I wanted although I'm part at fault as I gave to little time but the lecturer is also another weird fella. Changing things at last minute and giving us the guidelines and sample a week before deadline. What's in his head? I've like settled almost everything and then you change. Now everyone is so busy meeting deadlines, I have to do the whole report myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He even said this last week. "Come next week (this week that is) class. I'm giving some revision and some tips." In the end, when the time comes, this is what he said. " I forgot what tips aredi". Sighhh... Anyway, I'm all so excited for the IB nite tonight all of a sudden that I even dreamt of waking up late and missed it. I quickly jumped up from bed to find the clock at my bed show 4.00 pm..haha..Anyway, back to my dreadful assignment and going off soon =D&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/953836829773159919-336927504682370435?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/336927504682370435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=336927504682370435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/336927504682370435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/336927504682370435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/09/dreadful-week-12.html' title='Dreadful Week 12'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-8387335825935694231</id><published>2009-08-29T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:26:43.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Holidays.</title><content type='html'>The last time I wrote a post on mother's day, I dump this blog for 2 months. This time I wrote a post on father and some people asked whether will I dump for another 2 months again?Haha..funny people. So today was the eve of the Merdeka eve. Holiday will be for 3 days straight and everyone went back..except for me =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after BET mid term today, everyone particulary just "flew" away back and left the poor thing me alone at home. Luckily I have some friends such as Joanne Chin, Jessie Chin, Lee Wei, Siang Siang Ah Hang &amp;amp; a few of them asked me out for lunch together. Thank god or I'll die of loneliness. Seriously, 3 days at home alone without a single soul talking to me can make me go mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even shop around Jusco myself today to cure some boredom. But then, tons of assignments needed to be settle. So I'm now accompanied by Hum Hum, my blue proton saga and some ppl say the "Oi..now-what-month?-Don't-scare-me-pls" thing.=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my assignments. Hope Jason come back and won't find me died due to boredom and loneliness =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-8387335825935694231?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/8387335825935694231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=8387335825935694231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8387335825935694231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8387335825935694231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/08/lonely-holidays.html' title='Lonely Holidays.'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-6225209571310853359</id><published>2009-08-19T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:07:51.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The daddy and me post</title><content type='html'>Today's BOB tutorial class required us to write an essay about the person I liked most and why? Wasn't in a good mood and I decided write about my dad. I've been overshadowing my dad's side of story for too long but focused on my mom more instead. So today while writing an essay, I remembered what my dad has done to me. How he grew me up. Writing this in class was really not a nice time as I recalled it back, I realised what he's done to me was for my own good but I got the wrong message and treated it negatively. Half way through and I found out that my tears was about to flow. So I end it up short and decided not to write anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the story, for my future reference perhaps when I will be a father or when my father has long left me. Born in the family as the youngest son I am. Most of my works were guided by my mother during my pre-school but most of the time my dad would monitor me closely. After graduating from pre-school, my mom has some family problem and I was fully guided by my dad. As my dad emphasizes a lot on calculations as he do not want both of his son's to be cheated in future, I was trained to memorize multiplication at the age of 6. I remembered when the first time he asked me to memorize it, he was being lenient to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes by, I took it for granted and didn't memorize it well. One day, he said that after so long of memorizing, for each mistake I've done, I'll be caned. I thought he was joking and so when I said it wrongly for the first multiplication, I was caned. Feeling shocked, I realised he was serious this time and tried to recall everything back but was unable. I remembered that was my worst caning as I sat on the floor while my father sat on the stairs with the hand upstreched waiting to land it on my back. At the end of it, I couldn't even finish memorize the multiplication of 2 and I end up having lots of cane mark at my back. I went to baby sitter house the next day and while changing to my uniform, some little kids laughed at me for the cane mark I have on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday, at the exact 10a.m I would be scared. My father's voice when he called my name was enough to make me shook terribly. He would sit on the stairs and holding the cane while he gave me 5 minutes to memorize everything before asking me to turn my back on the huge chart and start to memorize. For every mistake I've done, I'm caned. Each time I couldn't remember, the harder it gets. I've silently cried a few times. After 3 months, I've completely memorized my multiplication. I did it but in a way painful way. This is why my multiplication is good. The fear of being caned and scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I grow up, my dad guided me solely on maths as this was the only subject he was good in. I remembered at the age of 12 he guided me for a complete 2 days on weekend for 2 months continuously for my UPSR and he guided me for 12 hours for two days for PMR. The bearing part, where I had to draw and find the degree was the one I'll never forget. I remembered how he taught me to draw, how he even slapped me for drawing wrongly n threw everything on the floor for unable to do what he expected me to do. He would first patiently guide me, then ask me to do by myself and repeat it over and over again.  Then at the end, he would test me again on what I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After PMR, I was a young adult then and he never disciplined me but more towards in advicing. He would still guide me in maths and this explains why I never fail to get A for my maths in major exams and finals. With all the slap, all the caning I've received, how I grew up was through how much pain I've suffered and how I learned from it. Sometimes, even after a tiring day out working, he would still come back and teach me. And being the youngest with a bad temper, I would always scold him whenever he came late to fetch me from my babysitter not knowing the routine he faced day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was once an incidence where my dad got hit by a lorry and his car plunged down into the ravine. He thought he was going to die and he prayed to god. He told me and my mom that he said he don't want to die yet as he does not want my mom to suffer in bringing us up and he wanted to see both his son to be a successful person. Thankfully he was safe after that. Even till now, he's still out there in his fragile old body working hard to see me graduate and possibly take over his business. At times, I still vent my frustration at my dad but now, living outside of house and living alone makes me think about how naive and unconsiderate I am towards my dad. I might complain how hot the weather is but the whole complain is gone once I entered class but think about what my dad suffered out there is totally different. No matter rain or shine, how hot or cold, he still ran around in his 12 year old wira car to make sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will remember the image of him, running from the car to the customer's workshop and back to car all drenched. All for the sake of earning RM 20 plus in sales. I asked him why? He said "Son, doing sales is never easy. Even for RM 20 and drenched in wet, it's worth it as long as my son and wife does not go hungry." I kept silent for a moment. Now 20 years of age we've been together. I would say my relationship with my father is way much better than with my mother although sometimes I would argue with my father. Most of the time when I'm back, I would make it an effort to go out with my father once in a while or offer to drive after he come back from a tired day of working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I've been stuck in a problem. It was like a huge barrier and I was left not knowing what to do. My father would always remind me about not getting too much involved in love but I didn't care a lot as I wanted to learn things. So now, I found myself having a deep crush on a person but unable to move on with life. Pa, I'm sorry to have disappoint you, I'll try to do my best in study and over come this problem. Sometimes I wish you could have slap me or caned me now even though it humiliates me but I think its better to humuliate me that seeing me in the wrong path of road. This is the essay I wanted to write. This is my actual relationship between me and me dad. Who I am today, what characteristic I have (except those bad which are influenced by friends) are mostly taught by my father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-6225209571310853359?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/6225209571310853359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=6225209571310853359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6225209571310853359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6225209571310853359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-and-me-post.html' title='The daddy and me post'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-437357627653015004</id><published>2009-08-16T13:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T14:00:41.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is forgiving that hard?</title><content type='html'>Forgiving--is one simple way or accepting the wrong people had done to you,acknowledge their mistake and forget the wrong they've done to you even though it hurts. But this act is simply hard some some people to carry out even though the mistakes are small or big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th of August - 16th of August 2009 marks the most horrible week I've endured so far. Had lots of meeting and assignments were piling up and the urgency to solve was high. Everyone needed me to solve this fast and solve that fast. So I had to rushed and complete for them. Little from I know, the problems I had is now getting more and more serious. I wonder what had gone wrong. I tried to talk out the problems but got ignored. Every method I tried! Called, Sms-ed, Facebooked..none answered nor replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 3 hours slepts today. Woke up and went out with my mom to Pasar Borong and yes, I drove in the sleepy condition but hey I'm not like totally sleepy. Just slow in walking and reaction. Like a zombie. Came back around 10 and went back to sleep immediately. I kept had nightmare and softly whispered out her name but I don't know whether when I was sleeping, I did called her name out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess now I'm partially disillusion. A person's level of ignoring could be so high that every mean ways of trying to communicate was brought down and nothing could reach her. Previously with another person, whenever I had problems, I refused to discuss nor talk. Just vent my frustration and anger and end up shattering the relationship. This time, I'm ready to talk but got rejected. I just didn't want things to go this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, life's complicated. I don't know whether she could be reading this or not but I just wanted to say, I don't want anything else to happen yet except just being friends. This feeling of being ignored is really making me frustrated and I tend to release my frustration on others without the intention of doing it. Like I sarcastically said out a person's weakness in front of everyone in the group meeting. SHIT! I knew I shouldn't do that. It's bad especially for my evaluation of group members later. If forgiving a person could be so hard, then it's even harder for god to forgive you for the mistakes you had done. Like from what I've heard from Christian's teaching, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God forgive us so that we can forgive others for the mistakes they have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say I'm thinking too much but seeing things now. I think the best way is to just let everything go. If talking can't work, the only way is to wish that person all the best even though how relunctant I am. I'm just too weak now. Might try to take some sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-437357627653015004?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/437357627653015004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=437357627653015004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/437357627653015004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/437357627653015004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-forgiving-that-hard.html' title='Is forgiving that hard?'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1480895045747848319</id><published>2009-08-12T00:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T17:55:49.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Bali Post</title><content type='html'>I'm too lazy to type..Feed you all with pics =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGc3VC6dcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ohwMHGMIH0U/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGc3VC6dcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ohwMHGMIH0U/s320/087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744705158444482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Royal Temple.. Seriously..it's nothing inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGc4LSDdHI/AAAAAAAAAkM/s3cU5NDaYYI/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGc4LSDdHI/AAAAAAAAAkM/s3cU5NDaYYI/s320/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744719717463154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks sumthing like this except taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGc4TwhapI/AAAAAAAAAkU/w8RjAvJeIFg/s1600-h/DSC00660.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGc4TwhapI/AAAAAAAAAkU/w8RjAvJeIFg/s320/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744721992739474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lunch..That's Satay Ikan..taste kinda weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGeXcxKZyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/-E8MsrTZ6ko/s1600-h/DSC00666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGeXcxKZyI/AAAAAAAAAkc/-E8MsrTZ6ko/s320/DSC00666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368746356498917154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The specialty in Bali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGeX8HDbMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KzJ78nFT4NM/s1600-h/DSC00667.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGeX8HDbMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KzJ78nFT4NM/s320/DSC00667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368746364912233666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babi Guling!! Unable to get a clean photo on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGeYHbVzpI/AAAAAAAAAks/ooyh5P73YWE/s1600-h/DSC00668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGeYHbVzpI/AAAAAAAAAks/ooyh5P73YWE/s320/DSC00668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368746367950114450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The huge rose at our restaurant for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGjGVKMhiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/yNVpEEwy5GU/s1600-h/DSC00669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGjGVKMhiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/yNVpEEwy5GU/s320/DSC00669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368751559956792866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Floating Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGjGte48tI/AAAAAAAAAk8/H55VBbZX8XU/s1600-h/091.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGjGte48tI/AAAAAAAAAk8/H55VBbZX8XU/s320/091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368751566486041298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tried to get a shot with the flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGjGzj3zrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2SmBfSsUUf0/s1600-h/092.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGjGzj3zrI/AAAAAAAAAlE/2SmBfSsUUf0/s320/092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368751568117550770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The actual entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGjHJxUcbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/U3up3sAhoG4/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGjHJxUcbI/AAAAAAAAAlM/U3up3sAhoG4/s320/093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368751574079533490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw about 6 old volkwagen driving around the floating temple place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaCu0T1tNI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4690H9rEggM/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaCu0T1tNI/AAAAAAAAAlU/4690H9rEggM/s320/DSC00676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370123346513343698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Tanah Lot,the floating temple. The tide is rising and water is splashing. Had fun seeing it came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaCv4Z_AwI/AAAAAAAAAlk/9T6pR3Lit9M/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaCv4Z_AwI/AAAAAAAAAlk/9T6pR3Lit9M/s320/DSC00674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370123364792730370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;--Commercial Break-- The sponsor for my Bali trip. Papa Lau &amp;amp; Mama Gan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaCvU9ksrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/WElKR1sWtlk/s1600-h/DSC00677.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaCvU9ksrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/WElKR1sWtlk/s320/DSC00677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370123355278324402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The waves were this high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaFxXgd9zI/AAAAAAAAAls/bMgXfjcWVfk/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaFxXgd9zI/AAAAAAAAAls/bMgXfjcWVfk/s320/DSC00681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370126688856176434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The strawberry's are like mutated..really big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaFyKAQYiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8Cj5VVjkmmg/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoaFyKAQYiI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8Cj5VVjkmmg/s320/094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370126702411276834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Previously I ended my two post with a self shot pics. This time I'm being nice and end with this nice pic =)&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/953836829773159919-1480895045747848319?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1480895045747848319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1480895045747848319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1480895045747848319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1480895045747848319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/08/final-bali-post.html' title='Final Bali Post'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SoGc3VC6dcI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ohwMHGMIH0U/s72-c/087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-9145337804475840962</id><published>2009-08-07T09:27:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:02:02.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bali Trip Post 2</title><content type='html'>The next day, woke up early and had breakfast. Then off for the tour around the island. We first visited Bali's cultural area about a story on the the fight between good and evil that never ends.&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnucjlD-u3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/JkkEfsmw9mY/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnucjlD-u3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/JkkEfsmw9mY/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367055516000238450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At cultural place where we were greeted with a flower =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnucjxhLDSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TVKVn4dQdg8/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnucjxhLDSI/AAAAAAAAAhk/TVKVn4dQdg8/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367055519343906082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a sypnosis of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuckckrNOI/AAAAAAAAAhs/sKKkz8Guq7o/s1600-h/050.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuckckrNOI/AAAAAAAAAhs/sKKkz8Guq7o/s320/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367055530901320930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Outcomes Barong the mythical creature. A lion + I don't know what is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Snul8EHRP7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/pKiN4c4xy0I/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Snul8EHRP7I/AAAAAAAAAh0/pKiN4c4xy0I/s320/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367065832257044402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bali's version of lion dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Snul81Rt4BI/AAAAAAAAAh8/yFfzg4RwdhI/s1600-h/054.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/Snul81Rt4BI/AAAAAAAAAh8/yFfzg4RwdhI/s320/054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367065845454200850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Servant of Rangda the evil spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuuEf88egI/AAAAAAAAAiM/J5wmpGicf1E/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuuEf88egI/AAAAAAAAAiM/J5wmpGicf1E/s320/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367074773261908482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rangda is the white evil spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuuExAb8zI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HTVc_4jVmqM/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuuExAb8zI/AAAAAAAAAiU/HTVc_4jVmqM/s320/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367074777839956786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Statue of god or sumthin..i forgot with the offerings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuuFfDbrMI/AAAAAAAAAic/LMABjkwbFyI/s1600-h/071.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuuFfDbrMI/AAAAAAAAAic/LMABjkwbFyI/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367074790200552642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entering the volcano mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuxE3wr54I/AAAAAAAAAik/u0b_nOkIyhs/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuxE3wr54I/AAAAAAAAAik/u0b_nOkIyhs/s320/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078078187825026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Half way to the mountain. See the volcano ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuxFbidgPI/AAAAAAAAAis/mwfa4PWptnU/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuxFbidgPI/AAAAAAAAAis/mwfa4PWptnU/s320/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078087791837426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upclose of the volcano. The blacks part are the cooled lava's of the previous eruption. All trees and lifes in the black area are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuxF51lVoI/AAAAAAAAAi0/HqdYppDrwFE/s1600-h/077.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnuxF51lVoI/AAAAAAAAAi0/HqdYppDrwFE/s320/077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367078095925106306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adjacent to it was a beautiful lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnvjebPHS8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/zy0wGWlbFLA/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnvjebPHS8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/zy0wGWlbFLA/s320/079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367133492788808642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salak (snake skin) tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnvjfBXkJzI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Z1954SsSpho/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnvjfBXkJzI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Z1954SsSpho/s320/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367133503024801586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ginseng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnvjftPr1BI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6aQzTPdzbKQ/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnvjftPr1BI/AAAAAAAAAjk/6aQzTPdzbKQ/s320/081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367133514802910226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coffee tree..try spot the beans (its black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnvqEjnTeyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/_0V0frFP498/s1600-h/083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnvqEjnTeyI/AAAAAAAAAj0/_0V0frFP498/s320/083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367140744942549794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The holy water temple. If you bath here or wash ur face, you'll look younger (tour guide say)&lt;br /&gt;the waters will never get dry and it's from underground. Kinda nice how the way it pump up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Bali oil massage. They gave us this almost see through spendex and start massaging us. I even got stripped till half of my butt while they massage me..I can't believe massaging is like giving those massager a chance to molest me..&gt;.&lt; After the oily massage, they used the smashed rice and scrub our whole body before being asked to bath in hot water. In another word, it's called SPA!. It's really nice that after the whole thing, my whole face was red as the blood flow has improved. Went for dinner after that and back to home to rest. Didn't go out to Kuta that night as everyone was tired and it was far but heck, there's lots of westerners out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Snvs9LTS-cI/AAAAAAAAAj8/GYcOEaiQ_FY/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Snvs9LTS-cI/AAAAAAAAAj8/GYcOEaiQ_FY/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367143916691978690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once again, end this post with a pic of me XP..this time in toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-9145337804475840962?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/9145337804475840962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=9145337804475840962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/9145337804475840962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/9145337804475840962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/08/bali-trip-post-2.html' title='The Bali Trip Post 2'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnucjlD-u3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/JkkEfsmw9mY/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-2030986892285153301</id><published>2009-08-02T22:38:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:46:34.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bali Trip Post 1</title><content type='html'>Here's the post that everyone has been asking for. On 20th of July 2009, I left my house at 9 to LCCT for my bali trip..bla bla bla..lazy to talk a lot la. Straight to the point ok? The journey from LCCT to Denpasar (capital of Bali) is about 3 - 4 hours. I've missed one of the sight that's not to be missed when the plane is about land which is the highest volcano mountain in Bali. Those who saw it say the view is very captivating. The volcano mountain is about 3000+ height. So upon landed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWm1148HgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Mj4aViFK3Z8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWm1148HgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Mj4aViFK3Z8/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365377975010991618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before take off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWm2I_V_TI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TXj1SxiodTU/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWm2I_V_TI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TXj1SxiodTU/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365377980138126642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The airport building are roughly these scenic, unlike other airport.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was captivated by the design of the building. Grabbed my bag and searched for tour guide and he welcomed us with garlands of flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWn7j2OJuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/c01BqZGpsfE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWn7j2OJuI/AAAAAAAAAeM/c01BqZGpsfE/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365379172758595298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then off to our tour. Sigh, pic talks words later ok?&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWpcYNaPGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KW9e4Dq71TM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWpcYNaPGI/AAAAAAAAAeU/KW9e4Dq71TM/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365380836081941602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is to honor the soldier or duno who &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWpcusqAsI/AAAAAAAAAec/ZPog89cxVhI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWpcusqAsI/AAAAAAAAAec/ZPog89cxVhI/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365380842118578882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The deity taken from story of Mahabrata (taken on the way out of airport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWpdHgcA0I/AAAAAAAAAek/hoafciWY4cE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWpdHgcA0I/AAAAAAAAAek/hoafciWY4cE/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365380848778216258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Their building which highest allowed is 4 storey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWrDUqPGNI/AAAAAAAAAes/16oIJsaCA0A/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWrDUqPGNI/AAAAAAAAAes/16oIJsaCA0A/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365382604655630546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From above the edge, sea below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWrEOkWqmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0ArKoRZbjIo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWrEOkWqmI/AAAAAAAAAe0/0ArKoRZbjIo/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365382620200217186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The actual height&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWrEcSnsKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FWfHeA7Yv3M/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWrEcSnsKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FWfHeA7Yv3M/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365382623883931810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strangely we nid to wear a ribbon n tie a sarong if our pants is below knee (male and female) when we are to enter temples. It's forbid to show ur bulu kaki or kaki sexy in temples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWs0LmN-_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/pHZ5ielofw4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWs0LmN-_I/AAAAAAAAAfE/pHZ5ielofw4/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365384543548079090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mon pere at the other side of the edge. Took pic at the sharp edge on my father's left head then walked over to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWs0ZSO_YI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wpf6abNZRJs/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWs0ZSO_YI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wpf6abNZRJs/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365384547222355330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Temple have lots of naughty monkey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWs0i_XjPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/tBAnsTEXj_Y/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWs0i_XjPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/tBAnsTEXj_Y/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365384549827579122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mon Pere et Mon Mere. Below there have lots of girls in bikini *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWu3CN86GI/AAAAAAAAAfc/6zA9r6glOrc/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWu3CN86GI/AAAAAAAAAfc/6zA9r6glOrc/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365386791593240674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sunset dinner at 5.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWu3QKm5mI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hEoC97i4oxY/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWu3QKm5mI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hEoC97i4oxY/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365386795337311842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 5.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWu3oIOu4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/L611IG__YNU/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWu3oIOu4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/L611IG__YNU/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365386801769790338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWu4T0uAmI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LLpXHUt-IYU/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWu4T0uAmI/AAAAAAAAAf0/LLpXHUt-IYU/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365386813499114082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gone at 6.10. Sun sets at 6.10 everyday =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWx186xI3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/yiDwIwLRdTQ/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWx186xI3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/yiDwIwLRdTQ/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365390071525614450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The airport runway. See the airplane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWx2NxS18I/AAAAAAAAAgE/IgEnHqhUZJk/s1600-h/033.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWx2NxS18I/AAAAAAAAAgE/IgEnHqhUZJk/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365390076049283010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunset dinner. Fish Crabs Clams and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWx2dotOQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5fn_jBoQxWo/s1600-h/034.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWx2dotOQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/5fn_jBoQxWo/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365390080308230402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone has one and there will be candle light dinner once sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnW0EUCoyPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/iZ1mMXI1IMk/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnW0EUCoyPI/AAAAAAAAAgc/iZ1mMXI1IMk/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365392517274061042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stretch is from there till&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnW0ESsiIfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_Z-7wpEFw5I/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnW0ESsiIfI/AAAAAAAAAgk/_Z-7wpEFw5I/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365392516912914930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about 3 km stretch..all for sunset dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnW0EvthiEI/AAAAAAAAAgs/j52MscT2DFs/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnW0EvthiEI/AAAAAAAAAgs/j52MscT2DFs/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365392524701698114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shall end this post with a pic of how round my tummy is after the dinner. Taken at the hotel's lobby XD&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/953836829773159919-2030986892285153301?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/2030986892285153301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=2030986892285153301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2030986892285153301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2030986892285153301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/08/bali-trip-post-1.html' title='The Bali Trip Post 1'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnWm1148HgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Mj4aViFK3Z8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1904926691966382013</id><published>2009-07-31T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:20:42.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rantings &amp; Plain Complain</title><content type='html'>Ok. I sort of lie about my update especially on Bali. Due to some circumstances, I left my camera at home and unable to upload most of the pics into my laptop which generally means that I can't update my blog about my trip. So sorry to you all who asked me to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me side track a lil before I upload the Bali trip. To be honest, I really felt that 4 days of being absent seriously changes a lot of things. Before leaving for the trip, I felt everything was going well. No relationship problems with friends nor aunts, works are completely done and everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But things took a change when I returned, I felt like the person whom I'm close with are now distancing themselves from me, work load are getting more difficult and my studies are like deteriotrating. Too much of stress I put on myself one may say but I think something is wrong. I don't know what but I think there must be something. So sometimes, not necessary all problems we must face it and try to solve it. Sometimes, when problem arises and you can't solve it, one of the best solution is sit down, cry,wipe off the tears and face the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A million of friends will be with you when you're happy but that million you sought after when you're sad would just vanish with a snap of finger". Being strong is what matters the most now. A good example, Kingston loved the bird his grandma bought for him when he was a child. Kingston took good care of the bird and the bird was very obedient to him. One day, Kingston decided to open the cage and let the bird fly to test her loyalty to him. The bird flew off and never returned. Grandma saw what happened and bought Kingston a new bird which looks identical but it was never the same feeling that Kingston had for the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, some decisions are made and no matter how unwillingly we let it go, we have to let go with an open arm. Read from a book I had last time.Sigh, things are pretty messy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1904926691966382013?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1904926691966382013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1904926691966382013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1904926691966382013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1904926691966382013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/07/rantings-plain-complain.html' title='Rantings &amp; Plain Complain'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-786123667351633516</id><published>2009-07-06T18:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:09:18.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dead yet F Y I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too lazy to update on what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After abandoning it for like almost 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue to blabber in another 2 weeks time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE YOU ENJOY SEEING THIS POST FOR ANOTHER 2 WEEKS AFTER ALMOST 2 MONTHS OF TORTURE ON MOTHER'S DAY POST =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-786123667351633516?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/786123667351633516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=786123667351633516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/786123667351633516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/786123667351633516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-7389023251382002501</id><published>2009-05-10T19:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:55:48.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers day</title><content type='html'>Mother's day was today. Any special message created to send to dearest mummy? Or you just copied from someone, pasted it and send to her? Anyway, I think bout this and I had just send to my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years of care you gave is unpayable except by 3 words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years of love showered are being owed for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 years of hurt and quarrel you endured is due to my naiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over 20 years I had not uttered this 3 words and I do not want it to left unsaid nor it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple 3 strong words of I love you mum I said hopefully manage to make you happy on a special day like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wrote this to my mom. Thought of it for sometime. Can't develop long as the words in sms are limited. I've spent two days doing nothing and I'm in deep trouble now. Have to start studying hard and no more playing! Off to study now. Shall end this post with two pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Sga_s_Lc__I/AAAAAAAAAds/S6U9iCcaiRY/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Sga_s_Lc__I/AAAAAAAAAds/S6U9iCcaiRY/s320/DSC00601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334161588261552114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Sga_tHMm9NI/AAAAAAAAAd0/JsEUQ79R5go/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Sga_tHMm9NI/AAAAAAAAAd0/JsEUQ79R5go/s320/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334161590413882578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Both are sleeping. Not Mati! Choi u ok! Touch wood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-7389023251382002501?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/7389023251382002501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=7389023251382002501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7389023251382002501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7389023251382002501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-was-today.html' title='Mothers day'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Sga_s_Lc__I/AAAAAAAAAds/S6U9iCcaiRY/s72-c/DSC00601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-3661650376517738413</id><published>2009-05-03T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:09:42.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress environment</title><content type='html'>Just had a two-and-half hour journey back from K.L. Traffic was horrendous and the jam was killing. Sitting at the most back of the bus, I felt like anytime I could be superman and just flew in front. The bus driver step the break so hard that everytime I feel the jerk-to-the-front feeling and seriously, it annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, recently with classes are ending shortly and finals is two weeks away, I feel that many people are being overcome by stress. I heard some of my friends complaining that they feel lonely, that they feel the world is not the one the once lived in and the people they knew weren't the same previously. I do not deny that stress has changed the course of human's lifestyle these days apart from the expectation from people we loved which add in more stress. Everyone do feel the stress and so do I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I complain, I must show my positive and ability to handle this tremendous stress. If I can't handle it, how can I help the people around me. I can't help to solve their problem but I can listen to their problems and perhaps give some advice in order to relieve their stress. I do know that some people might get uncomfortable sharing their problems but if they take matters in their own hand, it takes a longer time to solve it. That's what friends for right? But to think again, I prefer friends who will stick to you no matter high lor low's and not those who sought for your help when needed and ignore you when not. I felt like being taken advantage and it hurts a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope that everyone will get well soon. Finals is just round the corner and have to work hard for it! All the best peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-3661650376517738413?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/3661650376517738413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=3661650376517738413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3661650376517738413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3661650376517738413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/05/stress-environment.html' title='Stress environment'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-7310841236192531884</id><published>2009-05-02T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:30:02.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>Just came back from my cousin's house since this morning where I reached K.L around 9 am. Went to fetch my mom to my uncle's house around 10. I drove alone from Kota Kemuning back to home and the journey is about 15 minutes drive where I sped. Reached home and my two dogs heard my voice rushed out barking and jumping after not seeing me for almost 2 months. Nickie got so fat and round that he look like a little piglet. Thank goodness he does not have any similiarities to my aunty's dog, buddy which have this pig/snore sound when being near or carried. If nickie has it, it defitnitely confirmed as a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 2 later, my mom receieved and emergency call from my cousin ( my mother's youngest brother side that is) saying that my uncle is in ICU for  serious denggi. Blood pallate was about 12 where the level that should be admitted to be hospital was 90. My mom and aunt was worried sick so I rushed back, fetched my dad and drove to UKM to see him. It was the same uncle who fell n went for operation last year. Barely a year later, he is in hospital again. Pity him for a guy who barely fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then night comes and my mom, cousins and two future cousin-in-law were present and they were discussin bout the marriage stuff. Two of my female cousins are getting married on the same month! While I was watching movie, I curi dengar a bit and I heard they said I will be the welcoming bridegroom (what is it call) fella. My duty is to wait for them to give me ang pau and open the bridegroom's car door for them to enter. So here's the trick. My mom said I must see the ang pau first before opening and make sure must be purple or blue which is around RM 50 to 100! If red (RM 10), leave them in the car. My 2nd cousin's fiance said " Ang Pau not sure how much, straight give a PS3 settle d"..I was smiling while inside me saying why not ang pau + PS 3..haha..greedy me. Both of them were like staring at me and told me to be lenient and ask lesser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So two cousin, two tukang buka pintu and ikut bride punya car. Will i get to wear tuxedo?? LOL..just kidding I suppose. Not me getting married tapi pakai tuxedo? Must be kidding right. But the best/worst thing is that FOOD! I'm gonna get fat eating all the delicious food..haha! Anybody wan to join me?? Attend dinner tapi no ang pau included..=P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-7310841236192531884?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/7310841236192531884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=7310841236192531884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7310841236192531884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7310841236192531884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-8150527615667326135</id><published>2009-04-26T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:01:24.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=.=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SfRSRgovdeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/lFBXK0wIolA/s1600-h/DSC00612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SfRSRgovdeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/lFBXK0wIolA/s320/DSC00612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328974719858210274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the middle of this wide boundry-less ocean, there's always something unexpected will happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SfRVMpcHRTI/AAAAAAAAAdk/6XEevM0yhg4/s1600-h/DSC00273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SfRVMpcHRTI/AAAAAAAAAdk/6XEevM0yhg4/s320/DSC00273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328977934856701234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this university, there's a group of friends who's always appear at a place unexpectedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And that person is......&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;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Insert your own name here&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok ok..here's the main point. That person is me. I'm just like a huge rock in the middle of the ocean. Sometimes I appear at an unexpected place. Did no wrong and the waves of tsunami came crashing on me. I'm just a poor little rock, being bullied by the wave. Oh. A.G.O.N.Y! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back from PD today celebrating Jie Ying's 21 birthday. Joanne and Yee Vien were saying that it's like more of a meet the parents day to me instead of birthday. They kept saying how I must be a good son in law, show good example bla bla bla. Even the slightest thing like Jie Ying ask me to hold the flower oso kena tembak. They would go n say I'm proposing to Jie Ying. *swt swt*. So I played along a bit by saying, she's still deciding..got too many to choose aredi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, slept 4 - 5 hours yesterday with one hour memang celaka a bit as Jie Ying's mom and relatives saw me snoring and sleeping in a weird position.  Really Throw face la. Tapi aku sudah tired plus 2 can's of Carlsberg + a cool weather can confirm whack me off to dreamland without thinking anything. Haha. Anyway, will be a lil busy this week before Friday a holiday again! May's coming!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-8150527615667326135?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/8150527615667326135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=8150527615667326135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8150527615667326135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8150527615667326135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='=.='/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SfRSRgovdeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/lFBXK0wIolA/s72-c/DSC00612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1741435453430717371</id><published>2009-04-17T09:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:19:34.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gruesome pics</title><content type='html'>****DISCLAIMER******&lt;br /&gt;If you have a fragile heart and a lizard hater, please do not scroll down. You have been warned that this post contain gross image that might affect a person differently. Proceed at your own cost.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Currently goin online in campus. For the first time, after paying about RM50/year without even using it, I think the line provided is sort of ok-ok only. I've been wasting about an hour and half listening to those presentations, no thanks to the first group who took almost 45 minutes. After about 15 minutes left and a group has yet to present, the lecturer announced that our group will be carry foward to next week which really frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon was blazing hot and when I went to the gym, I was in a total mess for my daily routine. A normal exercise routine which normally takes me 10 - 15 minutes became 20 - 30 minutes due to the high level of dehydration. I was sweating so badly and the electrolytes in the body were discharging fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4.30 my uncle hurried me to go to MP for PC fair where he bought a Toshiba Laptop costing RM 1699. Didn't really enjoy myself as I was tired but took a few glimpse at some pretty girls who are promoting there. *winks*. My cousin then bugged me by calling me and asked me to buy a laptop. She asked my aunt to borrow her money but my aunt refuse. Then, she called me and even pester me to ask my uncle straight while she listen on the phone. How face throwing is that! I told her I'll call back later when I get the answer but before I could get the answer, she kept called me every 10 minutes and asked me what is the answer! Damn it, I hate being the middle man! After getting so frustrated, I just say no, they don't want to borrow her the money. She even gave such a stupid excuse by saying she's pregnant and going to get marry so can repay them back very fast. Seriously, I went WTF?! when I hear this type of idiotic excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back and grab a nap and woke up just now to find this gruesome pic in my other housemate's toilet.&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/Seiqh9AIrXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jLh2ujInLBQ/s1600-h/DSC00595.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/Seiqh9AIrXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jLh2ujInLBQ/s320/DSC00595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325694059653148018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A badly squashed lizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was just inches away from the carcass where I turned and looked what is it and gave a loud shriek when I saw it's a lizard. I called my housemate and he rushed to see and even went "eww". I asked him who commited this murder and he said he's not sure whether is it him when he bath or another housemate who went back. Seriously, this is disgusting. I wonder where is it's head. Poor lizard hiding at the door end up getting squashed. A pity way to die though.&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/953836829773159919-1741435453430717371?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1741435453430717371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1741435453430717371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1741435453430717371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1741435453430717371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/04/gruesome-pics.html' title='Gruesome pics'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/Seiqh9AIrXI/AAAAAAAAAdU/jLh2ujInLBQ/s72-c/DSC00595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1597278527752025633</id><published>2009-04-15T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:24:24.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>April 15th, Malacca's Historical Day. A day where every shopping malls are packed with people as it is an off day and culture dance are everywhere. So, since classes are cancelled today, I went out with two housemates and 3 girls. We went out by 10.30 hoping to catch the sushi king's members day promotion but nonthelessly, we never make it as the line was too long. Went to eat at sharon cousin's place outside of MP and then off to movie. Watched Fast n Furious 4 and it wasn't really that nice. Seriously, I was bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes to shopping, when everyone was busy shopping for their own things, I was left alone. At first one of my housemate accompanied me but later he went to look for his bottle to fill in the lucky stars while I follow two other ladies. While follow till certain place, the two lady ran so fast away from me, leaving me alone walking. I walked back alone to the GSC for the movie. After the movie, something bad happened and I rushed back and then went back to DP to fetch them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall, today was seriously a bad outing for me. I felt sort of lonely walking alone amist of so many people and with some bad events happened, today is seriously one of the many days I should not remember. Sigh, =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1597278527752025633?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1597278527752025633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1597278527752025633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1597278527752025633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1597278527752025633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1551038188653708195</id><published>2009-04-11T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:56:47.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>I think I'm suffering from burnout. Lately I'm always feeling very tired, weak and could sleep a lot! Is it cause of the weather or due to sleeping late? I felt energy-less when I go gym and once I'm on bed with a fan on, I could doze off to dreamland immediately. Could this be that I'm also becoming a pig just like someone? Je suis un cochon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid Term's are finally over. Some results are out and I'm satisfied with it while some I'm not. Assignments and presentation are going to accompany me next and then in a blink of an eye, it's final and au revoir to beta year and bonjour gamma year. Times pass real fast and now, it's time for our major studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been driving this 18 year old (and she's achieved her legal age!) proton saga car for 2 years and finally, I'm going to change to a brand new saga. (She's legal you see, so setting her free to mate and get new babies =D) Will be getting it end of this month. So I'll definitely not giving adyla driving it at all. Remembering that she can once just crash the car into the wall of her house, what about new car and she did a U- turn without brake and nearby has a tree or car. If the car got into a crash, I think my parents is going to pillage me on the flag poll and made me drive that wreckage. Plus, not to forget the mah fan-ness of kena car crash- reporting to police,insurance. Hmm, I'll take off the key and let them suffer in heat then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some who had not seen me like for sometime, they said I have lose weight! Nyahahaha. That means all my hard work in gym worked! Exercise exercise, eat less. I need to lose a lil more then I'll be satisfied with it! In a month, I've lost about 3kg (that's total before gym kg - total fats minus + total muscle gained). It's not really up to what I've expected but at least I did lose weight and paving myself to be more...you know.. So can jual mahal mahal. Lol..haha. Off to aunt's house now. Parents coming for qing ming and I'm not sure whether is Nickie here too or not..hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1551038188653708195?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1551038188653708195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1551038188653708195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1551038188653708195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1551038188653708195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1558333843259784735</id><published>2009-04-03T12:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:17:53.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt; Shock &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is the reaction shown by the respondants when a surprise is given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times in life have you been given a surprise or surprised someone? I bet every female couple would be loved to be given a surprise by their male partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, there was a conversation about how disappointed two girls are when they were wishing for a surprise from their male partner. They had wanted something at times and sometimes wish that their partner would surprise them by buying it. But sadly, their partner &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;potong stim&lt;/span&gt;/asked what they want even though they knew that she wanted something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I was different. I love to give surprises but hate to be surprised. (Seriously). Sometimes when I anticipated something, I couldn't wait for it and oftenly would want to see immediately. Also, I would do anything to just double confirm or peek what is the thing that I would get at times. Back to the main thing. The reason I love to give surprises. Try to surprise someone and look at their reaction. For example if a person wants something so badly but couldn't get it, then you try to give it to them secretly and look at their reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I've seen a few reaction. Once was when I bought a perfume and the reaction was :O..(mouth opens wide till lalat can go in) and secretly they were happy and gave a hidden billion watt smile. Another one more was during Sue Jane's birthday where I lied to her about eating at sibaraku then a walk at DP field and off to home. I knew she was hoping for a cake but I purposely gave her disappointment to see her shock-ed reaction when I presented the cake. Truthfully, try to look at those people's shock reaction and you'll noe what I mean. It's funny yet makes you feel happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be warned, never surprise another person's gf/bf when their partner is with them or u'll get a "I'm jealous" stare.Haha..especially when their partner can't surprise them. Lol..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1558333843259784735?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1558333843259784735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1558333843259784735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1558333843259784735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1558333843259784735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/04/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-3101210039163307779</id><published>2009-03-30T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T13:46:53.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leeches!</title><content type='html'>They are here!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(What's here??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leeches!!!! Blood sucking leeches has invaded MMU Malacca Campus. They are inhibiting around CLC Plaza Siswa and around Ixora. To summarize it, they are everywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I am talking about those foundation students who are doing their PBU selling. I can't believe this! Last year we terrorize our seniors and coursemates by asking them to buy. Catching and threatning at times so that we can do a good sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, karma befall upon us and junior's start to terrorize us. I went to campus for my finance class (luckily it's for two good hours only) and I evaded these "leeches" like mad! Left and right front and back. I just wish I could skip this whole week or probably next week too. Beware! I warn to those who are studying there, once a leech caught you, you'll find other's start to suck you like mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So begins the 2nd quarter of my long sem. The quarter which rapes my sanity to the very last bit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-3101210039163307779?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/3101210039163307779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=3101210039163307779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3101210039163307779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3101210039163307779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/03/leeches.html' title='Leeches!'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-6399379985283859918</id><published>2009-03-23T14:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:14:43.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Ok, the answer for the first person is Mr Cough and the second person is Miss Flu. I have been coughing badly which results my voice to change into some hoarse and rough with low sounds. I can't speak as usual I used to. Accompanying it is flu where my nose keeps 'crying' and I need a lot of tissue to 'lend a shoulder' and share her problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm too lazy to blog bout what am I doing lately. Nothing more than assignments and more workloads. It's like I'm doing more and more. Sigh, I'm mentally wiped out. Is it cause of my imagination on some agenda and the ability for me to pen it down makes me get more work? Or seriously my words can really capture the attention of readers. Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-6399379985283859918?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/6399379985283859918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=6399379985283859918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6399379985283859918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6399379985283859918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/03/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-701216652405249898</id><published>2009-03-22T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:52:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try guess</title><content type='html'>Mid term break is finally here. I did not went back as my parents will not be free to fetch me to the bus stand on weekend as they were goin back for qing ming ( clean grandparents grave). Everyone has went back except me alone. But luckily I have two person to accompany me. So thoughtful of this two to accompany me and don't leave me alone. Let me introduce this two person shall I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person: He might be small but yet he's tough. Irritating as always and could be fatal if provoked. Yeah, try guess who's the first person. You all know who is he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person: She's pretty and girlish. She loves to cry which often makes me weak. She can sometimes make me so powerless with her charm! Try guess who is this too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall reveal the answer..in the mean time..try answer them via chatbox. (Actually to make my chatbox don't look so dead. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week I shall try to finish all assignments n study for finance, the next brain killing subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-701216652405249898?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/701216652405249898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=701216652405249898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/701216652405249898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/701216652405249898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/03/try-guess.html' title='Try guess'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-7235608883837535222</id><published>2009-03-15T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:39:18.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Sunday, March 15.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh made a new discovery today. He used to think that he can manipulate words so nicely that it can capture people's attention and feelings. But today, he discovered he is bad at words. And i mean real sucky bad. When it comes to some individual (yes,I refuse to reveal who is that individual), I find myself unable to express what I want to say but instead I came out with a words that can possible make that particular individual misunderstood. Even though it's a matter of time till the truth comes out but I think now it's not the time plus I don't know the chance of me being accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam is in this week. I feel crap now cause I don't know when is my exam plus I don't sense the urgency to study hard like others have done.Seeing everyone is studying so hard and stressing themselves. I know I need to hit my button as soon as possible.Anyway, I'm a lil worry now with the words I used to someone. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-7235608883837535222?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/7235608883837535222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=7235608883837535222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7235608883837535222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7235608883837535222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/03/worry.html' title='Worry'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1633551551639924826</id><published>2009-03-09T15:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:14:26.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>First of all..I'm proud to announce that I went to gym 4 days for this week and managed to burn around 450 calories. *clap clap*.I know it may sounds little but I find it as a achievement as I manage to increase the amount of calories burnt everytime I do the 10 minutes cycling. Don't know how much weight I've lost but think about the amount of food I ate on weekend makes me wonder that all the time I spent in gym is equal to the amount of intake I had this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, yeah, my mom and my cousin came to malacca. On saturday itself, after when to Alai for ikan bakar which I ate about 20+ of otak otak, my cousin her bf and me went to jonker for a walk. Crazy as she could be, she bought a lot from there especially sunglasses. Eating as if like she's pregnant wif triple baby. Then around 12, she suggested to go Pure for clubbing and off we went. Seriously, I will never go clubbing ever again! It's because I can't stand their sound system. Everytime the drum beats, my heart will skip once. My eye hurts like mad as a lot ppl were fagging there. Going to clubbing place like that really cause me to have lungs cancer faster. Dahla environment aredi polluted. Going in there worsen it. Was bored at there and we left early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend the whole sunday being a damn good boy, refusing to go out wif cousin and spend some quality time with mom. No, I ain't mamma boy but it's just that my mom came all the way, so why should I not spend some time wif her. When for satay celup and makan till whole body sweat and sadly we ate at the wrong shop. My mom sat at a wrong place at Ong Kim Wee, so no choice la. The famous place nid to line up, so lazy la. Came back around 7 and terus pengsan on the chair. Cousin tickled me and talk to me I oso din layan cause too exhausted after gym-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SbTOglcLOII/AAAAAAAAAdM/2Ip_1axOxXk/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SbTOglcLOII/AAAAAAAAAdM/2Ip_1axOxXk/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311096919778080898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was nostalgic when I see this clock at Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to bug my aunty to come n see the presentation made by this clock when I was small, everyday when it reaches an hour, it would play where the sound is so loud, clowns will come out and walk around like those old cuckoo clock. Sat on the bench and was talking with my mom about this clock where my mom tease me on how relunctant I am to leave when I watch the thing moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast, 3 days holiday comes to an end and it's back to business again. Tutorial pun belum buat tapi kena start aredi. Mati la this time.sigh!&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/953836829773159919-1633551551639924826?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1633551551639924826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1633551551639924826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1633551551639924826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1633551551639924826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/03/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SbTOglcLOII/AAAAAAAAAdM/2Ip_1axOxXk/s72-c/DSC00590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1687467715923740828</id><published>2009-03-03T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:55:42.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worries</title><content type='html'>Toastmaster was today, I was worry sick for the whole night yesterday till when I woke up this morning, I had stomach upset. Went to toilet to *u know what to do when stomach upset* business and went to campus. Was blardy nervous for the past 20 minutes b4 gaining confidence to talk in front but sadly I didn't manage to do my toastmaster as some people who's english are not so good but good in procastinating. So these few A class students wasted time keep AHHH in front or keeping quiet and everyone is rushing to do. So have to wait for next week though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's 1 down for this week and next up..French QUIZ!! Sigh, aku tak mau mati due to stress. Today while going for my BMK, I walked past CLC towards the hostel to take water. Half way through CLC 0001, sumbody called me and I turned around and saw Audrey. She persuaded me to go JCN n buy the coupon. Don't know why that time I too lembut or what, I just agreed! Haih, if Audrey read this, I guess she's gonna mark me and ask me buy more! I'm going to broke if like this.. Haha..perhaps her eye contact can make me lembut n agree to buy things from her..aww..josh has a weak point!! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1687467715923740828?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1687467715923740828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1687467715923740828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1687467715923740828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1687467715923740828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/03/worries.html' title='Worries'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-5361098764286990547</id><published>2009-02-24T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:15:22.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt; WORDS &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can be defined as a combination of alphabets that form meanings.&lt;br /&gt;Can be spoken or written as a form of communications.&lt;br /&gt;With words, we can make new friends or destroy a relationship&lt;br /&gt;With words, we can make peace or war with a country&lt;br /&gt;Words are a powerful factor which can make a person fall for u or the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently fully aware of my situation. Sometimes I feel like shutting up and not even give a damn or cared about people's problem and how they are feeling. How would you feel when a friend of your's were unhappy and down, you were there for them and cherish n cheer them up. Then you're friend in front of you pretend to appreciated it and thank you for be there when they needed you but when you turn ur back, he started backstab you like mad. I can't tolerate hypocrites who pretend they appreciated one thing in front of you but backstab you when u turn your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like what the person said or you think it's impossible to do what as he said, then just shut up or opt another option which is to tell to that person straight that you think it's another way round. Even though it hurts that person or maybe not, it's better than you backstabbing him/her. Don't you know how hurt it would be if that person realise that the person he/she helped actually don't really appreciated it but instead stabbed a million of poisonous knife on the back of him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from the emo part. I've been sleeping in my room for the past 1 year and 7 months. There's been some sweet memory that happened in my room *ngek ngek*. So at the end of this month, I'll be shifting. No, not shifting house (Considering the pro's and con's of staying at my aunty's new house..) but shifting room. I'll be taking over my aunty's bedroom as my room had to be rented out which means I'll have an even bigger bed with an even bigger room and a personal toilet. Shouldn't you be happy if you get the same as me? No, I ain't anticipating it. Too big sometimes makes it scary. For example, I'm worried that if it rained heavily in the midnight, then when I opened my eye to peek around and suddenly lightning strikes and I see an image standing there. Omg, imagining it would make me shiver and started to think a lot of what-if-this-or-that-happened. As usual of thinking too much at times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, my tutor for BMC, Mr Lim Poh Wing was scary today. When I stepped into his room to hand in my CV, he straight asked me this. Typing his name now make me realise something, we both have the same initials! L.P.W..just that mine is Lau Ping Wey and he's is Lim Poh Wing. A coincidence? Ok back to the conversation that he had.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim: You're bryan right?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *shocked* huh? No, Josh&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim: You're e-mail is bryan boy right..&lt;br /&gt;Me: =.= (so loud summore) yes.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim: * I now recognize you little cupid who always stick with 3 beautiful girl*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Swt*.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Lim: You want this clinique?? I can give it to you *pointing to the girls behind of me who peeped*&lt;br /&gt;The girls: *stares*, no TQ. *Runs!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's scary at times. Knowing people and all without introduction. Good thing is that we don't have to do intro but bad is, it's scary!! Anyway, toastmaster is next week. Mr Lim asked us to listen to Lite FM as he will get the topics from there and use it as our topic for toastmaster. OMG! I hari hari 10/9/8/9/8am class, mana ada time to listen to radio. T.T. Matila aku for toastmaster. I'm preparing myself for next week's challenge. Btw, I had &lt;s&gt; spider &lt;/s&gt; sixth sense tingling yesterday to study for the french verbs. I feel that I might be called up to do either etre,avoir or aller. True enough, I was called up to do avoir and with my over confidence + a lil of mumble jumble + nervous, I wrote wrongly for my J'ai and Nous avons. I accidently wrote J'eh and Nous allons. Malu je!!! But oh well, at least I still remembered all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days raining heavily and all I could say is that, perhaps it's good as I don't nid to water the plants. Let the nature help me to do my work. Thank you GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-5361098764286990547?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/5361098764286990547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=5361098764286990547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5361098764286990547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5361098764286990547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/02/happenings-on-me.html' title='Happenings on me'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-3476788042740384592</id><published>2009-02-17T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:26:48.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horror after horror</title><content type='html'>This two weeks had been a not so good week for me. Last week had my car serviced on monday and the cost was about a whooping RM 700. Then on that week itself, while rushing to get my car and get things from my aunt all that, I had a minor sprained on my right leg's nerve which resulted a moody me for Wednesday &amp;amp; Thursday. ( Why two days of moodiness?). It was tiring as I was rushing and the class was 5 hours continuously on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, I was not alone celebrating Valentines as my frens from K.L came up and we went out together.&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqRnRrFdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/S4YyEK19d7M/s1600-h/DSC00597.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqRnRrFdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/S4YyEK19d7M/s320/DSC00597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303738730759787986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to jalan abuquekquek on Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqRjcZ8gI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7m_qJ37bYdM/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqRjcZ8gI/AAAAAAAAAcs/7m_qJ37bYdM/s320/DSC00595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303738729731060226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going out of Cheng Ho Tea House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqRMG3gSI/AAAAAAAAAck/kZVseX-DeTg/s1600-h/DSC00591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqRMG3gSI/AAAAAAAAAck/kZVseX-DeTg/s320/DSC00591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303738723466707234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sucking me in to take a view in Cheng Ho Tea House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqQ2NoowI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xxwRIaYlraE/s1600-h/DSC00590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqQ2NoowI/AAAAAAAAAcc/xxwRIaYlraE/s320/DSC00590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303738717589512962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rojak or sumthing that I ate a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqQtg2t3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/8M527Db0Oa0/s1600-h/DSC00589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqQtg2t3I/AAAAAAAAAcU/8M527Db0Oa0/s320/DSC00589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303738715254208370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lala that I ate at a lorong along Bunga Raya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then comes this week. Got to know that my neighbour's dad passed away. Even though I'm not really close to his dad, but I felt a deep sorrow as every morning I used to see him walking to have tea or taking a walk. He got cursed by a black magic by a bomoh. A malay girl who used to fall in love with him was jealous that he couldn't get him so he sought after bomoh and he was mentally unsound after that. I pity him a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next came is my uncle who I had a very close relationship got admitted into emergency ward as he got a serious accident. According to my aunty, probably my uncle was drunk when he turned into a junction that is supposed a one way street and had an awful head-on crash with another car. Thankfully is just a car and not a lorry. He received 16 stitches on his head and his collarbone and shoulder were all broken. Gosh. Might be going back to visit him this week or next next week. I just hope that the person that I loved won't leave me abruptly. It's just only 2 days of beginning of the new week and so many bad things had happened. I hope I can survive this whole week without anymore bad news or anything untoward happening to my family,friends and most importantly..myself.&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/953836829773159919-3476788042740384592?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/3476788042740384592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=3476788042740384592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3476788042740384592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3476788042740384592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/02/horror-after-horror.html' title='Horror after horror'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZqqRnRrFdI/AAAAAAAAAc0/S4YyEK19d7M/s72-c/DSC00597.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-7364654094014210080</id><published>2009-02-13T17:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:57:21.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A year has passed</title><content type='html'>So today's valentines eve. Many girls are anticipating how well their male counterpart would make this day a special one. Busy wraping and thinking how to surprise their loved ones, for the next 24 hours it would be a relationship enchance or break moment. What's my celebration you may ask but all I could say is no celebration. Why is that so? It's because of the last valentine I celebrated. I went all the way to try to get flowers for someone who I used to like. Even though it's not the flower she liked as it has already sold out, I tried to substitute it and make it nice so she would feel happy. I broke my bank by paying a huge dear amount for it. No, it's not the money that matters but imagine you waited for hours and then the person you intended to gave to just rejected it. I still remember that I cried after that. Yes, I cried ok? It's because I'm all drained out, trying to make a person happy but instead felt unappreciated. Yea, at last she did receive it but the first answer which rejected is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZVGqM5w-BI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DdyBWLWwZfY/s1600-h/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZVGqM5w-BI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DdyBWLWwZfY/s320/DSC00101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302221827130587154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The gift that I gave that never went or shown before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So a past is a past. Every episode that happened a year ago now is all behind me. I know that few years from now on, I would look back at what had happened and smiled. Feeling thankful for what had happen as it made me wiser rather than blaming and dwelling. So back to the main topic, I'm going to spend my time at home alone doing some zombie slaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZVHeqI5qEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QIabb_Eqg18/s1600-h/left-4-dead-faqs-walkthroughs-secrets-cheats-tips-tricks-425x265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZVHeqI5qEI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QIabb_Eqg18/s320/left-4-dead-faqs-walkthroughs-secrets-cheats-tips-tricks-425x265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302222728331896898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slaying a few bunch of horde of zombies in Left 4 Dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to it even though I'm a little bored of it. Apart from that, I'll be sitting at home reading newspaper,doing my daily weekends as if like it's just a normal ordinary day. A few people had even asked me out but I declined. I think I had spent too much this month so I guess it's better to stay at home and not use anymore money. Don't want to burden my parents as they are slowly ageing and their income will be limited. Anyway, I'm off to my aunt's house for dinner now. Going to and back everyday is seriously a burn to my petrol plus the bills that now I have to pay myself is seriously affecting my bank amount. Once again, I'm not stingy ok but I'm currently saving hard to finance for my Japan/Korea trip at Oct this year. Hopefully it materialise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to forget, I'm taking this oppurtunity to wish every couples and friends that I knew a wonderful loving blessed Valentine Day. Hopefully your relationship will improve and perhaps have wonderful surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------editted-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Here's a conversation that I had with Jason before he went back on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Sigh..I'm bored la. Come let's go get a girl!&lt;br /&gt;Josh: *stares at pc while listening to songs*What for? Later valentines day you spend spend spend spend. Then the next moment you'll see the girl you go after with another guy then how? Plus I rather spend the money on myself by travelling to overseas bla bla bla all that. Even better. What's the point of spending so much and then getting heartache or seeing them hurt you.What if you get materialistic girls. Gone lar!&lt;br /&gt;Jason: ....... *swt swt* *speechless*&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, to all girls, never get a bf like me! So kedekut! You'll never get flowers or bla bla bla. I maybe saying like this but I may differ if i found the right person. I'm just telling the truth about my past relationship plus I wonder why I always gets emo when it's near valentines. Sigh..as I was about to expect a whole day at home way of celebrating V-day, yesterday my secondary schoolmates gave me a sudden call and said they came down to Malacca and asked me out. So yeah, I'm not single mingle lonely bachelor who is confine to home anymore instead I am now hired as a hugely over size, space consuming and lousy tour guide by bringing them around to Stadhuys and MP all that. They wanted to eat " si ham" (I don't know what is it called in english but it goes with fried kuey teow which I personally hate it and called it shit cause it seriously taste like shit on my first bite previously!). I guess I'll be having a hard time eating it tonight. Will be off to Jonker too and perhaps get another bite on the fruits on sticks with honey coated. I love it so so much =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roads to MP and DP started to jam terribly at 12.00 pm. I see kiddo's as young as 15 buying flowers plus Winnie the Pooh to give to their gf's! Blardy rich kids. Imagine if I become as pretty as Sue Jane studying in High School and wonders how many flowers/teddy bears I would receive? *Knocks knocks* Back to reality. That will never happen plus Sue Jane, Tolong jangan bunuh saya, was just imagining. Don't marah ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, preparing to go out tonight. Gawd I feel tired =(&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/953836829773159919-7364654094014210080?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/7364654094014210080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=7364654094014210080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7364654094014210080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7364654094014210080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/02/year-has-passed.html' title='A year has passed'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SZVGqM5w-BI/AAAAAAAAAcE/DdyBWLWwZfY/s72-c/DSC00101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-451845304636374051</id><published>2009-02-07T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:56:00.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from badminton just now. Slept around 9 yesterday and woke up 7 this morning to exercise. Went for badminton around 4.30 just now and played for 2 hours..running none stop and looked as if i'm not tired. Guess what's the price I paid?? My knee hurts like mad. It's like I just performed lap dance for a whole night and now I'm walking like an old man + those guys with a huge ping pong ball below. Imagine me walking like dat..cruel eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-451845304636374051?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/451845304636374051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=451845304636374051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/451845304636374051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/451845304636374051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-came-back-from-badminton-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-2939516248950052735</id><published>2009-02-01T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:20:15.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scar</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hate when this happened to me. I wonder what when and how does my fear of leaving far away from home would haunt me. I admit when I was small..say when I was born, I was left at the baby sitting center till I'm 17. Yes, 17!! Changing from one to another and a few times left to stay with my baby sitter while my parents are away to holidays. Maybe that's how my fear developed. A little kid like me waited for my parents to come and fetch me but as the sun falls, I was getting more and more scared and would sit at the gate and wait till my parents come to take me home. Sometimes I would wait so long that I would fall asleep and wake up in the middle of the night, crying as I know I'm not home. I had this fear till I was 12 and after that, I was getting better with it and manage to overcome it. But sometimes when this fear returns, I would often go into mild depression, feeling lonely and starting to have the same syptom; wanted to sink myself in my own comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be 20 in about few months time and I must fight this fear off me. I knew I could do it. It's kinda demotivating to know that a person like me in future which must travel a lot has this fear which will pose the biggest challenge in my career in future. Oh well, I guess time to go off to bed and be gone my fear!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-2939516248950052735?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/2939516248950052735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=2939516248950052735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2939516248950052735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2939516248950052735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/02/scar.html' title='Scar'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1472604717265298767</id><published>2009-01-30T16:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:34:12.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum update</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the almost a month hiatus. Had been to lazy to update blog plus my bluetooth programme was not installed so I can't manage to upload pics. As I had no pics, it lowers my enthusiasm to blogs. So back to what I've left out since the last post. Went to PD and since it's a all girls and me single guy. I was being expelled from the girls room and slept alone in another room. Boy I was kinda not used to the environment thus the first night I ended up sleeping with the lights on. Went to the beach and took some pics and received my punishment. BBQ at night and the next day it's back to K.L. Nothing happen until CNY. As my excuse for not updating, here's a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocbnoE8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Xhy3Wlrd_5Q/s1600-h/josh+jane2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocbnoE8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Xhy3Wlrd_5Q/s320/josh+jane2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297473899354133442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jane gali kubur..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocJ0Q3jI/AAAAAAAAAbc/x6QwHmmLGGI/s1600-h/jane+josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocJ0Q3jI/AAAAAAAAAbc/x6QwHmmLGGI/s320/jane+josh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297473894575300146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clearly you can see who's exhausted =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocNcJGeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/44iCR8A8Nd8/s1600-h/Josh+Jane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocNcJGeI/AAAAAAAAAbk/44iCR8A8Nd8/s320/Josh+Jane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297473895547869666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Punishment 1: I have to be shorter than Jane n have&lt;br /&gt;that bucket on my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocZNlacI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qziZb4pKtcE/s1600-h/sexy+josh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocZNlacI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qziZb4pKtcE/s320/sexy+josh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297473898708036034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don cha wish your girlfren was hot like me XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocReA4ZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ky52GEL_dOc/s1600-h/dun+jealous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocReA4ZI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ky52GEL_dOc/s320/dun+jealous.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297473896629461394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at my asset!! Pail look a like n it's so heavy!&lt;br /&gt;(realised why is it troublesome to have huge assets) =P&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/953836829773159919-1472604717265298767?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1472604717265298767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1472604717265298767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1472604717265298767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1472604717265298767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/01/sum-update.html' title='Sum update'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SYRocbnoE8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/Xhy3Wlrd_5Q/s72-c/josh+jane2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-32670054563005449</id><published>2009-01-07T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T09:34:21.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last paper!!</title><content type='html'>It's my final paper tomorrow! Psychology exam at 2.30 then it's off to PD..YAY!!..My laptop was diagnosed with duno-what-cancer where the life saving unit (where it sees ur heartbeat..what is it called aredi?) kept shouting me for help. Sometimes it hurt so much that it kept telling me over 20 times to let him go under the knife. To save him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on monday I sent him to the hospital and got himself wonderfully cleaned and come out as a brand new lappy! We are both a happy person now. No more life saving unit for him and no more alarm-sound-like warning for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to studying for finals. Last 3 chapter and I'm starting to fly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-32670054563005449?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/32670054563005449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=32670054563005449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/32670054563005449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/32670054563005449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-paper.html' title='Last paper!!'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-8656091292413458013</id><published>2009-01-03T22:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:55:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happening During Final week of 2008</title><content type='html'>This post was suppose to be posted up a few days but I was busy doing revision so I don't have the time to do it. I'm done wif revision and am relaxing for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from last Friday, my mom came and we went to Tesco to buy grocery where I come upon to this poor fella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV94R24oLqI/AAAAAAAAAac/E_oOGVQLkNU/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV94R24oLqI/AAAAAAAAAac/E_oOGVQLkNU/s320/DSC00563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287076735742389922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken's head stuff right up into it's ass! *reminds me of Hancock*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While snapping this photo, a few passer-by gave me a "you're damn wu liao" look. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then monday mom went back and comes Tuesday and Wednesday. Something changed. It changed my environment of living for now. May I present to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV96nKArUmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bRjlh3nS9ic/s1600-h/DSC00564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV96nKArUmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/bRjlh3nS9ic/s320/DSC00564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287079300676932194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Noni's ugly hair which later became..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV96HcfjbGI/AAAAAAAAAak/s3lWS8zqjqs/s1600-h/DSC00565.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV96HcfjbGI/AAAAAAAAAak/s3lWS8zqjqs/s320/DSC00565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287078755882462306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Botak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV96HgcfS9I/AAAAAAAAAas/lUZxBUhcw2g/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV96HgcfS9I/AAAAAAAAAas/lUZxBUhcw2g/s320/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287078756943350738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Botak Buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV96H6jze2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Yh9VOSrXv4o/s1600-h/DSC00568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV96H6jze2I/AAAAAAAAAa0/Yh9VOSrXv4o/s320/DSC00568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287078763953355618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Together with my uncle forging the botak gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic eh? Everyday early morning I'll come across 3 botak ppl..=.= and lastly, this is for misbos. I did sushi and made a mistake. I din put enough vinegar as the smell stinks and I pressed it wrongly and not hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV98CQfeu1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/cKtosNhlFcE/s1600-h/DSC00569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV98CQfeu1I/AAAAAAAAAbE/cKtosNhlFcE/s320/DSC00569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287080865784838994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dare not reveal how it look like after cut. But its ugly though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-8656091292413458013?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/8656091292413458013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=8656091292413458013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8656091292413458013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8656091292413458013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/01/happening-during-final-week-of-2008.html' title='Happening During Final week of 2008'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SV94R24oLqI/AAAAAAAAAac/E_oOGVQLkNU/s72-c/DSC00563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1043183888536621172</id><published>2009-01-03T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:31:51.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evil people tagged me..Many had tagged me but I was too lazy to do. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[01] Real name: Josh Lau Ping Wey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[02] Nickname: Joshie,George, Gay, Gorilla, Joshie Smoshie, Bapak Ayam, (and the list goes on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[03] Status: single but half available&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[04] Zodiac Sign: Taurus (the cow, my year ho!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[05] Gender: Not pondan not girl not bapak ayam but a Macho Man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[06] Age: I might be going to be 20 but people would see me older =(?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[07] High School: Smk Seri Saujana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[08] College: Multimedia University, Malacca Campus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[09] Height: Shorter than some girls..=( about 5" 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[10] Weight: hmm..i'm 100kg dinosaur!! Believe me? (Better don't)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[11] Do you like yourself: No, I loove myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[12] Piercings: Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[13] Right or left: Butt hole =.=.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[14] Are you a freak: Hell YEAH!! This is Joshie!! RAWRR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[15] Hair: Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo Purple. (LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[16] Skin: Not pure white and not brown. I'm capelang (mixture XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[17] Allergic: Mango,durian,asam and taggers who tag me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[18] What are you doing now: Looking at my sexy shin chan dancing (shake it shake it!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[19] What will you doing 1 hour later: Do revision or maybe Pet society-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[20] What will you doing 10 years later: Marry, Business, or maybe a 30 year old virgin =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[21] Live with mother/father/parents/family: with family and aunt and uncle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[22] Siblings(included you): 4 (is dog counted?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[23] Eldest: my bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[24] Youngest: my sexy smoking hot popular naughty noisy smart Nickie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[25] Love/hate your family: I love them except when my 'younger sister' and 'younger brother' start to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[26] You found your another half: hmm.. hunting,where are euuu??!.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[27] If yes, who is he/she: Someone as fair as snow white, as pretty as cinderella and eyes as big as princess jasmin..lol..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[28] Who you want he/she to be: Superwoman..so I can fly to work! ( I know I'll regret this when we quarrel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[29] Time(s) you in relationship: Once? Twice? None? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[30] Ever woo boy/girl: Woo hoo..of course! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[31] Anyone woo you before: Ya ya.. A lot girls had stalked me. Recently on 18/12 being stalked again &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[32] Did anything wrong to your other half: Which half? The macho me or the pondan me? XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[33] What was/were the wrong you had done: The macho me slept wif the pondan me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[34] Ever argue with your other half: Nop (cause both are loving )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[35] You with your other half since: 6 months ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[36] Are you straight/Lesbo: a mixture of gay and lesbian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[37] Reasons you love your other half: Cause part is gay n the other is lesbian, it makes me straight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[38] You and your other half in which stage: stage 10.. The 'I'll live with you till death or you find another part and dump me'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[39] You woo he/she or he/she woo you: ek..secret..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[41] Your first best friend: A B C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[42] Your first enemy: Power Rangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[43] The friends you love the most: All of my friends including XYZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[44] The enemy you hate the most(1only): The word F*CK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[45] Your most beautiful girl friend: Linda Chung, Sue Jane, Adyla, Joanne Tay, Pei Yan, My pincher, Buddy (aunt's gold shih tzu), Yee Vien, and lot's more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[46] Your most handsome boy friend: The macho side of me =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[47] The kind of girl you hate the most: Rude, Show Off, Arrogant, Bitchy, Lala and not-pretty-but-act-as-if-she's-gorgeous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[48] The kind of boy you hate the most: Arrogant, Pick Friend by rank, Look down on people,bastardy, guys-who-wore-extra-thick-specs-frame-which-don't-suit's-them (lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[49] You fall in love with your close friend before: Ah..Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[50] Your best friend is your ex-lover: Nop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[51] If your friend backstabbing you: *Achoo* *Achoo* Yea, someone backstabbed me 2 seconds ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[52] If your friend betray you: Quiet, shock and said F*CK OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[53] If your friend woo your lover: Happened once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[54] If your friends fall in love with you: Name me the criteria and I'll analyze first. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[55] If you fall in love with your best friend: oh my! That save the ice breaking session =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE STUDIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[56] Are you a good student: so-so type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[57] You always done your homeworks/assignments: If I love it, I'll give a lot effort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[58] The teacher/tutor you love the most: Ah..no idea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[59] Always late to school/college: rarely, except once  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[60] Your class: Trisemester 2 Beta Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[61] You love your seniors: I only had one or two. So, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[62] Senior who you love the most: hmm... none?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[63] Your classmates good/bad: good and bad, wonderful and rotten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[64] Excellent result classmate: This varies among us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[65] Laziest classmate: Every sem I'll have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[66] Smart people: My auntie &amp;amp; uncle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[67] Stupid people: Me, cause when I'm blur at times, my aunty would scold me "Why a under graduate student like you could be so stupid?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[68] Good looking people: Ah, ask the pondan side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[69] Ugly people: The macho side then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[70] Funny people: buahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[71] Cute people: *Acts Cute* =.="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[72] Bad people: Mat Rempit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[73] Honest people: Santarina in Hot Red Clothes! Woo *nose bleeds*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[74] Acting people: *Claps* Great acting!! plus a slap/punch for those I feel offended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[75] You are what kind of people: Good, Comfy type, Pervert and Scare the shit out you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE PREFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[76] Lip or eyes: Eyes la! No eyes how to see who to kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[77] Hugs or kisses: Girls..hugs, Guys.. 10 feet of me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[78] Shorter or taller: Short cause I'll look funny if I'm with a tall girl lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[79] Hesitant or spontaneous: Spontaneous and honest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[80] Nice stomach or nice arms: Nice flat stomach for girls (not with 4 or 6 packs..lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[81] Listener or talker: Listen when I talk and talk when I listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[82] Romantic or rich: Romantic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[83] Good husband/wife or Good Father/mother : Both with an additional of craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SRadPtiDv-U/SVHXIRcbY2I/AAAAAAAAC-M/kEH6SjbINcI/s1600-h/0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THE FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[84] Age to get marry: Before I'm branded as old virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[85] Numbers of kid(s): 2 or 3? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[86] Career: Owning a business that deals in pharmaceutical perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[87] Salary: More than Donald Trump (Lol )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[88] Retirement age: When the first leaf falls during autumn ( Like it happens in Malaysia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[89] Properties value: Eiffel Tower, Pyramid and The Smiling God Of Josh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[90] Wishes: Health, A Loving and Great gf who become my wife, Money Money, Laughter and the smile of those who had suffered in pain for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person to tag: Sue Jane (don't turn a blind eye!) &amp;amp; Irene &amp;amp; U!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- spacer for skins that want sidebar and main to be the same height--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1043183888536621172?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1043183888536621172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1043183888536621172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1043183888536621172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1043183888536621172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-tags.html' title='I hate Tags'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-8594084880614624371</id><published>2009-01-01T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T00:25:32.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usher into Year 2009</title><content type='html'>The scribbler of this blog wishes every blog reader HAPPY NEW YEAR. 2009. It's now officially an increase in number of age for those who are born in 1989. It's been 2 decades since the day we are born on to this earth. Sooner or later we will start to see the marriage of couples but before that, graduation first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bye 2008! A year where new adventure begun for me, a new life, a new me with the presence of laughter, tears, and some epic! A quick review shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ushered 2008 with a paper before going to Genting for a holiday with course mates. Then comes the final sem of foundation where lot's of tragedy and problems occured. Tears were spilled, laughter were made and memories were stored in our heart. Some memories such as waking up as early as 5 a.m and drive around like a mad man to get my team members to prepare for our PBU selling thing. This is when I first time sprained my hand by acquiring high level of IQ which lead me to hit the ice with a bare hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes something that changed my life. Even though it lasted barely a year, I've learned lots of stuff especially in controlling my temper. Even though I was deeply saddened by it, but thanks to a wonderful-timing trip to Taiwan which made me recover from it faster than expected. Fast foward to my first year of degree, first sem. I had encounter an eye opener problem where in a short amount of time people changes a lot and they pick friends by rank and not by bond. Didn't give a damn on these so called friends as they were freaking childish and giving me a major headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had compensated my 4 months of torture with genting trip once again and this time, I played like mad and even got recorded while sleeping! Moves on to 2nd sem where I met more people. Some of them were really nice and I really liked them but I forbid myself from getting into another relationship just to avoid any problems again. Study comes first *winks*=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly comes to 31st Dec, celebrated my New Year countdown with psychology book. Yes, I was studying till 12 and I didn't realise it. So anyway, I'm off to bed now. 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a living and support his family.&lt;br /&gt;Running around in a car,&lt;br /&gt;Walking around and trying to persuade customers,&lt;br /&gt;At times some customers he failed to persuade them to buy his products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home feeling dehydrated and worn out,&lt;br /&gt;Greeted by two lovely dogs,&lt;br /&gt;He felt like at home,&lt;br /&gt;His wife greeted him with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;But his son who don't understand how he feels a day out at work&lt;br /&gt;Grumbling on why is he so late for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and tried to hide the tiredness he had endured the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times his son scolded him for not being able to purchase some things,&lt;br /&gt;Which his son considered an item that can boost his position among his friends,&lt;br /&gt;The man tried to give the best of the best education he can afford,&lt;br /&gt;The best shelter and the best dressing so that his family would be presentable to other people,&lt;br /&gt;Even though his clothes are torn and old,&lt;br /&gt;He still wore it as he felt a pride,&lt;br /&gt;As the torn clothes symbolizes how much sacrifice he had made,&lt;br /&gt;For his beloved wife and sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he do not have enough time to guide his son in studies,&lt;br /&gt;He willingly spend some time and went to bed late at night,&lt;br /&gt;Just to check and guide his son a little,&lt;br /&gt;Just to make sure his son perform well in his studies,&lt;br /&gt;He tried to make every cent of his pocket spent on his son's education worth it,&lt;br /&gt;But disappointedly his son perform poorly in his study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving around to earn a living for his family,&lt;br /&gt;One day he met with an accident,&lt;br /&gt;His car plunged into the ravine,&lt;br /&gt;Nearly killed the him,&lt;br /&gt;He prayed that he wanted to live on,&lt;br /&gt;As he wanted to see both of his son succeed in life&lt;br /&gt;And not leave both his son father-less and his wife a widow&lt;br /&gt;God granted him this wish and made him survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years after years, the son grew up.&lt;br /&gt;To one day under the hot scorching sun,&lt;br /&gt;He was complaining how hot the day is,&lt;br /&gt;But in his mind he thought about his father,&lt;br /&gt;Who is old now and still working tirelessly to pay for his son's education.&lt;br /&gt;Recalling on how the son scolded his father after a hard day work out&lt;br /&gt;On a weather like this,&lt;br /&gt;Tears came rolling down his cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who's once young has been struggling to earn a living for over 30 years,&lt;br /&gt;Saving most of his money by eating the most cheapest food and wearing the most cheapest shirt,&lt;br /&gt;Is finally losing his youth strength he once had due to aging,&lt;br /&gt;He's unable to work as he used to be when he was young,&lt;br /&gt;All he wish for is to see his son succeed and nothing more,&lt;br /&gt;For he willingly sacrifice everything he has,&lt;br /&gt;For the betterment of his son even though he don't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;He will still be working hardly,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding his physically and mentally tired body&lt;br /&gt;Behind his old and wrinkle face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son realised of the things his father had done,&lt;br /&gt;For money and fame isn't the most important thing in life,&lt;br /&gt;It's the sacrifice that his father has made,&lt;br /&gt;In order to see him succeed in future.&lt;br /&gt;He made his father's sacrifice his motivation,&lt;br /&gt;Even though the education he had now isn't a worth one to study,&lt;br /&gt;He will one day make his father proud,&lt;br /&gt;A man who's proud of all his sacrifice that he had done,&lt;br /&gt;To see his son carrying a first class degree in graduation ceremony!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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37'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-8639335085681962467</id><published>2008-12-25T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T17:47:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas movies??</title><content type='html'>Why is Malaysia movie release date so stupid?? Can someone explain why? It's Christmas today and in conjunction with it, they should release christmas related movie such as Four Christmas and etc. But no, they release it on 1st January. Ain't it stupid? Why bother releasing it after the christmas mood had ended 5 days after the actual date? Imagine they release before Christmas, I'm sure they can rake in lot's n lot's of sale on ticket as everyone will purchase it. Sigh, lousy marketing strategy by Malaysia Cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to go for a movie especially on christmas themes. I still remember the Polar Express which I watched a few years back which was so near to Christmas. It seriously made we think that I wish there was this express to take me to North Pole and see Santa!! I was 17 at that time mine you and I was fascinated by that movie. But starting from last year, I did not catch any movie related to Christmas theme near Christmas. Sigh, oh a-go-ny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-8639335085681962467?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/8639335085681962467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=8639335085681962467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8639335085681962467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8639335085681962467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-movies.html' title='Christmas movies??'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-7804782361231129189</id><published>2008-12-24T17:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:16:55.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas eve!</title><content type='html'>It's Christmas Eve!! My car's road tax died yesterday which literally means that I will not be able to go out to celebrate Christmas..Aww..=( It's because of my father who always forgets about the car's road tax, he did the renew last minute. I'll only be able to drive at Friday or Saturday which means have to wait till my mom reaches.sob sob..T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully somebody had gave me sumthing to accompany my loneliness.&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SVH7wkZAUuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/laEVMUIExl0/s1600-h/DSC00561.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SVH7wkZAUuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/laEVMUIExl0/s320/DSC00561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283280649703150306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TADAA!! A sexy shin chan in bikini which will shake it's head and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SVH7wSrqUwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/n2xJcNdnRUI/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SVH7wSrqUwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/n2xJcNdnRUI/s320/DSC00562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283280644949562114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And little Rudolph to accompany me to bed too! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing sexy Shin Chan shake it's body, it makes me feel like playing madagascar's song and dance around! I like to move it move it! You like to move it move it. I'm gonna play Modo Modo's role. Muahahaha..LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SVH7v1kPNzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8tJtN5QYrP4/s1600-h/DSC00557.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SVH7v1kPNzI/AAAAAAAAAaE/8tJtN5QYrP4/s320/DSC00557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283280637133797170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Christmas Present to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I don't blog on friday or saturday, that means I'm dead as someone's someone will go after me and KILL ME! GOSH, dun kill me!! Thanks to Sue Jane, Joanne, Yee Vien and J Ying for the prezzies..I love them very much. I don't intend to open Joanne's present but since she asked me bout it, so I opened la.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!! SJ, J, YV, JY..when is our christmas dinner?? =D&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/953836829773159919-7804782361231129189?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/7804782361231129189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=7804782361231129189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7804782361231129189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7804782361231129189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas eve!'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SVH7wkZAUuI/AAAAAAAAAaU/laEVMUIExl0/s72-c/DSC00561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-7203790237462211483</id><published>2008-12-22T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:50:49.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong today?!</title><content type='html'>I'm in a mix emotion now. A mixture of anger and shock/numb emotions. A relative of mine that I seen for once after 18 years of not meeting had passed away. I first saw him [i don't know whether to consider uncle or what as I'm not sure whether is he connected to our blood line or not] last year on the same date as today in my cousin's wedding at KL Tower. Did not met with him till this year exactly a fortnight ago where my another cousin's marriage and he sat directly opposite of my table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went in hospital this morning for heart complication and passed away on 5 p.m just now. My mom called me and said they might attend his funeral and might coming back to malacca in a later day which means I will need to be alone for 3 consecutive weeks! I'm not whining about being alone but I'm actually stun. A person can leave the world anytime at any moment without a warning. I wondered what if I leave the world abruptly without saying how much I love my parents, my little "prince" and "princess" at home and to the person who I secretly loved but never pour out the feelings. Guess I'm thinking too far. Choi! *touches wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I've been reading on this anger management book and I think today I just found out something. Sometimes in some problems, it's a right thing to express your anger to somebody. Even though it's unloving, but I think it's better to let the person know that what he/she had done has wronged me and I seek reconcilation with her/him. Imagine you asked a friend of yours out for dinner and he/she kept u waiting till it's so late and your hunger is slowly overcoming your body then he/she calls you and asked whether are you angry and accompany with a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Who wouldn't be angry. Of course I'm angry but I say I don't it's because I don't have the energy to quarrel or scold. Filling up my empty gas tank is more important! I'm seriously can't tolerate people who kept others waiting and wasting people's time. If you're busy, at least just tell those who are waiting for you that you're busy earlier and apologize to them. Try suggest another day for this plan instead of keeping a person waiting like a idiot and wasting their time doing nothing. Not even a trillion dollars you have is enough to buy a single second of mine that is wasted. I hate to see my time wasted when I've plan to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a foul mood now. Need time to cool myself down. Back to solving the complicated econs tutorial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-7203790237462211483?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/7203790237462211483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=7203790237462211483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7203790237462211483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7203790237462211483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-wrong-today.html' title='What is wrong today?!'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-5587073720167556983</id><published>2008-12-21T11:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T12:11:18.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies + Christmas</title><content type='html'>So pass the competition day for CyberP's business Idea and Business Plan. It was one of a hellish day as we sat for a good ass whacking 9 hours in CLC 0001. (with an hour an half break of course!). The talk was boring especially a group..G&amp;amp;G who's a backpacking group was so freaking proud that they entered the finals and even show their arrogance to the judges which results a tongue lashing on them. Serve their sore ass especially the leader who don't know how to speak but pretended as if his damn professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SU2_vYDzapI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6h1maJzByfY/s1600-h/DSC00555_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SU2_vYDzapI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6h1maJzByfY/s320/DSC00555_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282088758608620178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pic of two fella..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually there is another pic but it has not passed the security and acknowledgement. I fear after posting it up, somebody will kill me and the other will ignore me forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip the boring CyberP part which is a damn waste of time. Went to watch Ip Man after that. That movie was awesome. I'll rate it three tumbs up! It's so nice and lot's of kung fu fighting!&lt;br /&gt;Before the movie started, there's this scary movie called the unborn. It was like Ju On + The Eye + all sort of scary movie. Directed by Michael Bay who's the great producer behind Transformers, I bet this movie (the unborn) will scare the pee out of you!.lol..watch the trailer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times flying fast, Christmas is round the corner. Bought prezzies? Am I included in your list too? Yes?? THANKS!!.Love ya!!.. NO?!!..HMPH!! *pissed*..lol..haha..anyway..wishing everyone Merry Christmas! I wonder this year where or with whom shall I celebrate with?&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/953836829773159919-5587073720167556983?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/5587073720167556983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=5587073720167556983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5587073720167556983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5587073720167556983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/movies-christmas.html' title='Movies + Christmas'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SU2_vYDzapI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6h1maJzByfY/s72-c/DSC00555_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-2153604178738118358</id><published>2008-12-19T21:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T21:48:34.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 6 of uni</title><content type='html'>This week was full of sad and dilemma. Firstly, we were rushing madly for our  Cyber P project which in result turns that we were not into the finals. After all the hard work, sigh..oh well. Then when to security to ask about my smart card and wonderfully the security said, "Please pay RM 60 and get a new card." Bloody money sucker, the chip spoiled by itself and now I had to fork out another RM 60 for the sake of graduating?!! Nut case university. Fast foward a lil.. went to watch the day the earth stood still. It was kinda nice..not bad. Went for Kenny Rogers at 6 pm just now and now I'm once again in dilemma on whether shall I eat sumthing or not. While I'm upstairs, my tummy said "EAT EAT EAT!". Went down and my mind said " DIET DIET DIET!". So I ran up again. Now my tumy started to shout eat again. Sigh..why are decisions hard to make at times?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some pics&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SUuk33Zl_4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/7v-4o72lm84/s1600-h/DSC00553.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SUuk33Zl_4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/7v-4o72lm84/s320/DSC00553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281496267693096834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I sat a paper that's 180 minutes. 3 hour econs paper!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SUulXFBsx5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-DvCxIojhBU/s1600-h/DSC00555.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SUulXFBsx5I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-DvCxIojhBU/s320/DSC00555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281496803926919058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At DP where it snowed bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;PS: Should I eat or should I diet?? Eat or diet??&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/953836829773159919-2153604178738118358?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/2153604178738118358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=2153604178738118358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2153604178738118358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2153604178738118358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-6-of-uni.html' title='Week 6 of uni'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SUuk33Zl_4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/7v-4o72lm84/s72-c/DSC00553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-8125608672464780734</id><published>2008-12-13T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:30:00.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>I am dead tired!&lt;br /&gt;Had been trying to solve our CyberP's restaurant accounting for the past 9 hours. This is one of the reason why I never took accounting as majoring especially when you are not sure on what are the things that is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wasting 7 hours of doing accounting and we thought it's acceptable, this morning we woke up to find everything that we had done all went wrong when we do our cash flow. Wasted like 5 hours to solve the cash flow thingy and was frustrated in the end where our balance sheet is not balance, so we (sue jane and me) hentam the balance sheet by adding rubbish inside to make it balance. I told sue jane that if we were to handle the real accounting in a firm, we will definitely end up in jail together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try hard to complete the whole business plan tonight and start studying for my econs mid term..gosh..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-8125608672464780734?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/8125608672464780734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=8125608672464780734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8125608672464780734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8125608672464780734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-8796673186363129840</id><published>2008-12-11T07:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:24:00.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of sleep</title><content type='html'>I'm flyyyyyyyingggggggggggggggggg!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in hallucination today. Had a roasted tea yesterday at Mori after mid term and went back after that to find myself wide awake till 4 plus. Slept for two hours or less before giving up on to continuing to sleep. I'm going to be a Modo Modo (the name is so nice that you gotta say it twice!) the hippopotamus today.Yawning and opening my wide mouth! *YAWNS!!!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt, never have a strong tea after 9 o clock at night!=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-8796673186363129840?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/8796673186363129840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=8796673186363129840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8796673186363129840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8796673186363129840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/lack-of-sleep.html' title='Lack of sleep'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-3346104106692553250</id><published>2008-12-07T23:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:23:02.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin's wedding</title><content type='html'>The most longest anticipated day had just passed. My cousin and her beloved wife are now officially a husband and wife. They are expecting a baby sometime in next year july or august if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a hell of a busy day for me as my aunty all rest their sore asses inside the house while me n my cousin was busy buying drinks n things to serve the relatives that are coming at 2. When the couple's car arrived, the horn was blaring so loudly like letting go fire crackers and I was taking a peep at the bride which is actually forbidden according to my mom. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;The relatives flock in like ants and started to eat. I serve them till all finished which is around 3 p.m and I sat down with my cousin eating this&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyR2_rotOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KNnykOmnr4I/s1600-h/DSC00559.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyR2_rotOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KNnykOmnr4I/s320/DSC00559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277253237364798690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kuih Tekan with kaya. (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When night falls, I was too dead hungry cause i ate so little. So i "opened ceremony" for the food by removing the cover of the catering and guess what. All the little kids are already lining up till such a long line. Seeing that more n more and queue-ing up, I quickly jump a few lines and when I reached the food place, those kids had taken all the chicken wing. MY YUMMY CHICKEN WING is GONE..T.T. Ate a lot especially satay and got a bit sore throat the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was the actual marriage. Met lot's of cousin's nephew's nieces and bla bla bla. Lazy to describe. So i'll allow miss pic to explain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc6Gkd4lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/YDBBRze82NA/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc6Gkd4lI/AAAAAAAAAXo/YDBBRze82NA/s320/DSC00560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277265385381290578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One Part of christmas deco in Pyramid&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc6PDNZiI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wn-dKn7eqbc/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc6PDNZiI/AAAAAAAAAXw/wn-dKn7eqbc/s320/DSC00561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277265387657717282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate for this not-so-hungry dinosaur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc68CGSFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EcpXC_MqDgI/s1600-h/DSC00563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc68CGSFI/AAAAAAAAAYA/EcpXC_MqDgI/s320/DSC00563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277265399732652114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cut the cake n say I'll love you forever or else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc6p4HuhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_8J-HmJDyZQ/s1600-h/DSC00562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc6p4HuhI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_8J-HmJDyZQ/s320/DSC00562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277265394858965522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc7QjsicI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kfJgx1XDk64/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyc7QjsicI/AAAAAAAAAYI/kfJgx1XDk64/s320/DSC00567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277265405242280386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smoke released under table once the wine is poured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STye3gL8ZiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_-uyd2q0Xm4/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STye3gL8ZiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/_-uyd2q0Xm4/s320/DSC00571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277267539741402658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The yum seng session where I shouted in a high pitched girly voice and my cousin laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STye4C06XOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Ks5wYJSdHto/s1600-h/DSC00573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STye4C06XOI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Ks5wYJSdHto/s320/DSC00573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277267549040041186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridegroom trying to sing "yue liang tai biao wo de xin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STye4h3DMXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fZaZ5bLWJv4/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STye4h3DMXI/AAAAAAAAAYg/fZaZ5bLWJv4/s320/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277267557370507634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby nephew who is super active&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STye5ZVu4YI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XJfP-ijZimY/s1600-h/DSC00576.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/STye5ZVu4YI/AAAAAAAAAYo/XJfP-ijZimY/s320/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277267572263149954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ain't drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My parents asked me how many  cup of red wine have I downed. I said 6 cup and I'm not drunk. My parents keep say I am but I say I'm not!! I even had XO mixed with shark fin soup and since I sat wif my cousin. I ate kinda a lot cause in that table only 6 of us which at last turn out to be 4 as my cousin sister n the bf went to calculate the money. If I sat wif my parents, I'm sure I will be controlled and can't drink that much of red wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the session, my aunty no.5's husband (the uncle in malacca that I'm living with now) asked for a family photo session where about 50 or more of my mother's side members all stood. My uncle cari pasal keep asked the photographer to stand behind while the photographer say if too behind will be too small. Everyone was quiet except him keep shouting and shouting. Alas, the photographer was pissed, show him a "ok..u win sign" (thumb up) went behind. Took the damn shot and showed it to my cousin sister in a pissed off attitude. The pic was so small that we look like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;batang kayu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed after that n woke up in a rush n now I'm back to malacca. No more happy times.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-3346104106692553250?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/3346104106692553250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=3346104106692553250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3346104106692553250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3346104106692553250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/cousins-wedding.html' title='Cousin&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STyR2_rotOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KNnykOmnr4I/s72-c/DSC00559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-4495242661413208473</id><published>2008-12-04T16:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:00:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GingerMan Cookie!</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...I got my first ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STeg2yLXxGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hC6g-PAoW48/s1600-h/DSC00557_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STeg2yLXxGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hC6g-PAoW48/s320/DSC00557_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275862351530673250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ginger Bread man cookie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STehhmz4S9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/u9pmJqmr_n4/s1600-h/DSC00558_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STehhmz4S9I/AAAAAAAAAXI/u9pmJqmr_n4/s320/DSC00558_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275863087213726674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boys and Girls of Joy Workshop..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STekPRIcSlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LFu5oSWms40/s1600-h/1_314965714l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STekPRIcSlI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/LFu5oSWms40/s320/1_314965714l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275866070691629650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty &lt;s&gt; Mummy &lt;/s&gt; Sue Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STekPSiUYlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/T06YCm_DI1w/s1600-h/1_881277157l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STekPSiUYlI/AAAAAAAAAXY/T06YCm_DI1w/s320/1_881277157l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275866071068598866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty &lt;s&gt; Mummy &lt;/s&gt; Joanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for buying me the ginger bread man cookie. So lucky to have this two mum's right? But beware,..there is sumthing hidden..I shall not explain in more detail. Christmas mood is in the air. Everyone is busy buying stuff for the celebration. Am going up to KL tomolo for cousin's wedding and then Jane's birthday celebration! Not to forget mid term and a rush like mad CyberP assignment completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: The two mummy above pls dun sue me or go after me for illegally taking ur photo's n post up here..&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(editted)&lt;br /&gt;Thx to Yee Vien who shared and bought this ginger bread man cookie. Sorry for the late update. Was busy with cousin's wedding&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/953836829773159919-4495242661413208473?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/4495242661413208473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=4495242661413208473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4495242661413208473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4495242661413208473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerman-cookie.html' title='GingerMan Cookie!'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/STeg2yLXxGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/hC6g-PAoW48/s72-c/DSC00557_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-5072797089987457392</id><published>2008-12-03T11:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:53:30.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fright</title><content type='html'>There is one thing that I feared about when giving advice. It's to those who are facing the breaking up situation. It's gave me a scare especially after when I gave them advice and they can't accept the fact that the relationship had to end even though they didn't wanted it to and end up commiting suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faced one situation an hour ago. A friend of mine was sad that her relationship was about to end after so long and she asked me how pathetic she looked now. I told her later after class we can discuss her problem. So after class, we went to exam hall the cafeteria and had some talked. I told her about breaking up and how to face the after effect like how I deal with it previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a good 30 minutes advise, I sent her home and I went home too. I called my friend's roommate and asked her whether had she returned to her room but the roommate say no. My goodness, I panicked and started to overcome by fear that I gave her the wrong advice and she couldn't take it and thought about commiting suicide. I called a few friends to try and find her and I kept calling them asking have they found her. I feared that I would get the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, her roommate texted me n said she found her. Sigh, I felt relieved. Next time perhaps I should send my advisee back to her doorstep instead of dumping her and trusting she would go back. I feared later anything untoward happen will make me go sleepless for a few nights. Anyway, off to study for microecons now! All the best JOSH!!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(editted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz was ok, miss Crystal gave a few student a fright by pointing out a question. After quiz I went to mori n then off to class. In class, I was damn pissed with that idiot who put/spit chewing gum into my bag. If you have something that you're not happy, come confront me you soreloser! We settle this once and for all. Do it the man way, not a idiot curi curi advantage taker. You son of a %*#@# made my book bottle and file all became so gross. Get a life ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had meeting for CyberP now, I can sense the urgency and stress in every member as we had two weeks to prepare a final business plan. I had a lot to do especially the final part. So it's a goodbye kiss to my early to bed rest and I'll have to stay up late till finals. Gosh, never take CyberP in short term. It's killing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-5072797089987457392?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/5072797089987457392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=5072797089987457392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5072797089987457392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5072797089987457392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/12/fright.html' title='A fright'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1202295037178154759</id><published>2008-11-28T02:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:17:22.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight...mensia sui kan me..</title><content type='html'>It was sharon's birthday and it's also the release of twilight. Around 8 we ( sharon jason bella audrey j1 vien n pei zhen) left ixora n head towards DP to watch twilight. I've learn one big lesson today.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;IF YOU"RE SINGLE, NEVER BRING YOUR FRIENDS WHO ARE MOSTLY GIRLS TO WATCH MO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VIES THAT HAS HANDSOME ACTOR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why did i say like dat, here's a prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SS7rlKVLYmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kcxWQ_kt0C0/s1600-h/2391071081_a1ea13e6c5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SS7rlKVLYmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kcxWQ_kt0C0/s320/2391071081_a1ea13e6c5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273411237358297698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His killer look that melt all the girls.=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, sharon was sooo ecstatic over his look that she prayed hard for edward ( robert pattionson) not to kiss bella which at last he did. Gosh, girls can be so mad about handsome guys like him that made we, asian single boys look like no value at all..T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are a thousand guys that look like him, then I would predict that there will be more gays than straight relationship as more girls will try to go after them. Godness!!!&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SS7so9Ttl6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/2wXOP05Al-w/s1600-h/2764633580_fee64182cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SS7so9Ttl6I/AAAAAAAAAWw/2wXOP05Al-w/s320/2764633580_fee64182cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273412402093594530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another pic of him from twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole cinema were mostly full with girls and after the movie, I could hear all the girls said. "OMG!! He's so handsome/sweet/protective/melting/cute/loving and all sorts of praises while we guys just tunduk kepala n walk out just like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SS7tSopcV7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/4EGsUi6L1oc/s1600-h/2181983640_c5a3ce2914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SS7tSopcV7I/AAAAAAAAAW4/4EGsUi6L1oc/s320/2181983640_c5a3ce2914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273413118102099890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be 3. Have to go to bed for a few hours before goin to DP once again tomorrow.I'm tired, my face are all red, eye balls are red. I felt like a volcano now!! I can sense next week n the week after that, all girls will be flying when they come out of the cinema after watching twilight while the guys wil be like ostrich, putting their head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: They should put megan fox as the actress for bella..She's so damn hot!!At least that will make me dream about her.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1202295037178154759?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1202295037178154759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1202295037178154759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1202295037178154759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1202295037178154759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilightmensia-sui-kan-me.html' title='Twilight...mensia sui kan me..'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SS7rlKVLYmI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kcxWQ_kt0C0/s72-c/2391071081_a1ea13e6c5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-4671481402421932482</id><published>2008-11-24T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:38:18.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How I spent my weekends</title><content type='html'>On sunday morning, when I was rose from my bed, I saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SSqWyySDR2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/18HFRDtu92U/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SSqWyySDR2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/18HFRDtu92U/s320/DSC00547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272192113025697634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;try guess..a monkey or a cat??&lt;br /&gt;It's a....&lt;br /&gt;a.........&lt;br /&gt;a..............&lt;br /&gt;Give up?&lt;br /&gt;Ok..it's a cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I saw this cat for the past two days sitting on top of the air cond. At first I thought it's a monkey and I was abt to throw a banana at it den let nickie chase after him but then after a closer look, it wasn't a monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought nickie for a haircut on weekend. My mom terkena my virus of praising nickie by calling him handsome boy after his haircut and nickie became like little kid, ran to my mom so happily n manja manja. Later off to my cousin's house for some crab. It was yummy deliciousy since my cousin cooked at (well, pretty girls cook d sure the taste oso different a bit gua. LOL! GATAL ME.=P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I saw my cousin's super weird dog..&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SSqWzhGXA1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/olGyI6rEtII/s1600-h/DSC00550.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SSqWzhGXA1I/AAAAAAAAAWg/olGyI6rEtII/s320/DSC00550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272192125593125714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muffin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SSqWzYqHkdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/K5sTKLDZU48/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SSqWzYqHkdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/K5sTKLDZU48/s320/DSC00548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272192123327189458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute silver fur that looks elegant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day, I'm came back to malacca n had a meeting with joanne. During the bus ride I slept like a pig and I realise. Was too tired after 3 days of not having a proper sleep. Guess tonight will be sleeping like monster snoring again.=D&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/953836829773159919-4671481402421932482?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/4671481402421932482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=4671481402421932482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4671481402421932482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4671481402421932482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-i-spent-my-weekends.html' title='How I spent my weekends'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SSqWyySDR2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/18HFRDtu92U/s72-c/DSC00547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-5159428178062997035</id><published>2008-11-19T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T11:51:00.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheepie</title><content type='html'>The theme for this month is...SHEEP!!..BAAA...why sheep?? er..no idea..cause I change my phone theme to sheep and now blog theme to sheep..maybe sheep is cute ba..short post..off to class now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-5159428178062997035?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/5159428178062997035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=5159428178062997035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5159428178062997035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5159428178062997035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/11/sheepie.html' title='Sheepie'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1163662212240918187</id><published>2008-11-17T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:32:14.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently</title><content type='html'>I'm proudly to announce that I've killed 1 trillions of brain cells today. Did a lot thinking for business plan for the cyberP. Didn't know it's that hard to start up a business..will be updating it soon..(as in days).=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1163662212240918187?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1163662212240918187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1163662212240918187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1163662212240918187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1163662212240918187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/11/currently.html' title='currently'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-3411650785418616476</id><published>2008-11-15T17:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:20:57.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>I've became uncle once again!! Gosh, why am I so happy since I had so many nephew and nieces that I couldn't even recognize them. Even some nieces are older than me! But this nephew of mine who's a new born yesterday by my 3rd aunty has some interesting way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin in-law (is there such relationship?lol) went for labouring early to deliver the baby and the doctor was at her below ready to accept the new birth to world. Guess what happened. When the baby came out, it sprayed pee all over the doctor!! Instead of getting annoyed or what, the doctor laughed and was amazed that this is the first time he got sprayed pee pee all over by a new born baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My aunt who heard this all laughed and they said that this baby brings luck. They are trying to buy his birthdate in 4D later. My opinion? I might not carry the baby as who knows it might spray pee on me next time. Perhaps should ask my cousin to train him so that he could be the future winner in ranged pee shooting.LOL.XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm yet to see the baby yet as he's in Singapore now but I'll try to snap a few photo to show you the great phenomenal baby.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This is true. No cerita dongeng like last time where when a baby is being born, the thunders roars,wind were at rage and raining heavily ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-3411650785418616476?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/3411650785418616476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=3411650785418616476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3411650785418616476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3411650785418616476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/11/awesomeness.html' title='Awesomeness'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-3839593630829527395</id><published>2008-11-13T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:47:27.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First week</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible; text-align: left;"&gt;To start this post with, I'm in LOVED!! I met a girl today and she resembles the girls that I once wanted to go after. FU YOOOHHHHH. Keep staring the whole day but finally have to wake up to reality that she's not available and it's being taken. Damn I'm right, she's taken..T.T wuu wuu wuu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible; text-align: left;"&gt;Haha..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible; text-align: left;"&gt;Week 1 for new sem has ended. Took 3 subject which are CyberP Microeconomic and Psychology.CyberP's class is ok. The lecture is fine and I find it okay. Psychology class is where the lecturer is always trying to psycho us. For example, she said that photostating the text book is not good as our brain cannot absorb the notes efficiently. So she persuaded us to buy the text book and she said it only cost RM 50 - 60. Being psycho-ed by her, I was so enthusiastic to buy the book and I heard that they said the book was actually RM 80 - 90! Papaya, I felt like I was being hypnotised and made to believe that RM 50 - 60 has the same power amount of RM 80 - 90! Well, on 2nd thought, why not make me have the thought that RM 1 has the purchasing power of RM 1000? I'll be able to purchase lot's of stuff with my wonderful RM 1 then.Lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible; text-align: left;"&gt;Next was Microecons. The lecturer is Madam Crystal. Oops, it's miss Crystal. Please do not deduct my mark for calling you madam. T.T. Yeah, that's one of her rule. Call her Madam and you'll have 10% of your coursemark gone. If you hope for tips, love to sign for your friend and dislike her in anyway, you're advise to change class. She was hoping that people would change and as a result after her first class, I was shocked when I saw 11 people had dropped her session. [Wow! the power of Miss Crystal's word are just AWESOME!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, will be having 4 days break till my next class session on tuesday. Have to find something to do so that I can manage my next 96 hours efficiently without regretting it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible; text-align: left;"&gt;PS: My CyberP has lot's of leng lui's oh! The total ratio of guys to girl is 1 : 4. That means that 1 guy can date 4 girls!! Wow, I'm defitnately taking all the pretty ones first.*slurps*.lol..XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjY1NzcxMjc2MTEmcHQ9MTIyNjU3NzEzMTQwOCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PQ==.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-3839593630829527395?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/3839593630829527395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=3839593630829527395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3839593630829527395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3839593630829527395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/11/first-week.html' title='First week'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-5095244277552888809</id><published>2008-11-04T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:54:02.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad results</title><content type='html'>Results were out today. The first word I uttered when I see my total mark was WTF!! I immediately felt like being drown in flow of good achievers. Damn! I have to change my damn way of over-relaxing to study into a much more effective way. No, I'm super unsatisfied with my results now. HMPH HMPH HMPH!!! Now I'm feeling upset + sad..dun worry..will be ok soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-5095244277552888809?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/5095244277552888809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=5095244277552888809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5095244277552888809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5095244277552888809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/11/bad-results.html' title='Bad results'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-6814458400173920833</id><published>2008-11-02T22:11:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T23:15:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>On the so-damn-hot-and-sweaty Oct 19th 2008, 2 couples and 1 lady and an idiot (guess who's that.?) started their challenging journey from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ22bkh7bnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JP-j0I4WlD8/s1600-h/2533622580_41741498f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ22bkh7bnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JP-j0I4WlD8/s320/2533622580_41741498f9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064124244684402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the state of historical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ23MHLi7ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ovKxjN--eFU/s1600-h/whole_genting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ23MHLi7ZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ovKxjN--eFU/s320/whole_genting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264064958179765650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the city of &lt;s&gt;sin&lt;/s&gt; entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Upon checking in to our hotel, we went for the werewolf bla bla bla which is a ghost house&lt;br /&gt;actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ2_wJas7kI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ualCBc52itM/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ2_wJas7kI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ualCBc52itM/s320/DSC00561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264074373348519490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to spot the idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ok, it's enough, that idiot is taking this pic.XP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering, this idiot went in first as if like he's not scared but till half way when he walked into a T junction, some ghost scared this idiot with some toys and this particular idiot shouted so loud and ran behind. (How malu la wey this idiot..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then the next day we went to the theme park. We went for some rides till we come upon the spinner where this idiot again nak tunjuk macho, tried to jump over the fence in a "so cool" and for the reason of getting in front of the elderly man. But then, instead of jumping over, maybe the telur besar terganggu his jump or wat, this idiot fell on the fence and he hung on the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ273HP_iBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MyvGo4wahiQ/s1600-h/220460367.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ273HP_iBI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/MyvGo4wahiQ/s320/220460367.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264070094979303442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;exactly like this pose on the fence.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The elder man..in his late 50's quickly approached this idiot to pull him up. Luckily he walked away unharmed and still able to play spinner and not to forget, his telur pun unharmed XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, this idiot who turns out to be Josh came back to KL and rested for a day before he went for another journey&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ2-Ek3oTzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bvTfj_StCfo/s1600-h/80633774.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ2-Ek3oTzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/bvTfj_StCfo/s320/80633774.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264072525291736882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hatyai, the town where you'll see lot's of aunty bargaining and uncle's searching for prostitutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a few clothes, went for leg massage and full body massage where i kena molest kau kau by the massager and I too accidently molested them back (hey, they pull my hand to their *ahem*, so it's not my fault). Had an hour of I molest you and you molest me session before ending and feeling damn syok after that! Not because of the molesting thing ok?! But blood flow better aredi.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going there, there's a few things you can't miss to eat. One of them is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ2_vn6KGmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NHT6FFAnRII/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ2_vn6KGmI/AAAAAAAAAVg/NHT6FFAnRII/s320/DSC00587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264074364353649250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The elixir of beauty/handsomness and staying young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ2_v8wXlwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ybLFjcAZt8Y/s1600-h/DSC00588.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ2_v8wXlwI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ybLFjcAZt8Y/s320/DSC00588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264074369949734658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look at it! Yum Yum..*slurps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was deepavali eve when I left hatyai/haadyai where the whole town is flooded with people. It's reminds me of tsunami coming to rape the town off from it's tranquility. The journey from hatyai/haadyai was a 11 bloody hour long trip where half way through we stop at&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;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ3CRrBzbzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/e2LYpA5YKrk/s1600-h/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ3CRrBzbzI/AAAAAAAAAWA/e2LYpA5YKrk/s320/DSC00585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264077148329832242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taiping, the town of banyak mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the bus that I took punya depot. The bus need to refill diesel n did some service while I walked around and I saw this&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ3CSL6e3UI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Z3Ky3BStfC0/s1600-h/DSC00586.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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ3CSL6e3UI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Z3Ky3BStfC0/s320/DSC00586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264077157157494082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite word when I speak mandrin..JEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Came back home and rest for a few days before leaving to malacca once again on Saturday and now I'm at malacca a week earlier with the plan of doing brownies, soya bean and pumpkin pau tomolo. *Winks winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-6814458400173920833?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/6814458400173920833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=6814458400173920833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6814458400173920833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6814458400173920833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/11/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SQ22bkh7bnI/AAAAAAAAAU4/JP-j0I4WlD8/s72-c/2533622580_41741498f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-2977698152276583198</id><published>2008-10-29T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:52:25.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOO</title><content type='html'>I'm living in the country where:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where students lack of respect towards the elders and even slapped the elders or teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Where you'll always find &lt;s&gt; shit &lt;/s&gt; poop in the toilet bowl in public toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Where parents will scold the teachers if the teachers punished their children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Where true love rarely exist but love is made from the things that is done when they are "making love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Where the lazy people terrorize people's safety by robbing instead of trying to work to get income&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Where the people does not know how to line-up and get into bus/train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Where the value of money had robbed the existence of good samaritan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Where the freedom of speech given to us is just a fake lie by politicians&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Where Anwar will always appear in our daily newspaper about taking over the government which comes to nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Where I might be sitting in ISA for uttering these things that deemed to degrade the image of this country but it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't put me in ISA..=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-2977698152276583198?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/2977698152276583198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=2977698152276583198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2977698152276583198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2977698152276583198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/10/noo.html' title='NOO'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-6273327270288570658</id><published>2008-10-11T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:41:50.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy!!</title><content type='html'>This post content a irresistible desire to eat it. Please consult your doctor if you have this symptom : Saliva drooling..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SPCnEgTQHeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/E0eMvEybW0k/s1600-h/DSC00559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SPCnEgTQHeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/E0eMvEybW0k/s320/DSC00559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255884460973366754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES! I'm talking bout walnut brownie with a thick layer of chocolate topping!&lt;br /&gt;Today me and my aunt decided to try to it a go on making brownie and since both of us were doing it, we took about an hour plus to finish beating, extracting walnut and melting the chocolate. Here are a few pics to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SPCrM4f6EUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BRlIViRS5NM/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SPCrM4f6EUI/AAAAAAAAAPU/BRlIViRS5NM/s320/DSC00556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255889002954363202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I smudge lot's of chocolate on the the tip and let it cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SPCrNPuUnUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/UJ7LJped8PM/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SPCrNPuUnUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/UJ7LJped8PM/s320/DSC00557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255889009188838722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looks like this when it's cooled (taste delicious-y right?)&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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SPCrNYgFDEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IIB4x3bkLws/s1600-h/DSC00560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SPCrNYgFDEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/IIB4x3bkLws/s320/DSC00560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255889011545017410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rosak part as it was the end of the tray and it's hard to cut due to the hard walnut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To those who wanted to try, if this is made into the CyberP thing that I'm going to take next sem, don't wait, buy a lot!! Might consider whether to top ice cream on it which make it even delicious! hehe..(helping to promote even though it's not confirmed yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be soooo fat after eating so much of brownie now.*winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-6273327270288570658?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/6273327270288570658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=6273327270288570658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6273327270288570658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6273327270288570658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/10/yummy.html' title='Yummy!!'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SPCnEgTQHeI/AAAAAAAAAPM/E0eMvEybW0k/s72-c/DSC00559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-8130425323134345596</id><published>2008-10-04T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:38:21.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach retreat</title><content type='html'>I'M FRESHLY ROASTED AND WELL SEASONED!!! COME GET ME QUICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pantai kundur a.k.a long beach today with my cousin, uncle, two couple and a not-so-pretty-but-sexy girl!muahahah. Was very quiet the whole day as I enjoy myself by letting the cooling breeze slapping me while I'm half reading my notes and half peeping.=D..Guess what I'm peeping since I said there is a sexy girl. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a nap in the so called bed which is made of lubang that my uncle made. Was comfortable thou but the wind was sort of hot so I switched place to under the picnic area. Here are some pics as I'm too tired to type more.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOdwjQgvvEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QyFDfi_sm-M/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOdwjQgvvEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QyFDfi_sm-M/s320/DSC00547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253291241381018690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the &lt;s&gt;bitch&lt;/s&gt; beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOdwjs4Z8BI/AAAAAAAAAO0/U8t3dnDj7u8/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOdwjs4Z8BI/AAAAAAAAAO0/U8t3dnDj7u8/s320/DSC00549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253291248996446226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PROVE THAT I'M STUDYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOdwjvGhnxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gAo-8DAYALE/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOdwjvGhnxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/gAo-8DAYALE/s320/DSC00548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253291249592540946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tempat I membuang kacang which later filled with watermelon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOdwj9dXLwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EpgPuSMXZ_4/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOdwj9dXLwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/EpgPuSMXZ_4/s320/DSC00552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253291253446422274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Under the tree roasted by the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I felt guilty for going and spend my time and in the same time feel the same too for not going to the beach to relax myself= D&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/953836829773159919-8130425323134345596?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/8130425323134345596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=8130425323134345596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8130425323134345596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8130425323134345596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/10/beach-retreat.html' title='Beach retreat'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOdwjQgvvEI/AAAAAAAAAOs/QyFDfi_sm-M/s72-c/DSC00547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-670478807809308874</id><published>2008-09-30T11:53:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:46:13.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am like.. and I want girls like..</title><content type='html'>Currently I'm as fat as a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGmgQj9GaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/VDY3IFRzEKQ/s1600-h/sumo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGmgQj9GaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/VDY3IFRzEKQ/s320/sumo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251661713622505890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I need to slim down until I'm like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGmgXYAm7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/7KgQ7VoOKmc/s1600-h/3768904872.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGmgXYAm7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/7KgQ7VoOKmc/s320/3768904872.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251661715451452338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that  girls became&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGoE7_7u2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/v5Bw5lW7XJw/s1600-h/3485057509.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGoE7_7u2I/AAAAAAAAAOE/v5Bw5lW7XJw/s320/3485057509.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251663443269499746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about my look and made me popular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can then try to look after a girl that looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGpQWzxbkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9J65FVHLHtQ/s1600-h/321881945.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGpQWzxbkI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9J65FVHLHtQ/s320/321881945.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251664738956439106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGpQeAFQwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/l8BTOPhtksI/s1600-h/3651909325.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGpQeAFQwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/l8BTOPhtksI/s320/3651909325.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251664740887118594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but currently I like some girls who is like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGtwUc6MmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fSgfgyMKQsY/s1600-h/SongHaeKyo010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGtwUc6MmI/AAAAAAAAAOc/fSgfgyMKQsY/s320/SongHaeKyo010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251669686125998690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, I love this girl the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGuOufbNqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eizPNpD1yKc/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGuOufbNqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/eizPNpD1yKc/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251670208511948450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: I can't find the mood to study today so I spend some time finding these pics especially Linda Chung as it's hard to pick the best pic of her. Had been seeing her pics n videos for the whole yesterday night and I find that she's a damn good girl. Ohh..I'm so in loved with her.XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-670478807809308874?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/670478807809308874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=670478807809308874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/670478807809308874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/670478807809308874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-like-and-i-want-girls-like.html' title='I am like.. and I want girls like..'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SOGmgQj9GaI/AAAAAAAAAN0/VDY3IFRzEKQ/s72-c/sumo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1356689062080084348</id><published>2008-09-27T18:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:47:48.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KFC IS FAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SN5Gf16fS9I/AAAAAAAAANc/Jfob7dG6lA4/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SN5Gf16fS9I/AAAAAAAAANc/Jfob7dG6lA4/s320/DSC00548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250711728422865874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;Guess what mark is that on my pants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wet dream while I was sleeping and that's the mark? ( Please don't be pervert-ish la!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accidently pee pee-ed on my pants while sleeping? ( My room so near to toilet, pee on my pants for wat?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a oil stain from what I ate this afternoon ( Yeap yeap, correct correct correct!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the oil from KFC chicken that I ate today. That's why I said KFC is fattening. Look at how much oil is it. Ohh, I planned to eat healthy today by eating sushi but due to some balik raya programme, my area was totally stuck in jam. So we went to a nearby Giant and had KFC as it's the only food that's still fresh. Ordered a chicken, peel the skin and the oil just squirt/terpancut at my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment I was thinking, if this oil is still hot at about 300 degree celsius, I could imagine my little brother being a hotdog! lol..=D. Tried to wiped it off but the stain became bigger and I had no choice but to walk around giant in that oil stained pants! People must be wondering why am I such a retard for peeing at my pants! &gt;.&lt;. As a conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;KFC IS FATTENING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not study for today, feeling extremely guilty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-1356689062080084348?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1356689062080084348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1356689062080084348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1356689062080084348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1356689062080084348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/kfc-is-fat.html' title='KFC IS FAT'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SN5Gf16fS9I/AAAAAAAAANc/Jfob7dG6lA4/s72-c/DSC00548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-866783007170307254</id><published>2008-09-24T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T11:24:55.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Had been staying at home for the past 4 days and I'm dead bored. Management has been my source of accompany for this 4 days and not to forget nickie who syok betul keep jump up to my bed n sleep. Once again I was being disappointed by my friends wonderful "talk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said " When you come back, call me and we'll go out again. I'm super free." Once I came back, instead of saying sorry for he's busy, he accused me of coming back at the wrong time and say I always come back at the weird timing. Fine, I've been listening to your crap words for more than a decade and I'm considering you not my friend. All KL people are asses! They don't hold account for their words and just talk full of crap. Perhaps they makan a lot of $***..lol=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not had a good sleep for the past 3 days because of nickie sleeping with me and I suddenly feel damn hot in the midnight. I wonder why. Anyway, need to finish my study so I can do next revision. Got to get good result for my exam. All the best everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-866783007170307254?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/866783007170307254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=866783007170307254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/866783007170307254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/866783007170307254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-4515242019301122685</id><published>2008-09-17T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:35:24.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy me</title><content type='html'>Something is so wrong with me lately. Since entering beta level, I've been enjoying myself and not studied properly. I took my mid term as if like I knew everything but the results came out to the least satisfactory to me. Take a look at my Malaysian Studies and Managerial Maths, a pretty 30.5 over 50 which sums up of mid term plus presentation plus assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My managerial maths was even rotten. An ugly 34.5 over 50 after adding up mid term and the two quiz which saw my 2nd quiz had just barely pass with a 7 out of 15. This prove that how ignorant and over confident side of me which pulls me down. Yes, I am seriously dissatisfied with myself and angry for being so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess bad luck had been keep on piling on me repeatedly, I was having a short nap where when I woke up of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain on my right hand palm and it felt as like the vein got cramp and the pain is like a needle piercing through your hand. I can't bend my fingers now. Imagine me typing this post with one hand spread wide on the keyboard and pressed the key slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I need to study damn hard. This two weeks break have to push myself to the max!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-4515242019301122685?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/4515242019301122685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=4515242019301122685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4515242019301122685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4515242019301122685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/unhappy-me.html' title='Unhappy me'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-7897197638444296967</id><published>2008-09-15T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:26:13.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life lately</title><content type='html'>I wish I have a device to stop the time now, let me review my life lately and see what will happen to me in future. My life in here so far has been miserable but yet I'm keeping it to myself. Please don't ask me anything in future after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently wondering whether what kind of friend am I to others. I don't deny that I hate it when some people would just utter sweet words when they need my help or to get things done or when they feel lonely but then they are busy or don't need me, they would say "Don't disturb me!". No matter how busy I am, did I ever utter this word to you? I still try my best to spend some time to listen to you and talked to you but when you said that to me, don't you know how painful it is to me? I might be smiling, keeping quiet and treat as if like nothing painful but inside of me, it do hurts a lot especially when you do it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too find myself having conflict with most of my classmates especially those in Alpha years who are majoring in Accounting. Yeah, I knew your course is much in demand and the amount of student in there is much more than in my course but don't forget that who once begged for helping and who got you through it. Just because you think that you're more superior than others, does that mean you have to be arrogant? I shall not feel sorry for you in future for those who showed their arrogance now and begged in front of me in future. Remember that as high as the squirrel climbs, it would eventually fall to the ground (translate in malay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make people to do what I want. All I could do is just wish that people would realise how painful their action inflicted towards me and change for good. I had been thinking bout changing university but I knew it's just an idea which would not materialise. This word once uttered to me is still shaking me. " Marketing course is a course that need not a degree, everyone could do it." Everytime people comment about what course I take, I would try hard not to listen and walked away. Please, I had made a mistake in my life for not studying hard and pursuing my dream in pharmacy. Doing marketing is my 2nd choice and I feared that I made a huge mistake for choosing this major and I was not even given a choice to choose which university or college that I want to study in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling in these 2 days thinking all this stuff which made my sleep disturbed. I just hope that I could have my study mood back and get good results for my finals. I wish my time in here would be rather a fun but that's impossible now. I feel like everything of my life is being controlled and the free time are being spend on nursing those heartbroken's one who never appreciate what I've done for them. Enough of this long post. Off to bed. I wish for a better tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-7897197638444296967?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/7897197638444296967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=7897197638444296967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7897197638444296967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7897197638444296967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-life-lately.html' title='My life lately'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-149601680273978170</id><published>2008-09-13T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T20:20:55.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooncake Festival boredom</title><content type='html'>It's moon cake festival eve. My neighbour is having BBQ party..&gt;.&lt;..I was suppose to have it with Jane , Vien and Jo but then it god canceled. So on moon cake festival eve, I had a similiar celebration like I had last year. Sitting in the room by myself drinking something cold and staring at the laptop. Lame lame lame..=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering where to go now? To McD for some ice cream?..hmm..I love ice cream but my inner self says FAT FAT FAT ( my philosophy said ice cream is good but someone said ice cream is fat.lol!) Today's quiz was terribly dead meat as I tembak 10 out of the 15 question. Wonderful me huh? Now how am I going to die for the finals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week most lecture will be ending soon. So I will be going back to study (like I can with the distraction of Nickie always following me and trying to play or sniff my ear) and to celebrate nickie's first birthday..wee..=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm off to find something for myself to do. Will try to get a photo of Noni and Buddy doing lesbian and post it up. It's funny tho. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-149601680273978170?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/149601680273978170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=149601680273978170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/149601680273978170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/149601680273978170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/mooncake-festival-boredom.html' title='Mooncake Festival boredom'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-2575304110937118314</id><published>2008-09-09T11:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:23:38.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>Weekends are the best time for everyone especially Saturdays where couples go merayau rayau together and singles like me, well, stayed at home feast my eye by watching t.v's. I tried to ask Joanne whether is she free a not but she say she's going dating and asked me to date two "wonderful" people. I told her I rather date orang utan than them and few minutes after telling her, I was actually dating orang utan on t.v. *swt swt* ( I just say but the National Geographic channel just made my wish come true. o.O). Aunt went out to makan wif her husband's adik and then they came back with this dog.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SMXqEGYHLNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UAakCxD-LQk/s1600-h/DSC00530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SMXqEGYHLNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UAakCxD-LQk/s320/DSC00530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243854697294933202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesper sleepy mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SMXqEYFbYrI/AAAAAAAAANE/5TTUkEf3k4M/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SMXqEYFbYrI/AAAAAAAAANE/5TTUkEf3k4M/s320/DSC00529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243854702048404146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Long hair right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention that I got bluffed by my uncle to "help him to carry furniture" which I agree and turn out to be helping him to mop his whole house. The pictures below explain, *not the furniture!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SMXqEti-yrI/AAAAAAAAANM/Xnrg7-8kmLA/s1600-h/DSC00526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SMXqEti-yrI/AAAAAAAAANM/Xnrg7-8kmLA/s320/DSC00526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243854707809503922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SMXqE4lp9II/AAAAAAAAANU/B5CBh_eY9hA/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SMXqE4lp9II/AAAAAAAAANU/B5CBh_eY9hA/s320/DSC00527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243854710773511298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus this wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And the kitchen too which I didn't manage to take the photo. Yeah you may say it's a simple job but I did not mop for once or twice. I mopped it for the total of 4 times due to my uncle's lebey pasal. I mop some part and it was already clean then his slipper kotor walk the place I wiped and then he say why is there not clean. Dah the mop is so short that I have to bend a bit to mop plus he buat pasal and ask me to mop mop mop. Really got pissed off a bit. After about an hour and half mopping. Everything was clean and in came the furniture. Habis the whole floor dirty again with leg marks and all my work just wasted like that. &gt;.&lt; Sakit satu badan for no reason punya work..grrr.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta prepare for class now..tata&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/953836829773159919-2575304110937118314?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/2575304110937118314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=2575304110937118314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2575304110937118314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2575304110937118314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SMXqEGYHLNI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UAakCxD-LQk/s72-c/DSC00530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-4213357050202595457</id><published>2008-09-04T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T18:00:17.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle..CIS!</title><content type='html'>I'm 19 years of age but I'm wondering whether do I look much more older? What makes me say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened just now when I was walking my aunt's two dog Noni and Buddy. While walking till half way, a few kids saw I brought two &lt;s&gt; cows &lt;/s&gt; dogs and were fascinated. Both of the dogs stopped and was smelling around the ground. Then I heard a little kid called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle!"&lt;br /&gt;* I didn't bother and looked at the dog and then I looked up and and saw three kids looking at the dogs*&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle, help me take the stick there please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went &lt;a href="http://s94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Z-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/Z-1.gif" alt="Onion Head Emoticons" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  when the boy called me uncle. I felt like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=S.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/S.gif" alt="Onion Head Emoticons" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the little kid for calling me uncle..&lt;a href="http://s94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=617312a1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/617312a1.gif" alt="Onion Head Emoticons" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=617312a1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/617312a1.gif" alt="Onion Head Emoticons" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/?action=view&amp;amp;current=617312a1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/617312a1.gif" alt="Onion Head Emoticons" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..how could u call a 19 year old teenager uncle!!!..huhuhuhu..sad lar..mangkuk budak. Lucky you're still a minion. If your above standard one, mampus you kena marah by me. Can't call me younger izit? Heartache la got called uncle. If among relatives ok lar but now outsider..call la brother or wat..dun so evil by calling me uncle la..waaa..tak puas hati la..geram geram geram!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that uncle cousin and mom is coming tomolo to celebrate aunty's birthday party. If it's possible, we are going to Umbai to eat..yay!.and if I can drive, I'll definately remember the road so next time can go again ok?=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-4213357050202595457?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/4213357050202595457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=4213357050202595457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4213357050202595457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4213357050202595457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/unclecis.html' title='Uncle..CIS!'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l105/mark5014/Onion%20Head%20Emoticons/th_Z-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-1603507712661535422</id><published>2008-09-03T16:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T16:51:14.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of flowers dogs and pweety</title><content type='html'>Here are some of the happenings for last month during the 3 weeks after sem break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL5NHNA8p_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/K3VDF-9dcdU/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL5NHNA8p_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/K3VDF-9dcdU/s320/DSC00515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241711802453895154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Chen &lt;s&gt;itik&lt;/s&gt; cantik carrying nickie&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL5NHdHzsPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jB1mes0HOSs/s1600-h/DSC00516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL5NHdHzsPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jB1mes0HOSs/s320/DSC00516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241711806777635058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si celaka bugle yg lucky sial got carried by&lt;br /&gt;chen can tik..grrr...&gt;.&lt;..lol  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL5OIL_ExjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MEMi95QZxv4/s1600-h/DSC00519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL5OIL_ExjI/AAAAAAAAAMk/MEMi95QZxv4/s320/DSC00519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241712918869100082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh naik gila by taking sticker and stick on&lt;br /&gt;buddy's fat ass and then head. Poor buddy.=P&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL5OnoNecbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-yZZgKGelkc/s1600-h/DSC00520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL5OnoNecbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/-yZZgKGelkc/s320/DSC00520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241713459021640114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pada hari merdeka, bunga bunga pun blossom in&lt;br /&gt;front of my aunt's house..nice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tadaa..saja saja post take photo to put in blog so some people don't complain why my blog so empty and boring.=D&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/953836829773159919-1603507712661535422?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/1603507712661535422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=1603507712661535422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1603507712661535422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/1603507712661535422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-flowers-dogs-and-pweety.html' title='Of flowers dogs and pweety'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL5NHNA8p_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/K3VDF-9dcdU/s72-c/DSC00515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-5251652157804303930</id><published>2008-09-02T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T18:59:25.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Card card</title><content type='html'>Behold to all sushi king lover's. I can sense jealous-ness in all of you as I'm about to show you something that will make all of you wanted to rape my wallet to get it..=.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL0agAkdHTI/AAAAAAAAAME/fHsaciHrW1g/s1600-h/DSC00524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL0agAkdHTI/AAAAAAAAAME/fHsaciHrW1g/s320/DSC00524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241374678540164402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;06 - 07, 07 - 08 &amp;amp; 08-09 cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL0agsXxHhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0n_tovn6Rec/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL0agsXxHhI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0n_tovn6Rec/s320/DSC00521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241374690298109458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In dark view..nothing special.&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was cursing all the way while renewing the card as I had expect them to have the card renewal on someway October or November but they have it now?! This means bad news for me as I had planned to enjoy my superiority on members day. Now that most of the people have the new card, I bet on the members day it will be a damn-long-queue till my balls goes ding dong! Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Babylon A.D just now and seriously I had told jason that it sucks but he didn't believe it and when he came out too. He admit it sucks!. It's just total bullshit. Could have spend my wonderful RM 9 watching love guru which i think is much better than Babylon A.D. Went to sushi king eat a bit then saw the opposite shop of sushi king that sells shoe ( forgot it's name) got raided by police as some of their stuff was a fake or somewhat. Didn't bother much to look as I was rushing home and it was beginning to rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days break is coming to an end. Presentation on tomolo morning at 8 am..sigh..had been doing nothing lately and felt so wrong for wasting my 5 days break without studying. grr..wake up and study josh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-5251652157804303930?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/5251652157804303930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=5251652157804303930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5251652157804303930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5251652157804303930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/card-card.html' title='Card card'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SL0agAkdHTI/AAAAAAAAAME/fHsaciHrW1g/s72-c/DSC00524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-6050776507273518696</id><published>2008-09-01T01:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T09:33:00.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporary skin</title><content type='html'>I had got bored of seeing black background every time I log in and I'm sure you readers too. So I changed to this temporary blog skin for the sake of not getting bored of it. I'm trying to figure out how to create my own blog skin. Had been uttering for almost 2 months but the outcome?? None..&gt;.&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed help for some skin making and currently while searching for this, I helped my friend who is a year senior than me. She's letting out her feelings on me. Aiks!..hehe..but nvm la..as long as she feel better then ok liao.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite nite people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the love love seems so wrong for a guys blog eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-6050776507273518696?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/6050776507273518696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=6050776507273518696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6050776507273518696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6050776507273518696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/09/temporary-skin.html' title='Temporary skin'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-3780826292662025506</id><published>2008-08-28T09:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T09:56:02.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy --&gt; Depress..??</title><content type='html'>I wonder why am I slowly entering into a depression mood. I'm beginning to feel..empty. For the first time I lost my interest in studying. Something is wrong with me! At times I felt lonely without friends but then come to think again, I felt I could carry on my journey no matter how rough is it. It's my inner self of being tough and never shed another tear again vs the state of being lonely that is constantly fighting in me. I tried to smile and forget what has happened in the past but then I can't. I will try my best to just treat all as usual. I have to understand that no matter how, I can't force anybody to like me. If you don't like me, please just leave me away. Don't make things miserable for me. I came to think this just now, I heard it before but I forgot who said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever leave this world one day by sudden,&lt;br /&gt;Never shed a tear for me,&lt;br /&gt;As I should not be the one to burden you with sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Instead you should be happy that I've left for happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Our lifes are short,&lt;br /&gt;But we can choose how we want to live,&lt;br /&gt;With tears or laughter, sweet memories or die miserably,&lt;br /&gt;I rather die by seeing the laughter of those who suffered all this while rather than seeing the  tears of those who cry for their dead families in war,&lt;br /&gt;I rather die with the sweet memories I had with this world rather than dieing miserably due to sadness and painful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days break is coming soon. Perhaps this is the time for me to push myself to catch up with what I've left behind. I should just close the door of my social life during these few days. Why does happy time have to be short but sad moment have to be long. No matter what, I should just pamper myself with whatever happy moments I have even though I'll have to do it alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-3780826292662025506?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/3780826292662025506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=3780826292662025506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3780826292662025506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3780826292662025506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-depress.html' title='Happy --&gt; Depress..??'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-6857712772614758595</id><published>2008-08-21T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:29:13.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With Sinus</title><content type='html'>It rained in the morning&lt;br /&gt;It stopped&lt;br /&gt;It rained again&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly the sun shine brightly&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr sun hid himself&lt;br /&gt;And Miss Rain came again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Josh..studying for his BIS while Mr Sun broke up with Miss Rain. It kept raining and the sun shone later and then it rained again. That's what happen the whole day. Because of quarrel between Mr Sun and Miss Rain, my sinus problem had been bugging me since I enter Exam Hall. Had been trying to hold my watery nose from flowing out the whole exam and what's worst is Little Air Cond was directly above me which made my sinus problem even worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 papers gone and left back a single paper for this week. After that it would be presentation, presentation and more presentation. How wonderful is it eh? Even the Malaysia Studies Lecturer had recognize me for the problems I had in my group. I'm FAMOUS!..WOO..&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Might go to bed early. I hate sinus problem. Makes me feel so weak and sleepy. It's just like flu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-6857712772614758595?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/6857712772614758595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=6857712772614758595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6857712772614758595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6857712772614758595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/08/down-with-sinus.html' title='Down With Sinus'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-6554056583327967012</id><published>2008-08-17T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:08:02.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>When hopes were high on you,&lt;br /&gt;You tried your best,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end,&lt;br /&gt;You failed to live up to expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You felt utmost regret,&lt;br /&gt;Tears flowed freely,&lt;br /&gt;You felt like running away from reality,&lt;br /&gt;To the deepest jungle or the highest mountain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you confronted it,&lt;br /&gt;You ran away or took alternatives,&lt;br /&gt;So that you could escaped from facing it,&lt;br /&gt;You knew it's a foolish thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;But for the sake of avoiding the past,&lt;br /&gt;You took this path,&lt;br /&gt;And suffered in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew that the time would come,&lt;br /&gt;Where you had to face it,&lt;br /&gt;You tried to stood tall,&lt;br /&gt;Be proud and strong yet show some arrogance and dignity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You felt the change is unnecessary,&lt;br /&gt;But it's all just a fake lie,&lt;br /&gt;You're weak, and cowardice,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be the things you were not meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;Is just a pain in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arose now and be what you are born to be,&lt;br /&gt;Even with a little dignity left,&lt;br /&gt;You shall fight till the last breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Never care bout those who meant to make you fall nor discourage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the life is yours, be what you are meant to be and not what you are not meant to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-6554056583327967012?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/6554056583327967012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=6554056583327967012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6554056583327967012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/6554056583327967012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-7267342405072632442</id><published>2008-08-14T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:07:45.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepyyyyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Lately I'm extremely worn out. For the entire week, upon having my dinner around 7 plus, I would be so tired and get ready for bed about 8 plus. I don't know what is wrong with me. My eye's were like so heavy and I just feel like sleeping and sleeping and sleeping all day long. I'm doing this blog in a half awake way. Was watching tennis half way with my uncle on astro and I fell asleep. Uncle laughed so hard and cheered till I kept got terkejut and jumped up. Not good for my heartbeat though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to tahan my sleep till I watched the drama at 9.30. It's getting more and more exciting. I need something to keep me awake. Is it because of perut kenyang made me feel sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder. Perhaps tomorrow I could tidur mati a.k.a sleep dead for one whole day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..tired tired..sleepy sleepy..&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-7267342405072632442?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/7267342405072632442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=7267342405072632442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7267342405072632442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/7267342405072632442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/08/sleepyyyyyyyyy.html' title='Sleepyyyyyyyyy'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-3727072120742709086</id><published>2008-08-13T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:17:04.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manicure</title><content type='html'>Sepanjang minggu ini, my sepuluh fingers had been painted oleh beberapa girls. I went to the parti kecil kecil di rumah joanne and my left hand lima jari dicolour oleh joanne. Selepas itu, today my right hand 5 fingers pulak dicolor again oleh joanne n sharon with the alasan nak cuba product baru yang bernama SHISHIBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesian 10 jari jemari aku, first time I jadi macam perempuan menghiasi jari jemari. After that, I cuba sedaya upaya untuk clean all the manicure tapi my right hand punya tak clean sebab cat SHISHIBO sangat susah nak dicleankan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok,enough of malay + english for this blog. It's middle of August. Ku tidak sabar untuk menamatkan segala assignment ku dan dun wan to see that binatang hodoh! Because of that binatang hodoh, we had a small persatuan called Persatuan Anti M***elle. Semua ahlinya very geram of her n backstab her kao kao!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daku now nak belajar.Exam next week sangat merunsingkan I. I nak bagus bagus punya result.Muahahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-3727072120742709086?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/3727072120742709086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=3727072120742709086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3727072120742709086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/3727072120742709086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/08/manicure.html' title='Manicure'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-8172093773315355595</id><published>2008-08-09T18:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:38:22.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sucky times had just began..</title><content type='html'>I came back to Malacca on Thursday morning. The previous night I had a hard time sleeping. I was reluctant to go back for the first time ever since I was in MMU. Previous year, I would always look foward to go back and to meet my friends all but now, I just hate my first sem especially with that b**ch who's idiotic horrible 1000kg tong minyak giant that looks like a guy showing off her "wonderful","princess","beautiful","man seducing" frowning face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vomits till 1 whole toilet full*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, get a life! You like insanely horrible and yet you think you're so gorgeous which put you as the same rank as princess? HAHAHA (why am I laughing). It's so lame ok? If you can be a princess, then those pretty ones could be the ugly witch? Enough of talking that idiot fella in my blog as she don't worth the place in here. It spoils my blog's reputation.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic,&lt;br /&gt;I was a lil insane (maybe I am already) on wednesday night itself. Nickie came into my room and jumped up to my bed and slept with me while I was enjoying my remaining times at home. Then as I was about to go to bed, I hugged nickie, rest his head on my shoulder and whisper to him saying that I wish I could be with him and don't need to go back to Malacca. No, I'm ain't gay but during the whole week I was at home, everywhere I go and there will be nickie following me, we would play with each other and he would always lick my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So during the sem break, I kept planning to treat my self with a stomach stuffing japanese food buffet at The Curve but then there's no one to accompany; well to be particular, pretty girls.*winks*. Hey, not dirty okay but good food + pretty girls = a complete and happy time.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, tonight there's a girl's party between jane,joanne and vien. They asked me to join them but with the condition of me wearing laces and hello kitty. Hmm, I wonder how gay I would look if I'm in that.=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Some people complain no pics and so now here's a pic to savour your eyes. The official launch had to be delayed again as I am a lil busy and I can't make some effect to go as what I wanted. Need some template expert help..desperately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SJ1xxxS-KSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1UNPJnYcvhg/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SJ1xxxS-KSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1UNPJnYcvhg/s320/DSC00513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232463441934821666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at him sleeping on the bed comfortably&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/953836829773159919-8172093773315355595?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/8172093773315355595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=8172093773315355595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8172093773315355595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/8172093773315355595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/08/sucky-times-had-just-began.html' title='The sucky times had just began..'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JvFSctFdJfc/SJ1xxxS-KSI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1UNPJnYcvhg/s72-c/DSC00513.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-285603668471436048</id><published>2008-08-04T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:14:16.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit to the dentist</title><content type='html'>I hate visiting the dentist. The reason? I'll always end up bloody all over my mouth. Yes, my gum is week. Even sometimes when I'm hungry and I clatter my teeth, it will bleed or when I drink water in a faster way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist just now. Waited for almost 2 hours due to too many patience. There was this indian boy who's age about primary school went in to have his teeth pull off. He shouted and cried when the doctor injected him. His mom went out with a worry face and trying to hold her tears off. When he shouted again, the mom immediately flew in and manja manjakan him. My goodness!! I can predict in future there will not be any "macho" men anymore instead all will be more like sissy. Perhaps the girls will be the macho one's..swt swt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn next and I had to kena tembak by the water. The dentist use the something sharp sharp and poke all my teeth and gums which made my whole mouth bleed. When I spit into the bowl, it was full of blood. Was a bit thankful that I don't have to do any plastering as I hate the drill. It can be skull-numbing feeling everytime after I finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now I can feel blood..ahhh..my precious blood..I think I need to eat the chinese pill to get my red cells back..lol..XP..feeling hungry but I can't eat anything for the next 3 hours..sob sob..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: It's unagi season..this whole month at sushi king. I had wonderful smacking of unagi yesterday. Will be going again some time this week..uhhh..yummy yumy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-285603668471436048?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/285603668471436048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=285603668471436048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/285603668471436048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/285603668471436048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/08/visit-to-dentist.html' title='A visit to the dentist'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-4679965886527944285</id><published>2008-07-30T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:08:23.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience running out</title><content type='html'>I'm reaching my boiling point. If you could actually compare me this sem with previously, I've been very very patience and keeping mum to myself when I deal with people. Perhaps I could just "explode" in a few days especially if this stupid idiotic gila kuasa sewel love to direct celaka betul miss M continues to bother me. Miss M is a bloody hypocrite who pretends to gives wonderful advices but act differently from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand her anymore since Sunday. Exam was on Tuesday, so it's as usual people do study for their mid term. Then a good friend of miss M, miss I called me and asked me to fetch her from Taman Kerjasama (opposite of EP) all the way to exam hall at 9.p.m to ask direction for the new company's location that we were about to go for interview. She had not have her bath yet and I was at MMU corner buying some food. Waited for her for good 15 minutes  and fetch her to there and back, it was already 10 o clock. I told miss C and miss J about that there might be a possibility that we might go to interview on monday. Then miss M called me and said about that they might change company. Since I knew about it, I said I told miss C and miss J about it and god knows what happened to that pea brain of miss M, she immediately scolded me for not respecting her as a leader and lambasted me saying I do things without asking her permission. I was so pissed that I wasted 1 good hour that I could use to store knowledge for your stupid management assignment and I ended up getting scolded for just helping miss M?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes monday, I remembered that she once told miss C that if they wan to see the lecturer for Management, miss M would have to go along with them too or best don't see the lecturer as he might deduct our coursework mark if he knows about the hostile atmosphere in the group. While attending management class, the Malaysian Studies lecturer called me and asked me to meet her on tuesday morning at 7.45. So the next day I went to see the lecturer and she told me that one of the member came to see her yesterday and express her concern regarding assignment and drama presentation. The lecturer gave me a wonderful half an hour lecture and I left with a even more pissed feeling towards miss M!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wonderfully just now, at 4.30 miss M asked me whether could I go to Cold Storage, the company we were suppose to interview to get back the research letter. I said I'm not sure as it's so late and I've planned my time for today. She then said she told miss S to tell me but miss S told me only by yesterday which I was already tired due to ptptn and had exam at night. So I told her that I couldn't go today as I have another paper too and I need some rest. Miss M then just told me off saying that she didn't ask me to go before the exam and ask me to go by tomorrow. HELLO!?! AM I YOUR DRIVER NOW?! DO I GET PAID FOR MY SALARY AND MY PETROL?!You think you're pissed off and you could just scold me for no reason because I kept silence and being very very patience?! You've test my patience well enough. Compared to last time, I'm being over patience with how things go because of my past relationship which failed and now you're taking advantage over my patience?!You think I'm just a plain idiot who don't have feelings?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you don't get to read this Miss M but you better watch out, you've test my patience for a very long time and I've reached my point where I would insult you like nobody's business and I don't care if I ever lose you as a friend or what. You knew me barely 3 months and you treated me as if like I'm something for you to manipulate. Who knows you might be the first lucky person to actually face my wrath and I bet lot's of people would want to see it especially adyla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's in 3 hours time and with this mood I'm having now, it's impossible for me to study. I need to cool down. Can't let that stupid idiotic gila babi Miss M's attitude spoil my management examination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-4679965886527944285?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/4679965886527944285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=4679965886527944285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4679965886527944285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/4679965886527944285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/07/patience-running-out.html' title='Patience running out'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-2801577732776773695</id><published>2008-07-27T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:05:13.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>Weekends comes and goes just in a snap of a finger. My weekend which consist of friday saturday and sunday had just passed like a breeze. On friday early morning, woke up and went to hospital to gave my sickly aunt her "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yee kiao"&lt;/span&gt; noodles. She was so hungry that she gobbled up like a wolf once i put it on a plate for her. Then went to the library to do some research for the malaysian studies written assignment and while doing halfway, they had a discussion with about the issues that we have in malaysian studies group and how terrible some people are in the group. I've been busy solving misunderstanding issues among members till I'm sick of it but I kept it to myself and not showing them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the bad managing of the group, I offer to hand in my resignation and let other's be but they persuaded me to continue. I know my abilities and I would rather resign and lost a bit of dignity rather than being back stabbed and trying to satisfy everyone which deems impossible in this group of madness. After that, went to MP to celebrate Jo's birthday. It was a nice surprise to them. Went for some walking and photo taking then off to movie at 7.20. Watched the dark knight which is ok to me. I rated it ok because I was freezeing inside and I had to hold my toilet break time due to the intense part. Came out of the cinema and it was already 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me jane and vien went to Friends Cafe and had some dinner there. We can't have takoyaki or okanomoyaki (izit?..i forgot) which is delicious so we ended up having blueberry cheese cake which is not bad too. Went back home after that and found myself locked outside once again. Went back to ixora and troubled jane to borrow her phone to wake my uncle up as mine hp is about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sat, parents came and we went to visit aunt plus some town shopping. After that rushed back and prepared for the interview but we wasted an hour or two there where the manager said he wanted to cancel the interview session. I went to hospital to fetch my parents, went to this New World Foodcourt which situated near bukit china which their food taste horrible. Went to DP again after that for some sight seeing and off back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday..STUDY TIME!!.I wasted a few of my precious time to blog instead of studying. Need to get my time for accounting and management. And not to forget that I might be back home for just a freaking few days during my 1 week sem break due to some assignment clashing problem.Sigh, I miss my lil naughty nickie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: My dad  said that they bought durian last week and lil naughty nickie had his own supper by biting and eating the durian all by himself when my parents are sleeping. They were surprise the next morning when they saw the durian was bitten nicely. They wonder who ate and nickie got busted when he poop-ed as it smell the horrible smell of durian!.Ugh..little naughty dog..always jahanam..hehe..=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-2801577732776773695?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/2801577732776773695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=2801577732776773695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2801577732776773695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/2801577732776773695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy busy'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-5028196542837063520</id><published>2008-07-19T13:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T22:01:01.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At point blank</title><content type='html'>I'm so freaking blank on how to handle my Malaysian Studies Group. I just don't understand why we can't just have script right away but each of us create our own words. Won't that consume much more time since we are out of time and have so much things to do. Based on my calculations, 5 meetings for practice should be sufficient to bring the best in every individual but now with this brilliant thinking, even 10 meetings would not bring the best of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please give me the courage patience and power to handle this assignment. Handling such a huge group is a very pressurize job and I'll never ever handle it again. Every thing that I had planned is just going against these major big thinking power. It's terrible to have these people who want things go their way. I just felt like dropping this subject or best just wish the assignment would be changed. I have a few arrogant members who loves to dominate everything and show their awful side and others who dared not to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to just speak out what I want to say; the truth about it but I often had to hold back because of considering between friendship or assignment. Sensitive as they are yet they gave a lot of problems and couldn't take any criticism. This would be such a pain in the ass and a major headache. I've been wondering how could I just bring out the teamwork in the group since no matter what I do, there seem's to be unhappy feeling among everyone. I knew that it's hard to satisfy everyone's need especially in a large group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently having a headache now and  I just don't know what to do. Save me from this problem please. Someone..Anyone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-5028196542837063520?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/5028196542837063520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=5028196542837063520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5028196542837063520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5028196542837063520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/07/at-point-blank.html' title='At point blank'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953836829773159919.post-5800416139847087363</id><published>2008-07-16T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:37:03.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To begin with...</title><content type='html'>This is my new blog. It's not officially launched yet. The exact date maybe in two weeks time i guess. Planning to do some design and changes to make it a wonderful blog and to be jealous by others..*evil laughs*..=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, allow me to state a bit of the basic history of this blog. How does this blog got it's name? Well, actually I had been viewing things around in the society. The people around me and the world. I found that every people would always manipulate people or lie in order to get their things achieved. I hate to see people being manipulated, being killed innocently and suffer unnecessarily just for the sake of other's happiness. So I got this name beneath the deceive cloak is that to hope that even though every darkness in human life, there is a moment of truth,a moment of light. Beneath this cloak is where is store all the truth and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this idea when I was sitting down in my room in the middle of the night of a Saturday. I stared at the moon shining brightly and the clouds were moving. The moon is representing like us..a human and the clouds were the problems and obstacle. Everytime when the clouds block the moon from shining brightly, it's just as similiar as us being burdened by problems. As long as we trust ourselves, we believe we are extraordinary and we have faith, we can overcome every problem and shine again just like how the moon used to be when the clouds moved away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new blog marks the new chapter of me. I'm now a university student. I'm starting to think more critically and I'm not shy to bombard you if you were wrong. I had enough of taking care of other's feelings because in the end, I'm the one who's getting the pain. So that's all for my post to mark the beginning of my new blog.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953836829773159919-5800416139847087363?l=beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/feeds/5800416139847087363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953836829773159919&amp;postID=5800416139847087363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5800416139847087363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953836829773159919/posts/default/5800416139847087363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneaththedeceivecloak.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-begin-with.html' title='To begin with...'/><author><name>Josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07034383504608257642</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/_JvFSctFdJfc/SnfW4dtlSKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AqBzZZbo878/S220/DSC00624.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
