<?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-5274857739287810865</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:36:39.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>epiphany</title><subtitle type='html'>the awakening</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4185820810473605309</id><published>2010-09-06T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:03:19.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN FLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCIYYkhBeDc/SHclSj6coZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8mpOD6lC-YM/s400/IMG_3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCIYYkhBeDc/SHclSj6coZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8mpOD6lC-YM/s400/IMG_3515.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4185820810473605309?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4185820810473605309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4185820810473605309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4185820810473605309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4185820810473605309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-can-fly.html' title='I CAN FLY!'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SCIYYkhBeDc/SHclSj6coZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8mpOD6lC-YM/s72-c/IMG_3515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-9063015046879897464</id><published>2010-08-23T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:10:26.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trippin' oh stumblin' flippin' fumblin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is not really an update,&lt;br /&gt;its just what you call a bad date.&lt;br /&gt;oh! no more about just being late,&lt;br /&gt;its like they've found a new 'mandate'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see how i belong,&lt;br /&gt;in the place where i've been long.&lt;br /&gt;feels like i should walk along,&lt;br /&gt;to a place that sings my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't norm'ly write like this,&lt;br /&gt;cause i felt the point was missed.&lt;br /&gt;why do people judge like this,&lt;br /&gt;can't they all just give me peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vested int'rest, vested int'rest,&lt;br /&gt;resounding in my mind at rest.&lt;br /&gt;how and when this endless protest,&lt;br /&gt;would ever not be brought to test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with a heavy non-the-less,&lt;br /&gt;i rest my case with forgiveness;&lt;br /&gt;and trade my rights for godliness,&lt;br /&gt;lest i would showcase Christless-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lest i increase and He decrease,&lt;br /&gt;and lest He strikes and i decease. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(LOL!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! God of peace, my striving cease!&lt;br /&gt;thank You for putting me at ease!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what use on earth with hair to hold,&lt;br /&gt;when death returns a pile of mould.&lt;br /&gt;with lengthy, shining locks of gold,&lt;br /&gt;let MY new trend in heav'n unfold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-9063015046879897464?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/9063015046879897464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=9063015046879897464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/9063015046879897464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/9063015046879897464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2010/08/trippin-oh-stumblin-flippin-fumblin.html' title='trippin&apos; oh stumblin&apos; flippin&apos; fumblin&apos;'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-1134812361278217060</id><published>2010-08-10T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T11:35:24.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rhythm of Your grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hi. its been a loooong time. i know this blog is really deprived of my attention, but i just can't find the time to update. or even if i did, there's nothing substantial to update about. events, random statements are all dominated by facebook d. and at the end of the say there is really nothing much to squeeze out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that. i'll just update for updating sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt alot of stuff happened from the last update till now. like how i went through the hellish examination of a month called june. enjoyed productive holidays in the 1st half of july. and the increasingly crazy uni workload of august. yay! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurm. this semester, i have a secret. that is, i am superman. oops no more secret d. well, i feel like i've over-committed myself to so many things. and in that sense, i can't help but think that i'm immature because of that. eventhough i made a decision to prioritize everything, which is by far so far so good. but still, there's this feeling of inevitably crashing out and screwing up and thus proving my over-commitment to be an immature bravado &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just the other day i was writing down my various duties in church, CF, and other 'social commitments'. and the list was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=O&lt;/span&gt; lol. if you're my fren and you're reading this, it would be really nice to pray for me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; cause i feel like i really need it lorh. but then again, i'm not saying that i'm purely running on the fuel of the prayers of others lah. that would make me a breainless free-loader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of surviving the semesters. i wanna conquer them instead! and emerge from it stronger in many areas &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; insya-allah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. the 40 days of fasting has begun &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=O&lt;/span&gt; and i still dunno what to fast. i can't fast on food because my meal times are already so irregular. i can't fast on computer games because i don't play that often. and i dun watch much tv. comes online every now and then. facebook every now and then. they say it must hurt to count, and i can't find anything that'll hurt! (oops. invited trouble d) so yeah. &lt;i&gt;fast wattttt???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyoh. lazy d. and hungry. and sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s &lt;/span&gt;: i always blog in the 'edit html' mode wan. naiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;pp/s :&lt;/span&gt; i need to stop saying stupid things. to you. especially &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-1134812361278217060?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/1134812361278217060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=1134812361278217060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1134812361278217060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1134812361278217060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2010/08/rhythm-of-your-grace.html' title='rhythm of Your grace'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4918474320581371084</id><published>2010-05-30T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T10:53:46.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is an emergency!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"may we see this generation and its state of desperation for Your glory!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;i want to do more, but i know too little to do more &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4918474320581371084?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4918474320581371084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4918474320581371084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4918474320581371084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4918474320581371084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-is-emergency.html' title='this is an emergency!'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-1558710978562309919</id><published>2010-05-23T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T11:41:03.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The most beautiful truth ever existed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;is that truth was never made up, but something absolute. something that existed before everything else existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and really, only Truth can make things come into existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when we realize what Truth says we are, then we ARE. And isn't that the beauty of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really find it so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i begin to comprehend the truism that goes like&lt;i&gt; ''people who don't accept you as who you really are, are not your true friends in the first place.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being human and all, i find it hard to be vulnerable because i'm afraid to see the circle of friends diminish. But i guess this truism filters the people whom you can count on in your entire lifetime from people whom you thought you could also count on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank Truth for saying i'm worth getting rejected for. worth getting a bad reputation for. worth dying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at myself, it doesn't make sense. No one would do such a thing for me. But the truth is there was. And i know this is so often repeated, but i guess i've never found this truth truer than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth is, truth is my only true friend. because at the end of the day, if ever my circle of friends becomes a round dot. I still have enough friend to keep me going. yes its as singular as much as it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought i'd pen my thoughts down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; i also want to thank God for this friend who willingly followed me (by foot!) to check out some routes in the wee hours. It meant so much to me because honestly, i didn't expect that from him or anyone else for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-1558710978562309919?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/1558710978562309919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=1558710978562309919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1558710978562309919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1558710978562309919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2010/05/most-beautiful-truth-ever-existed.html' title='The most beautiful truth ever existed'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6503116158839914111</id><published>2010-05-21T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T14:32:52.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll dance around it all night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;shucks. i missed the april update. maintaining this blog is hard &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt; but nevertheless, i can see the days ahead where i'll blog more often. i know it will come. i just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. tmr, or rather in umm.. 4 hours time, i'll be running 5km &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; yes RunNat is back this year. so yes, here i am, exhausted yet excited, sleepy yet energized. just waiting for it to come. i guess its no unfamiliar fact that time flies, its as though just yesterday team &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt; had their 1st ever training. and now, we're finally gonna run! no more boring red tracks and seeing man-in-tights! but real roads &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that, i still wonder whether praying in such a way really works. But i guess that its more of the message we runners sent out to the world (and our hearts to God) when we do run and pray. And my guess (again) is that He no doubt will find anything sincere a delight &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayy. here's what i really want to say to team -.- (i can't put a punctuation mark after that emoticon or it'll look like -.-.). LOL. anyways, i just want to say that i'm really really REALLY proud of you guy and girls! and for the amount of effort and volume of sweat you all put in for this run! =P although we fluctuate in our stamina at different times, i'm just glad that in small ways i can see yall improving =) and i really admire the endurance yall exhibit, it actually inspires me in ways you all don't know. so yeah, thank you for making the training a success, and more importantly, for your companionship in this run. i treasure every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*sentimental mode off*&lt;/i&gt; so yes. back to normal boring updates about myself. &lt;i&gt;*narcissitic mode on*&lt;/i&gt; I am in my final assignment phase now, and i cannot tell whether its a good or bad thing. yet. and umm.. my first paper is on a SATURDAY. but whats better is this: i thought i could play some futsal in the morning before having myself tortured psychologically by my first paper (which happens to be psyschology). &lt;b&gt;BUT MONASH HAS TO FIX THE EXAM AT THE EXACT SAME TIME WITH FUTSAL!!&lt;/b&gt;! yes yes its &lt;b&gt;8.30 - 10.30&lt;/b&gt;, not much choice eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. other than a psycho psycho paper at a psycho day and psycho time, i've ELEVEN days of 'study break' before my next paper. true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. anyways, amidst the exams and assignment ramblings, i want to &lt;i&gt;*sentimental mode on*&lt;/i&gt; THANK GOD for great things that happened this semester! i shall name a few that is on my mind. for MCF! yes, i find it such a blessing to meet new people! also, being a part of MCF really makes me happy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; thank God also for new friendships made/bettered/restored too! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; you can tell i'm really happy by the amount of smilies i use &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=) =) =) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. smt random here. as a student (that drives) hor, it came to my attention that driving to Monash from Bkt Rimau and back actually eats ALOT of petrol &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt; sigh now i'm contemplating whether to shift to the hostel when its completed. and also now i'm beginning to appreciate people who pay for my petrol so so so SOOOO much. seriously! buy petrol for me for christmas kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okayz. i shallz endz nowz. i need at least an hourz of sleepz to keep me from faintingz and killing other peoplez later in the eveningz. nitez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: peel fresh orange NEVER fails to make my day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6503116158839914111?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6503116158839914111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=6503116158839914111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6503116158839914111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6503116158839914111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2010/05/well-dance-around-it-all-night.html' title='we&apos;ll dance around it all night.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-8377280486081556592</id><published>2010-03-16T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T06:14:05.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd just die like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what this day will bring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will it be disappointing, filled with longed for things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what tomorrow holds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still I know I can trust Your faithfulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know if these clouds mean rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If they do, will they pour down blessing or pain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what the future holds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still I know I can trust Your faithfulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Certain as the rivers reach the sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Certain as the sunrise in the east&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can rest in your faithfulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surer than a mother's tender love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Surer than the stars still shine above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can rest in your faithfulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how or when I'll die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will it be a thief, or will I have a chance to say goodbye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I don't know how much time is left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in the end, I will know your faithfulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When darkness overwhelms my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When thoughts and storms of doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still I trust You are always faithful, always faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've come to the point where i'm really tired of fighting. tired using the strength of mine that could never win in the first place. tired of living the endless struggle between who i am now and who He wants me to be. tired of trying. tired of pushing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, i hang my gloves up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end it all boils down to how big a piece of trust we're willing to let go, to grow vulnerable, to show weakness, to say 'i cannot do it alone', to allow myself to be broken. and God knows how much i hate doing just this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but today, i hang up my gloves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and today, i want to be able to sing this song without lying. God please help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP562si-d1Q"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP562si-d1Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-8377280486081556592?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/8377280486081556592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=8377280486081556592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8377280486081556592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8377280486081556592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2010/03/id-just-die-like-that.html' title='i&apos;d just die like that'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5894217417163873798</id><published>2010-02-22T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T16:56:46.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh time don't stop just yet, cuz i'm not ready for now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and for the sake of having february on my archive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the month of february, i discovered that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, is not loving yourself, &lt;i&gt;so that you can love the other person&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'what a stupid thought' i thought at first. but it was just then i realized that this quality was personified in Christ as he hung in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not stupid anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the end of february marks an end to my long 'summer' hols, not like spring is coming anyway, cuz its summer everyday in msia. anyweis, just as how i can't wait to start monash-ing again, i secretly want hols to be longer also lol. so thats why i'm taking psycho this sem to evaluate my mental condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, the month of feb has been hmm.. more $$ful than usual i guess, which is a good thing. urmm.. other than that. nothing else seems much happening in my life for now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt; apart from the fact that my hair is now gold &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; yellow/blonde/whatever you wanna call it. okay so what made me do it? well. i just wanted to be another source of warmth for the people around me, second from the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala and then here comes march! i'm dunno what is posting me here.. as i mentioned, its just so that i have a february post lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. until i feel like blogging properly, i'm sustaining it like that. yaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i just don't understand girls their way of choosing handbags. and prolly never will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-5894217417163873798?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/5894217417163873798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=5894217417163873798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5894217417163873798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5894217417163873798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-time-dont-stop-just-yet-cuz-im-not.html' title='oh time don&apos;t stop just yet, cuz i&apos;m not ready for now.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7899843384456613976</id><published>2010-01-04T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:54:37.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a little lamb who's lost in the woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been really long. blogging is starting to be not my kinda thing. i feel weird blogging now. its like unlatching the door to welcome (not to mention announce the vulnerability of the fort i call 'my life') wrong impressions, &lt;s&gt;stalkers&lt;/s&gt;, misunderstandings and what not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i'm against stuff like that bcuz i hate being vulnerable. oh oops. anyways, i dunno what to update my blog with larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and umm. i feel like stamping this as an entry d. gahh. okay january. nothing much happening for me. except that i'm working in caremart. for the whole month. pls have lunch with me. or i'll get lonely and talk to skittles wan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mm so yeah. yay january. oh and someone is gonna turn 21 (i almost type 26 choy!) this coming jan 26! i wonder who =0 but anyways. maybe this is gonna be abit of a turn down, but i don't want to celebrate my 21st birthday on the 26th. (i dunwanna sound so perasan) but, as much as i would love YOU GUYS to celebrate with me, i'm just not free on jan 26th lah. the whole day. and night. but YOU GUYS can always do it another day. before/after/whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;january's gonna be where my room looks more people friendly too. as of now, ONLY mua can enter it. no one else . obviously for their safety, and for a good impression's sake. but more emphasis on the former ;) sigh its gonna take forever cleaning. but i must have it done =/ must! God help me. &lt;s&gt;nat also&lt;/s&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to have this thought where upon turning 21, one would already have a gf by his side to celebrate with, one would already have his whole life sorted out nicely like cards all laid out neatly infront of him, &lt;s&gt;and one would have his room clean and neat&lt;/s&gt; one would be i dunno.. more MANLY looking already? all of which i obviously don't have. oh well. its a 'used to be' thought anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy just the way God wants me to be happy about it (its all part of His plan yo). so yeah.. but now i have this new feeling (being 20 and all.. ), i've this urge to find a mate -.- yes. i dunno why, but its there. and suddenly i have a newfound respect for those who are 20 OVER, going strong and still w/o mates =P i resTECPA you all. seriously. maybe i'll follow you guys' example. omgosh what am i saying. CHOY! heh. urges. and what they can destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah. i guess feelings/emotions/urges do not dictate intelligence. (lol i sound so smart wannabe) so its the wait race i'm gonna be running in again this year. &lt;s&gt;until smt h..&lt;/s&gt; sigh. urges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i wont be turning 21 alone this year. you see, that is t3h problem. bcuz i dunno what to buy 21 year olds for their bday present without blowing my wallet out of shape. (i realized i only think abt this when i'm 21. or near there.) &lt;s&gt;i&lt;/s&gt; ppl exTECPA =P expensive more ada classy punya gift for their 21st. i think. and then they go saying you only turn 21 once marh, expensive abit wun die wan marh. well don't you turn 22 once also? bodoh. but i is different (self praise here, dun spoil my moment), i'll take what you give me with open hearts and hand. lol. unless you give me smt that looks like faeces, i'll see to it that you won't have it on your smile when you leave. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really an angel wan.. =) only when no one is looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. posts for january done. november and december is just these lah: fun.work.camp.3NATsinoneday!masquearade.dinners.happyxmas.ncgg.facebook.dota.salary.didisayfun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and summary for 09, i still have the 2 teeth i loss to celebrate new year with me. eventho they're far apart from my gums, i'll always heart them. 09 was fun lah. cuz i find fun in everything wan. wee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. and suddenly i feel too old to learn music already. boo you, earth! for making me age.. anywayz. many happy returns, year 2010. =) *toasts to whoever*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i'm starting to like you already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7899843384456613976?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7899843384456613976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7899843384456613976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7899843384456613976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7899843384456613976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-little-lamb-whos-lost-in-woods.html' title='i&apos;m a little lamb who&apos;s lost in the woods'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-1776960969279799270</id><published>2009-10-11T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T10:36:09.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love sleeping.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so it has been awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its 12 october today. week 12 for monash &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;which is good. and not so good. good because it is heading to an eternity long of holidays (3 months plus, i think). and not so good because exams are prowling around the corner. but hey, i'm not complaining &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to meng yoe's new home today. It was.. nice lah. i'm picking the words carefully so that i don't ban myself from entering his house again. Other than the make-do waste paper basket as a hanging lamp-shade, everything was normal lah. He tried to impress us with his new tablecloth, but we dropped food on it &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt; accidentally, of course &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. i'm getting very lazy to update nowadays. don't know why, but i suspect its age related (getting old&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; T.T&lt;/span&gt;). and talking agout age, i think 09 is passing me by faster come the 3rd quarter of the year. September went by silently, and now its close to mid october already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes this rate of 'time passing by' makes me think about the future. or rather, my future. not really about what am i going to do and all that kinda stuff, but rather what kind of person i will become. Life has always been carefree for me. But i guess, carefree is inversely proportional to age. Still it doesn't mean i'm not completely carefree now, i think i will always remain that way, just that less of it lah. but for now, i think i'm still mostly carefree lah. that is why i find fun in almost everything. How was exams? fun. How was EE? fun. How was this and that? FUN! and i think that because of what i'm made of, i'm generally a happy, optimistic person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think i've found THE lifelong hymn for myself. its the kind of song you usually hear at funerals. go guess what it is lah. clue : Irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-1776960969279799270?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/1776960969279799270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=1776960969279799270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1776960969279799270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1776960969279799270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-slept-with-sleep-and-i-loved-it.html' title='i love sleeping.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7377100255216533875</id><published>2009-09-16T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:38:40.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;was watching this over breakfast at medan abt 2 days ago. didn't know the title, but found out later on lah. didn't get to watch the whole thing, but i can tell its a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one part of the film made me realize something:&lt;i&gt; that after people leave, the one thing that their loved ones would miss the most is hearing their voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this part where the father didn't know what to do with his two girls, and so he calls home while on a roadtrip. Obviously no one was at home, so the answering machine told him to leave a message. But, that automated voice that greeted him was that of his late wife. and he went like &lt;i&gt;"i just called because i missed hearing your voice.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i get emo when things that i really care about gets taken away. and i think i would be one who'll prolly lose the will to live if my partner ever leaves before me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;or that man who cried like a baby at his wife's funeral.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; but yeah, i'll just leave thoughts as they are lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, on a not so morbid note, its like the season of departures now. not that i'm emo about it, but rather i just realize the loss now. people that you got so used to seeing and hanging out together, are now a thousands of miles away. man, they are so irreplaceable!? despite the many friends you have around you, its just different without them. i guess thats why all my friends are such a huge part of me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt; yes, i do feel the tug when you guys &lt;s&gt;leave&lt;/s&gt; left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, facebook makes life better. &lt;i&gt;and that song 'never alone' too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7377100255216533875?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7377100255216533875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7377100255216533875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7377100255216533875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7377100255216533875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/09/grace-is-gone.html' title='Grace is gone'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5649127195429884954</id><published>2009-09-07T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T05:38:24.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>always late?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have issues with punctuality. and i need help. so far, this ad has been instrumental in suggesting help. enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7uPE1Ysdd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r7uPE1Ysdd4&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the third one lah &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; cracks me up everytime i watch it. oh and the 2nd part of the video's about something else d (&lt;i&gt;the one abt toilet paper&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had japanese buffet today. awesome stuff! think ly might blog abt it. go see her blog&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-5649127195429884954?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/5649127195429884954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=5649127195429884954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5649127195429884954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5649127195429884954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/09/always-late.html' title='always late?'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7013706624742912343</id><published>2009-09-03T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:58:49.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Uni : Tonight's Gonna be a Good, Good Night~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tonight, officially at &lt;b&gt;10.00&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.m&lt;/b&gt;., i ryan teoh, hereby declare the "&lt;i&gt;THURSDAY NIGHT SPECIAL!&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;b&gt;ON&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;featuring cool activities like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6fCVwMfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/9kE35mzP-CQ/s1600-h/IMG_2942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6fCVwMfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/9kE35mzP-CQ/s320/IMG_2942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377221522470482418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reading EVERYTHING (till you drop) about marine life and how heavy metal affects them! ahh. HEAVENLY! just like the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6gfVTnwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/DzuPp0FdQbY/s1600-h/Metallica_Simpsons_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6gfVTnwI/AAAAAAAAA0E/DzuPp0FdQbY/s320/Metallica_Simpsons_600.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377221547433107202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no not this kinda heavy metal..&lt;br /&gt;..but metals like MERCURY! CADMIUM! ARSENIC! and all those LOVABLE! metalloids you can find in a WHAT??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9DTAuylI/AAAAAAAAA00/f0XLf7zBB4Q/s1600-h/pd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9DTAuylI/AAAAAAAAA00/f0XLf7zBB4Q/s320/pd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377224344444258898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PERIODIC TABLE!! andandandand if that doesn't make you feel hyper enoughh! ARGHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp_IE_TFvoI/AAAAAAAAA08/Mq3LbPUZV8k/s1600-h/ejournals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp_IE_TFvoI/AAAAAAAAA08/Mq3LbPUZV8k/s320/ejournals.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377236468140195458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you can go read up ALL the cool E-JOURNALS (echoes)!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and after you're done deciphering and reading those HOT STUFFS, you can begin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6fiQrUFI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UFgIyFrFGKs/s1600-h/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6fiQrUFI/AAAAAAAAAz0/UFgIyFrFGKs/s320/IMG_2945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377221531039125586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EXACTLY!! and if you can't reach &lt;i&gt;ONETHOUSANDTHREEHUNDRED&lt;/i&gt; words which i highly doubt, you can repeat the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9DFAUS2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/Gyy-w91awd4/s1600-h/IMG_2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9DFAUS2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/Gyy-w91awd4/s320/IMG_2950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377224340684426082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;READING!! ARGH! and then you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9Cr4KyYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ItRIeK8bZ_k/s1600-h/IMG_2955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9Cr4KyYI/AAAAAAAAA0k/ItRIeK8bZ_k/s320/IMG_2955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377224333939362178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;READ AGAIN!! until you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9B_ZwQ8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/w_q6P1aoyHg/s1600-h/IMG_2956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9B_ZwQ8I/AAAAAAAAA0c/w_q6P1aoyHg/s320/IMG_2956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377224322000634818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOOOO!! you can't COMMIT SUCH A SIN (echoes)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6hC0-ZNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/G4aVdjvXgkM/s1600-h/IMG_2949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6hC0-ZNI/AAAAAAAAA0M/G4aVdjvXgkM/s320/IMG_2949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377221556961174738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;especially not on "THURSDAY NIGHT SPECIAL!!" so reCHARGE your energy with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9BdzD09I/AAAAAAAAA0U/mpKaCkNfbA8/s1600-h/coffeeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-9BdzD09I/AAAAAAAAA0U/mpKaCkNfbA8/s320/coffeeeee.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377224312979968978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no, coffees are for AMATEURSS.. what!? A-M-A-T-E-U-R-S! but reCHARGE yourself with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6gLDdzsI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Hro4BdPEEaQ/s1600-h/reddbulll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6gLDdzsI/AAAAAAAAAz8/Hro4BdPEEaQ/s320/reddbulll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377221541989568194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YESS!! mmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp_IFdiNSSI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DvzTUiYmu-Q/s1600-h/shoutingintomic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp_IFdiNSSI/AAAAAAAAA1E/DvzTUiYmu-Q/s320/shoutingintomic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377236476256667938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ARGH! handsome xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;in a seperate case (and more sober tone):&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise myself &lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt; to have anymore last minute "THURSDAY NIGHT SPECIAL!!" because she will call me mad after she reads this and i'll freaking diee the following die. &lt;----omg. see? i can't spel day correctly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;o.0&lt;/span&gt;  and i promise myself to read up for crazy assignments like this, and not leave it for a stressed filled frenzy hellofatime doing it the day before submission. &lt;b&gt;NEVER. DO. IT. AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;. unless of course, Monash forces me to do so &lt;i&gt;(which they don't because they care for you wan)&lt;/i&gt; HAH! &lt;s&gt;depending on how much you pay i guess.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you must be thinking where or how did i get the books from. got it from Monash's Library. picture this. guy walks in empty handed. walks out with FIVE freaking HEAVY books. NERD GILER SIAL. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why waste time to blog? jee i dunno. because i just wanted to destress before going clubbing with my assignments (all night longg). &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawwsh &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt; i promise not to repeat this anymore. suffering. tiring. and i need and want my sleeeep. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt; sigh. time to get started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;i've gotta feeling &lt;i&gt;(woohoooo!)&lt;/i&gt; that tonight's gonna be a good night!!&lt;i&gt; ohh goodnight lah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pp/s : drew if you're reading this. apply powerthirst enthusiasm to it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7013706624742912343?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7013706624742912343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7013706624742912343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7013706624742912343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7013706624742912343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/09/life-in-uni-tonights-gonna-be-good-good.html' title='Life in Uni : Tonight&apos;s Gonna be a Good, Good Night~'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/Sp-6fCVwMfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/9kE35mzP-CQ/s72-c/IMG_2942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-91570992948975553</id><published>2009-08-08T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T05:51:48.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats not to love about you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;today God tested my ice-cream hypothesis. its not that i had a really bad day or any of that sort, its just that i'm having a sick day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick meaning i have sore throat (and stuff that makes me think i've aH1N1). so yeahh, maybe its a bad day lah, but the point is.. even if it is a bad day, i can't have ice-cream cuz it'll make my day sicker. so woohoo God, point taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed today (saturday) was quite unusual for me. because i never had a free-er saturday than today. reason being i am sick lah. and because of that, i had to miss alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed morning prayer&lt;br /&gt;miss football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully i made it alive to 365 and worship practice earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;evening + night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missed andrew's farewell&lt;br /&gt;missed going to free tenji's japanese buffet (cousin's farewell)&lt;br /&gt;missed avinesh's farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. being sick isn't cool sometimes. altho now i've acquired a temporary sexy voice, i still would give that back for japanese food &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt; and yeah, to those ppl whose farewell i missed, i'm really sorry for not being able to make it! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i'm here blogging when yall are having a great time! sad child.. and yeah. thats my saturday so far. i shall go for dinner now alone and wallow in self pity and die. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well despite all this, altho my day might be sickly, i still think i had an awesome day! and the only reason for it is because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;..'this is the day that the Lord has made, we (i) WILL rejoice and be glad in it.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Psalms 118:24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; its more effective than my ice-cream theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-91570992948975553?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/91570992948975553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=91570992948975553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/91570992948975553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/91570992948975553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-not-to-love-about-you.html' title='whats not to love about you?'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-441242398416048475</id><published>2009-08-03T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T06:23:12.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 12 tribes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ignore the title of the youtube video. it has nothing to do with its content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was just looking up david pawson in google, and found this video. yes the title made me curious, and so i watched it. turns out to be nothing as what the title suggested. give it a good listen! really really good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoIL4EA6fNk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VoIL4EA6fNk&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;he talks like a physicist! i really thought he was one.good stuff right? check out 3:23 for the anisotropic jewels. i'm sorry if the science part is a blur, he's just trying to say that in pure light condition, only the 12 jewels becomes extra colourful! whereas the others like diamonds and all don't. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Revelations 21 : 19-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the foundations of the wall of the city were adorned with all kinds of precious stones: the first foundation was jasper, the second sapphire, the third chalcedony, the fourth emerald, the fifth sardonyx, the sixth sardius, the seventh chrysolite, the eighth beryl, the ninth topaz, the tenth chrysoprase, the eleventh jacinth, and the twelfth amethyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i guess thats where the name &lt;i&gt;jacintha &lt;/i&gt;comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i just can't imagine anyone writing off what he just said as coincidence.&lt;i&gt; isn't it too much for one?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-441242398416048475?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/441242398416048475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=441242398416048475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/441242398416048475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/441242398416048475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/08/12-tribes.html' title='the 12 tribes'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-2625413841209192735</id><published>2009-07-28T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T09:18:03.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is your one thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;recently i've been struggling to keep my head afloat amidst the waves of life. and i think i've been thinking and focusing on everything that i shouldn't. i feel as though i'm being chained to negativity, because i can only go so far with that limited optimism. but yeah, life goes on for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happened to read 'the freedom in Christ' today. and i guess in a way, its a reminder of what i'm (we're) called to do anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love them anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do good anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty and frankness makes you vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be honest and frank anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest people with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest people with the smallest minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Think big anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People favour underdogs but follow only top dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fight for the underdogs anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Build anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People really need help, but may attack you if you help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Help people anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the world the best you've got and you'll get kicked in the teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Give the world the best you've got anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, here's something i picked up from pastor HS. whenever i'm faced with a day where everything just has to go wrong (in other words a bad day), i will go out and buy myself ice-cream. yes, ice-cream makes me happy, and it will serve as a reminder for me that still there is (at least) one good thing in every bad day; and of course that God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i'm extending an invitation to anybody or everybody that feels bit down lately, to join me for ice-cream session this coming 30th July at Baskin Robbins or wherever lah. i can provide transport as i'm classless on thursdays. and even if no one wants to go, i would still go and treat my self alone. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note,&lt;br /&gt;last weekend was kind of.. intriguing. a question was raised &lt;i&gt;"what is your one thing in life, that God has called you to do?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;i would really like to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-2625413841209192735?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/2625413841209192735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=2625413841209192735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2625413841209192735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2625413841209192735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-your-one-thing.html' title='what is your one thing.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-8934876144465729875</id><published>2009-07-13T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:14:38.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>john 16:33</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9w5Weg-Z2CQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9w5Weg-Z2CQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your mercy found me,&lt;br /&gt;Upon the broken road,&lt;br /&gt;And lifted me beyond my failing,&lt;br /&gt;Into Your glory,&lt;br /&gt;My sin and shame dissolved,&lt;br /&gt;And now forever Yours I'll stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love never to end,&lt;br /&gt;To call You more than Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Glorious friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I throw my life upon all that You are,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know You gave it all for me,&lt;br /&gt;And when all else fades,&lt;br /&gt;My soul will dance, with You,&lt;br /&gt;Where the love lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forever I will sing,&lt;br /&gt;Lord forever I will sing,&lt;br /&gt;Of how You gave Your life away,&lt;br /&gt;Just to save me, Lord You saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With You, where the love lasts forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation; but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-8934876144465729875?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/8934876144465729875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=8934876144465729875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8934876144465729875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8934876144465729875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/07/john-1633.html' title='john 16:33'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7163387960535734017</id><published>2009-07-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:58:26.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he'd do anything to see you smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GVKbhYrcGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GVKbhYrcGM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable, that's what you are&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable though near or far&lt;br /&gt;Like a song of love that clings to me&lt;br /&gt;How the thought of you does things to me&lt;br /&gt;Never before has someone been more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable in every way&lt;br /&gt;And forever more, that's how you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;That's why, darling, it's incredible&lt;br /&gt;That someone so unforgettable&lt;br /&gt;Thinks that I am unforgettable too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song never fails to make a bad day, better. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7163387960535734017?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7163387960535734017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7163387960535734017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7163387960535734017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7163387960535734017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/07/hed-do-anything-to-see-you-smile.html' title='he&apos;d do anything to see you smile'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6212305048921249449</id><published>2009-07-06T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:45:11.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;You crown the year with Your goodness,&lt;br /&gt;and Your paths drip with abundance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life/the world disappoints; but the Word reappoints.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6212305048921249449?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6212305048921249449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=6212305048921249449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6212305048921249449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6212305048921249449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-ive-been-looking-for.html' title='hope'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-929147731576475895</id><published>2009-06-19T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:37:01.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>number 44</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God only can help us as much as we allow Him to...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-929147731576475895?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/929147731576475895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=929147731576475895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/929147731576475895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/929147731576475895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/06/l4d-is-in-red.html' title='number 44'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5748782745174876980</id><published>2009-06-16T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:22:12.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ thai ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;weird things is at its peak of occurence nowadays. if not for you then at least to me. especially in MY toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i went in to do some toilet stuff, and then there was another baby roach running around. i think its the other one's sibling.. but oh well, it enjoyed the same of its other sibling if that were true. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;just that i made it quicker this time, using the same technique of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, i went to the same toilet a few hours later. switched on the light. look around. and while i did some small business &lt;strong&gt;*PIAK*&lt;/strong&gt; a lizard fell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no it did not fell on my.. or anywhere on me &lt;em&gt;(pls try not to be too imaginative). &lt;/em&gt;it piak-ed somewhere near me. i was staring at it and this lol thought came to my mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hey go pee on it!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i asked the lizard whether it wanted me to pee on it. talking bout weird. think its eating into me. anyways i didn't lah, what a sick thing to do. i just left it to find its own exit. and hope it doesn't crawl up to my butt the next time i close business deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does it only happen in my toilet. heh. i pray that this blessing would go to others as well. esp this one person that also lives in kk. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about lizards. here's something i found in youtube earlier today, and the conclusion i drew from it&lt;em&gt; (and a few other videos)&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;(are):&lt;/em&gt; thai people are creative. i like. enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlRqbghtS-o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XlRqbghtS-o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that &lt;em&gt;(oops too late haha)&lt;/em&gt;, if you're scared of lizards, this would prolly make things worse, or&lt;em&gt; (if you're an optimist)&lt;/em&gt; cure your fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a nice day. just remember never to look up with your mouth open. i've some other stories to tell, but i think today's share of weirdness. is. enough. having said that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thai ad coming soon! &lt;em&gt;(seriously hilarious!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-5748782745174876980?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/5748782745174876980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=5748782745174876980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5748782745174876980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5748782745174876980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/06/isafreegiftisnotearnedordeserved.html' title='i ♥ thai ads'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-1801854177390931743</id><published>2009-06-14T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:31:17.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i ♥ insect torture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;no its not my latest obsession. i think the sadistic attribute is in-built. i'll give you some cerita silam later. lemme tell you what i just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was doing big business in the toilet when i saw this baby roach running around at the corner. so to cure boredom, i took the.. what do you call this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babysproutnaturals.com/v/vspfiles/photos/SigmaSprayer-2T.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.babysproutnaturals.com/v/vspfiles/photos/SigmaSprayer-2T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think its called a sprayer. anyway. it wasn't any ordinary sprayer, the water comes out really powerful-ly wan. as in if i tried to wash my butt with the water coming out at that speed, i'll probably make it &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;bleed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; =/&lt;/span&gt; okay umm. so i used it and sprayed the roach lah. but there's a technique to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sprayed with very short intervals, didn't just tekan habis-habisan. but tekan. stop for half a sec. then tekan again. kept doing it for sometime. and so that roach was being tossed everywhere. then i decided to spray it in a way to see how high it could actually go up the wall lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways to cut the long story short. i poured listerine on it to see whether it'll die. apparently not. so i poured some goo-ish shower gel on it and left it. i think it should be dead by now. &lt;em&gt;*goes to check*&lt;/em&gt; yup it drowned in shower gel hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i dunno why, but i really find some happiness in killing insects. or rather torturing them to death. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. so thats for today. i'll just give one more sadistic approach that i commonly use when i was about 12 years old. my old house where i used to live in then has a backalley plagued by cats. and so everynight i can hear them either making love or giving birth or fighting. so one evening, i went to the backyard of my house &lt;em&gt;(facing that cat-plagued backalley)&lt;/em&gt; with a cup of water.. from the termostat. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; and there was this cat sleeping nicely by the stone steps leading to the fence. so i went and just poured that cup of just-boiled water on it. and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in my life i saw a cat &lt;strong&gt;jumped without using its limbs!!&lt;/strong&gt; its body became like a spring and it leaped sideward instantly and started running.. and if you think this is violent, i've more to tell. but not about me lah, this is my most sadistic one so far. other than asking my fren to roll over a cat's corpse. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. i guess i should lose some cat-lover frens by now d. but anyway, &lt;strong&gt;i've repented of my sins&lt;/strong&gt;. and have moved on to play with insects now. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to wrap this post up, i'll just tell you about my dream. was taking a nap in the evening, woke up with my heart beating really hard and i couldn't sleep after that. here's what happened. in the 1st dream, i dreamt that one of my friends.. pearly died. and suddenly her friends and i had to live the reality of it. we went to her house and there was no pearly anymore.. and the cause of death was smt to do with either darlie or colgate toothpaste &lt;em&gt;(wth right?).&lt;/em&gt; i felt so emo even in the dream heh. anyways, i pray that all these will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; become a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly the dream changed.. there were 4 people involved. paul, pearly, abel and myself. what happened was that we were all seated next to a roof LOL. let the logic sink in 1st. okay? okay, and its something like this lah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SjUxOjuyR_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/d4ygmrIcQ4Y/s1600-h/dreampic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347234258751735794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SjUxOjuyR_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/d4ygmrIcQ4Y/s320/dreampic1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the building on the right and left was about 4 storeys high. and that freak chair is supported by abt 10 long bamboos protruding from the ground. and there were 4 chairs. paul, pearly and abel were seated on them. paul was trying to be calm. pearly was tensioning like crazy cuz her chair was wobbly. and abel.. oh abel. abel was having fun. he was like&lt;strong&gt; enjoying every moment of it&lt;/strong&gt;. he bend his bamboo-ed chair all the way towards the other building &lt;em&gt;(green = scaffoldings)&lt;/em&gt; on top of the scaffoldings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he said:&lt;em&gt; "c'mon guys, try to do this. it won't break."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SjUxOqMAjYI/AAAAAAAAAzc/wud8Lgs2VlE/s1600-h/dreampic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347234260484918658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SjUxOqMAjYI/AAAAAAAAAzc/wud8Lgs2VlE/s320/dreampic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously guys, for the life of me i have no idea what kind of stupid dream that was? i need a joseph/daniel to interpret it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, what happened next was this. in that dream, i was suddenly hanging on the roof at the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;red circle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(i've like no idea what happened to my chair),&lt;/em&gt; holding on to dear life &lt;em&gt;(or so i &lt;s&gt;thought&lt;/s&gt;dreamt)&lt;/em&gt;. i did everything i could to get to safety, but to no avail. i looked down and saw that if i &lt;strong&gt;fell = mati absolute&lt;/strong&gt;. so to cut the long dream short, i fell and.. died &lt;em&gt;(and the cats and cat-lovers go YES!)&lt;/em&gt;. and woke up with my hands and legs all feeling numb. i kid you not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so that concludes my blogging for today. dream interpreters pls step up and interpret my dream. as a reward, i'll offer you a position as prime minister over my room &lt;em&gt;(so you can clean it up for me). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;aren't my dreams morbid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day : &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;fire power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-1801854177390931743?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/1801854177390931743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=1801854177390931743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1801854177390931743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1801854177390931743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-insect-torture.html' title='i ♥ insect torture'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SjUxOjuyR_I/AAAAAAAAAzU/d4ygmrIcQ4Y/s72-c/dreampic1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4148913907893533784</id><published>2009-06-10T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:18:13.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ten shekels and a shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x28SNNWPTxM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x28SNNWPTxM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;thought it was really inspiring. and the issues he addressed really helped me see what true christianity really is. however this video is just but a summary. the whole sermon is about 52 minutes long lol. its at youtube, search for paris reidhead - ten shekels and a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really really good stuff. listen up the whole sermon there if you've time, you won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4148913907893533784?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4148913907893533784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4148913907893533784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4148913907893533784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4148913907893533784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/06/ten-shekels-and-shirt.html' title='ten shekels and a shirt'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7706224828622550651</id><published>2009-05-29T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:04:21.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i told you so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is 'the another night' where i find myself looking at the bed.. thinking to myself how nice sleeping is.. and how i wish i could get some of that nice juicy sleep =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a temptation to have a bed in front/behind/beside you when you work lah. so the best way is to work on top of the bed =D which usually result in me dozing off anyway. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. smt lol happened just now. was taking my shower. so, i shower shower shower lah. then there was a lizard on the ceiling right on top of me. and i found myself telling it "if you fall on me, i'm gonna kill you.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it went away haha. or so i thought lah. i was washing my hair when i felt i stepped on smt soft. looked down. guess what. i stepped on the freaking lizard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few things that came to my mind when that happened. one was, if la i get married next time, and my wife happen have the same encounter, i dunno whether to laugh or to help her.. if wanna help also how to help? imagine your wife screaming at the shower and all lol. and you go in panicking just to find a lizard running for its life. or worse. your husband! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing is smt about crushing the serpent under foot and it will bruise my heel. its smwhere in the bible lah.. lol anyways, i didn't do it the biblical way. too messy. and i can't imagine smashing the lizard underfoot lah with its goo all over my leg and my bathroom tiles. you imagine for me lah.. so yeah.. gravity is growing stronger nowadays, beware tall people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : kay lah. the lizzie didn't die. i just kicked it aside. without breaking off any of its parts. and it escaped and live happily ever after.. eating flies and mosquitoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7706224828622550651?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7706224828622550651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7706224828622550651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7706224828622550651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7706224828622550651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-told-you-so.html' title='i told you so'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7848225176606401927</id><published>2009-05-17T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T01:51:58.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Validation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its a cool video. ita just 15 minutes long, but i guess its worth it. watch it if you've time. because you are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Cbk980jV7Ao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope this warms your heart. and know that you... are great, you have an amazing face, did anyone ever tell you that? and someday, people are gonna love you for what you are. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; encouragement really do wonders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7848225176606401927?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7848225176606401927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7848225176606401927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7848225176606401927'/><link 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this while, either because of ignorance or because i want to do everything fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes. i guess during these few months i've certainly learned alot. in a way its like slowing down. taking a pause to observe the world. i realize that people, are actually quite lonely on the inside. altho they may have lots of company outside (i'm sure you guys have heard this before), but really, when not around people, they're lonely on the inside. even around people you can be lonely, no? you may feel companionship, but it doesn't really satisfy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've known some friends, they go watch movies alone. i guess people nowadays would say things like 'sad person' or the stuff like that. i'm also guilty i guess. there was a question i had to answer recently: are you fine being alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;initially i thought, of course i'm fine. i like being home alone. but let me rephrase the question, are you fine going to the movies alone? are you fine going to shop alone in a huge shopping mall? are you fine having a meal outside just by yourself? etc. well, i'm not. so much for thinking that i like being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i realized. in as much as there are pros in having company around you, i think there's something we can all learn in being lonely. by lonely i mean - just you, and God. because i believe with all thats going on in this world now, people are all so busy doing their own things, hanging out with frens and all, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that they left God out. Hence i think that God is actually quite lonely lorh. and thats why i feel that a lonely person may find it easier to truly discover God in a way greater than those who aren't. its like, in this aspect of loneliness, the more we give our time to be spent with God (in physical loneliness), that we're actually having a more fulfilling communion than with our many frens. and i guess thats what i really desire more now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the more i lose myself in this area, the more i want to lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know what? i really don't know how to explain this, but its just something i felt throughout these months. that through the lonely times, i actually feel satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not good with describing how i feel. and i guess i'm blogging this as a memo for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-8595103747373910793?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/8595103747373910793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=8595103747373910793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8595103747373910793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8595103747373910793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/05/art-of-losing-myself.html' title='the art of losing myself'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4571539314567190986</id><published>2009-04-21T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:02:03.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>that was quite a show</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i find that everytime i come to this page (editing page), i begin to think whether is it necessary to blog anymore. i'm reminded that the only reason i blogged was because of certain motivations then. and now, as those motivations are gone, i'm beginning to lose interest in blogging. or even maintaining a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have no idea how many posts i left unwritten. many were started with passion and inspiration, but halfway thru i'll just save it and leave it. they were always left unfinished because i always think they aren't reading-worthy-material. hence, i actually find no need of telling my piece of mind on blogs. cause i want them to mean something more i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason i'm blogging right now is because this blog reminds me of the me i was, that made the me now. hence i'm talking to myself now to give a second chance to this blog instead of just do euthanasia. i think thats how you phrase that word. think. i miss my old blog lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes, i is giving my blog a second chance to hit fame haha. tell the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having said that, i think that blogging (to me lah) is for me to understand myself more, but for you to know that i exist lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4571539314567190986?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4571539314567190986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4571539314567190986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4571539314567190986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4571539314567190986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/04/curtains-finally-closing.html' title='that was quite a show'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4024238527377166029</id><published>2009-03-27T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:07:39.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lifesong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;steadfast love of the Lord never ceases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;His mercies never come to an end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are &lt;em&gt;new every morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness&lt;/em&gt;, O Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i found mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4024238527377166029?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4024238527377166029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4024238527377166029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4024238527377166029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4024238527377166029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/03/calm-down-deep-breaths-and-get-yourself.html' title='lifesong'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6124815707804311132</id><published>2009-02-09T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:51:52.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>see it for yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't have to tell me i neglected my blog. it usually happens when i'm 'addicted' to something new. hence the no time to update excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah. no updates for now thanks to cousin xing. and making me addicted to dominion. again. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6124815707804311132?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6124815707804311132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-2371983751245656326</id><published>2009-01-13T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:38:44.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes A Malaysian A Malaysian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay. before i start, just want to announce that my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;update on vietnam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be coming soon. and its gonna be a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; one. and after you finish reading it, you'll be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt; your parents to go vietnam &lt;s&gt;with me&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. back to the topic. received an e-mail. had a good laugh. so share loh. nah, read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; You can name all the players from the the English Premier League, but ask you to name one football player from Malaysia , one name also cannot come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;edit:&lt;/span&gt; i know shebby! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; When StreamyX come, you complain StreamyX too slow. When Maxis Broadband come, you complain Maxis Broadband always disconnects. When WiMax come, you complain Wimax too expensive. In the end, you say StreamyX still the best lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;edit:&lt;/span&gt; they complain in circles to reach square one.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt; =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; When toll price increase, you complain. When petrol price increase, you complain. When you go Starbucks buy RM10 coffee, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;NO COMPLAINTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; When you cannot find parking in a shopping mall and have to walk very far, you complain. When you go inside the shopping mall and there's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SALE&lt;/span&gt;, run from one end of 1Utama to the other also &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;NO COMPLAINTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;sexist edit:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;girls lah!&lt;/span&gt; most guys don't have this problem wan. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; You are always late. And the excuse you give when you're late is always either:&lt;br /&gt;(a) traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;(b) no transport&lt;br /&gt;(c) cannot find parking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; You have a parent who force you to take &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;science stream&lt;/span&gt; in high school, study &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;engineering&lt;/span&gt; in Uni, then when you graduate, they ask you to forget everything you learnt in Uni and do &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;commerce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You know someone who can specially develop an angmoh accent when speaking to a American / British / Australian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;edit:&lt;/span&gt; so darn true!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;JAPANESE ACCENT ALSO GOT WTH.&lt;/span&gt; better still, thru the phone!! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;@.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; You complain against the government in kopitiam, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;you talk loud loud&lt;/span&gt;. Leave anonymous comments on blogs, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;you also talk loud loud&lt;/span&gt;. Attend ceremah by DAP, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;you shout loud loud&lt;/span&gt;. Then when Opposition organise a protest and ask you to go,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; you dun wan&lt;/span&gt;. Scared later kena tangkap by ISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; Every year on the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; 30th April&lt;/span&gt;, you are one of the people below queueing up last minute to submit your tax return at the IRB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; When you pay &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RM10&lt;/span&gt; for something that costs &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;RM1&lt;/span&gt;, you blame the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; When a government service is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;too slow&lt;/span&gt;, you blame the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Malays&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; When a building is not good and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;collapsed&lt;/span&gt;, you blame the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; When a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; student won a scholarship, you say '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wah! Very clever hor?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; When a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Malay &lt;/span&gt;student won a scholarship, you say '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Aiya! Of course lah! He Malay mah!&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; When an angmoh stranger kiss you on the cheek to say hello, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;you very happy&lt;/span&gt;. When a Malaysian guy kiss you on the cheek to say hello,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; you slap him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. i've no intention on causing &lt;em&gt;racial tension&lt;/em&gt; by posting this up, its all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; for laughs&lt;/strong&gt;, and its quite true &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(some of them)&lt;/span&gt;. so yeah, hope i don't end up in ISA for &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt; reasons like this. did i say &lt;em&gt;stupid&lt;/em&gt;? okay. done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; despite all the shitty comments i hear about m'sia, &lt;strong&gt;i'm still proud to be a malaysian!&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; insya-allah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(it means God-willing)&lt;/span&gt;, i would want to make here, a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-2371983751245656326?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/2371983751245656326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=2371983751245656326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2371983751245656326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2371983751245656326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-makes-malaysian-malaysian.html' title='What Makes A Malaysian A Malaysian'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-3139662711905147206</id><published>2008-12-25T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:35:01.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas and boxing day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I sneak out to the garden to see you&lt;br /&gt;We keep quiet cause we're dead if they knew&lt;br /&gt;So close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Escape this town for a little while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our prime minister visited my church today. was a cool experience although i couldn't shake his hand. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(kinda lazy to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SVPoZQPpiGI/AAAAAAAAAwA/IMuV3w66urM/s1600-h/pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283822308390701154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SVPoZQPpiGI/AAAAAAAAAwA/IMuV3w66urM/s400/pm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;PM giving his speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm lazy to type what i think and feel about christmas and the pm and all. basically its just like an ordinary day for me lah. apart from the pm's visitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i think)&lt;/span&gt;the best part of this year's christmas is actually just playing ps in daniel's house, the way we play winning eleven is totally hilarious. van der sar played &lt;em&gt;striker&lt;/em&gt;, and scored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;boxing day - 26th dec.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know what boxing day commemorates, but i just know its on the 26th of december. according to sam, he says richard says that its a day where &lt;em&gt;people exchange boxers&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the ones you wear)&lt;/span&gt;. lol. and i thought it was a day to commemorate some famous boxers &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(people who box)&lt;/span&gt;. so i wiki-ed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wiki says boxing day &lt;strong&gt;is based on the tradition of giving gifts to the less fortunate members of society. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, guess sam was partially correct. giving boxers as gift still counts i guess. lazy to tell more about the history of boxing day, go wiki it lah. just one cool fact about boxing day, technically, it &lt;em&gt;cannot be&lt;/em&gt; on a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. lazy d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romeo save me, they're tryin' to tell me how to feel&lt;br /&gt;This love is difficult, but it's real!&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it out of this mess&lt;br /&gt;It's a love story baby just say yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i know the stanzas sounds&lt;em&gt; mushy and all&lt;/em&gt;, but it kinda brings my mind back to those childhood days where the perception of love was so innocent, and pure. it painted quite a nice picture in my head lah haha. guess we're all kids somewhere inside us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-3139662711905147206?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/3139662711905147206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=3139662711905147206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3139662711905147206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3139662711905147206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-and-boxing-day.html' title='merry christmas and boxing day.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SVPoZQPpiGI/AAAAAAAAAwA/IMuV3w66urM/s72-c/pm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-8997405203025435457</id><published>2008-12-17T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:28:39.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>can you feel the love tonight (tonight)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;was it &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt;. i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;strong&gt;SAM results are OUT!&lt;/strong&gt; but, only the softcopy available &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; that means i can only view my results online. which i'm restricting myself to in order to not potong the suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats why i'm awake. and every now and then, tempted to go to that website and view my results. one thing good about that webste is everyone's resuts are discreet, so that only they can view it for themselves. thank God. if not, about a hundred people would start calling me up and go like:&lt;em&gt; ''eh you got **************** lah."&lt;/em&gt; i even hate the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this friday is &lt;strong&gt;myHope.&lt;/strong&gt; this friday is also the &lt;em&gt;collecting results day&lt;/em&gt;. this friday is definitely gonna be a long day. so yeah. God have mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, lets not talk about results. lets talk about mamak. i think mamak workers need to do a few things. let me try to describe without using pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they need to shave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they need to go for 'how to hear with clarity' course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they need to smile, you know? &lt;em&gt;like this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SUlDQaExfCI/AAAAAAAAAvY/EzFAc1EbG-E/s1600-h/HAHAHAHAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280825987224927266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SUlDQaExfCI/AAAAAAAAAvY/EzFAc1EbG-E/s400/HAHAHAHAHA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sry, i needed a pic for this &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;imagine being approached by a waiter like this one above, crap. i don't know about you, but i don't feel like telling my orders to someone whose face says: &lt;em&gt;"slap my face, you know i need one."&lt;/em&gt; kay lah. bit too much there. but i'll &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREAK&lt;/strong&gt; lah&lt;/em&gt; if someone like that approaches me to take my order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"s'cuse me sir hehe.. may i take your order *THAT smile* hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, urghh. yes they need to shave. why? so that their facial hair won't find its way to my mouth. and for those who have ear hair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(SAM students, its not mr munin okay. oops.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; its good to shave that part so they can hear properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, and they need to attend the &lt;em&gt;'how to hear with clarity'&lt;/em&gt; course. this is to prevent occasions like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;scenario 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uncle:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;*smooching sound*&lt;/em&gt; mee goreng mamak satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**5 minutes+ later**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiter comes with a plate of nasi goreng mamak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;uncle:&lt;/span&gt; ini mee goreng mamak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;scenario 2 part 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;boy:&lt;/span&gt; teh o' limau panas satu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**awhile later**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;waiter comes with teh o' ais limau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;boy:&lt;/span&gt; err. nvm. *drinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not so bad. he just didn't get the panas part. its okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;scenario 2 part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;boy:&lt;/span&gt; teh o' ais satu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**awhile**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiter comes with teh ais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first he forgot the panas. then, he f_rg_t the o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so far, the best was still this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Scenario 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;uncles:&lt;/span&gt; sirap limau ais satu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**took a long time**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiter comes with wet kuay tiau hahahaha. how did it happen? God knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all these took place in Tanjung. or rather, Mamak Bistro. at &lt;strong&gt;USJ 9&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SS14&lt;/strong&gt;. so yeah, be warned lah. so you don't have to be surprise when your maggi goreng turns into susu ais, &lt;em&gt;just act surprised.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about waiters, i reckon its an occupation that &lt;em&gt;nurtures patience&lt;/em&gt;. i was once a waiter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at&lt;strong&gt; TGIF&lt;/strong&gt;. they pay good &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; and its &lt;strong&gt;NEVER boring there&lt;/strong&gt;. also, you'll get to see all types of customers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;customers who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;'knows it all.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mocha is pronounced as &lt;em&gt;'moh chah'&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;are plain &lt;strong&gt;stupid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;treat waiters like&lt;em&gt; dogs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wants something OUT OF the menu. simplified as &lt;strong&gt;VS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not vern sheng, but&lt;strong&gt; VERY STUPID&lt;/strong&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tip well &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are stingy like wth. one cent not spared kinda stingy.&lt;br /&gt;have sex in restroom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(wth right?)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't ask me how. lazy.&lt;br /&gt;insist to have something their way, and blames the waiters when it sucks. &lt;strong&gt;(VVS)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wants EVERYTHING that is free.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(even kids meal HAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kay. the list is never ending and redundant. so yeah. but one of the funniest thing working there is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Zach.&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;em&gt;schoolmate/co-worker/futsal kaki.&lt;/em&gt; why? he's easily pissed. and to deal with those customers listed above was like well... you get the point. but he tries his best to keep his cool in front of customers. but when he goes into the kitchen. its a different story lol. the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;way he curses the customers really makes me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"i ask my dad buy over your company and fire you.."&lt;br /&gt;"use your.... to stir your own soup lah!"&lt;br /&gt;"you think you got money then very big ah?..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1st line above comes next)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. i miss those times. anyway, in a totally seperate incident, where i used to attend &lt;strong&gt;KCC,&lt;/strong&gt; terence, jacob and i where having our dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Steven's Corner&lt;/strong&gt;. and we disliked a waiter there who always likes to upsale without permission. and so.. we decided to kacau him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Terence:&lt;/span&gt; bang, give me one teh ais panas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jacob :&lt;/span&gt; watermelon lassi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;waiter :&lt;/span&gt; don't have watermelon lassi, only got mango lassi. boss what is this lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jacob :&lt;/span&gt; watermelon juice without water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i forgot what did i told him*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laughed like wth lah. and the waiter wasn't that happy, and started scolding us bit lah. then terence fired him back, saying smt like &lt;em&gt;'oh you not happy with us now lah, i tell your manager.'&lt;/em&gt; those were good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i know what to say to pms waiters now. some examples would be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;milo panas. kurang ais.&lt;br /&gt;kopi susu kurang manis tambah gula.&lt;br /&gt;telur s'tengah goreng.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't recommend you to use it unless the situation calls for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think i've talked enough. shall stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-8997405203025435457?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/8997405203025435457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=8997405203025435457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8997405203025435457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8997405203025435457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-feel-love-tonight-tonight.html' title='can you feel the love tonight (tonight)'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SUlDQaExfCI/AAAAAAAAAvY/EzFAc1EbG-E/s72-c/HAHAHAHAHA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5571070573743609271</id><published>2008-12-15T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:36:50.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>same tag again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. What is your current obsession?&lt;br /&gt;RISK. yeah, that board game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Will you ever turn vegan?&lt;br /&gt;its like asking me will i ever turn gay. don't answer that. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Who is more important to you? friends/boy/girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;among those selection, i guess it would be girl friend? no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you ever thought of getting married?&lt;br /&gt;i've declared celibacy until i get married. so err, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;what kind of stupid question is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How many babies do you want?&lt;br /&gt;depends on wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;good results for SAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;stupid question. pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What feeling do you love most?&lt;br /&gt;i agree with lindley : "That &lt;s&gt;warm&lt;/s&gt; feeling you get after knowing you made someone's day &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What's under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Boxes. Ball. one smashed roach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is there anything you want to tell people who hate you?&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What does flying mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;i love you. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(love answers everything. even the question below.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who do you love?&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who do you think is hotter? edward cullen or jacob black?&lt;br /&gt;stupid question. pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. List what you like most about the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;wahlao. lindley! you were waiting for this right? kay lah. i like her... laughter&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What would you really like to do right now?&lt;br /&gt;play RISK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What will you become in the next 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;a someone for God. fuhh.. holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How to find the right partner?&lt;br /&gt;don't look left la. look up for the answer lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wishing for right NOW?&lt;br /&gt;more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like manga and anime?&lt;br /&gt;yeah i love mango and animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like stupid tags like this?&lt;br /&gt;no. but i'm bothered enough to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remove one question from above and add in your personal question. Make a total of 20 questions and tag 8 people. List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-5571070573743609271?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/5571070573743609271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=5571070573743609271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5571070573743609271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5571070573743609271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/12/same-tag-again.html' title='same tag again.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5642362423327121508</id><published>2008-12-02T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:17:43.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so its with everything i am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KUALA LUMPUR: Many Malaysian medical students overseas who take examinations in a foreign language suffer from depression when they return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physicians for Peace and Social Responsibility (PPSR) vice-president Datuk Dr Abdul Hamid Abdul Kadir said that large numbers of young Malaysians were being trained in foreign medical schools in Indonesia, Russia, India, Poland, Britain and the Republic of Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a forum on Saturday organised by the PPSR, it was highlighted that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;at least five such houseman are found to suffer from mental illnesses every month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These countries have varied systems of medical training and different types of patient care, based on the emphasis of the country. As a result, many of the students who go there undergo a culture shock,” said Dr Abdul Ha&amp;shy;&amp;shy;mid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Coming from different universities, backgrounds and experiences, they have difficulty relating and working, especially the weaker students,” he said, adding that there had been a sudden sprouting of many public and private medical schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the schools have increased, however, the number of teaching hospitals have not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Abdul Hamid said that although there was an increasing demand for doctors, the standards and quality of patient care should not be compromised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These are the major concerns which the country’s healthcare and medical educational planners have to constantly bear in mind so that the value systems governing the training of our doctors are never lost sight of in the short term and the long term.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by M. KRISHNAMOORTHY (The Star Newspaper 2008)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this particular article interest me. especially this finding "&lt;em&gt;it was highlighted that at least five such houseman are found to suffer from mental illnesses every month." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think culture shock alone cause them to suffer from depression. so let me be abit bias for minority's sake today. i think that students sometimes don't have the freedom to decide what they want to study. and one of the reasons why is because their parents 'decided' what's best for them. afterall, mum and dad &lt;em&gt;KNOWS&lt;/em&gt; best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the traditional chinese and indian parents &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(usually)&lt;/span&gt; would be the ones to dictate their child's future. one classic example would be deciding what course their child should take. &lt;em&gt;e.g. parents insist that their child pursue medicine. &lt;strong&gt;full stop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i even know of a friend whose parents refuse to pay for his education unless he studies pharmacy, and that friend of mine is talented in humanities. i just don't get parents sometimes. do they want to see an epic fail and then ask &lt;em&gt;whats the problem?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a racist. but conincidentialy, indians have this mentality also. some tanner friends of mine don't have the freedom to study what they are good/interested in. but because of their parents insistency or 'pride', they are forced to study what they don't want to. for instance, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(let me use schoolboy's language)&lt;/span&gt; if a student apparently &lt;strong&gt;SUCKS&lt;/strong&gt; in science subjects, why force'em to study to become a doctor when the results are telling you otherwise? some parents just don't understand. but we can't blame them also lah &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i guess its their brought up)&lt;/span&gt;. its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually its the chinese and indians who kena all this lah. i feel for you all. well, look on the bright side, when you study for something that you suck in, fact says that you might not do so well, and then get depressed and all. and the stats highlight that 5 people per month goes cuckoo only wurt. what are the odds. don't get me wrong. i'm not saying that this issue is the sole contributor to depression for medical students. but i think that there's a high chance lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the reason i'm typing so much about this is because i can't help but feel annoyed over this issue. i mean, everybody wants a life of their own, and i think its safe to say that parents need to know that education is not only in their control, but their children's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm done venting. i wish whoever thats gonna pursue medicine or whatever your parents 'ask' you to the very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go, here's something that i find quite amusing. i heard from a particular lecturer that one of her students that is really good in science related stuff &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(usually scores high A)&lt;/span&gt;, applied to some prestigious uni overseas &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(then what? m'sia?)&lt;/span&gt; to study humanities. i find it funny that people who are good in something wants to study something which they might not be good in. and vice versa. oh world, you are one funny place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; if you went through all i've written above, i salute you. for one, you've patience. secondly, you don't mind reading crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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am'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-2743005481367064497</id><published>2008-11-27T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T09:12:37.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think people needs to know or feel alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a general statement. i don't wish to elaborate more. okay, just a short update on what is and will be happening. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't bother to correct my english, i'm malaysian darnit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this week has been quite unproductive. i've been sleeping like a pig until the afternoon, that means i get to see less of sunlight than nightlight. yeah. so there goes my plan to sleep early wake up early. for a specific reason&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than some camp worship practice and dance practice, i've absolutely nothing to do. therefore i feel quite useless wan. so i've decided to start going jogging everymorning, since the weather in the morning here is like genting. cool. &lt;em&gt;syok. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kays. my life now is just plain &lt;strong&gt;boring &lt;/strong&gt;lah. so dont ask me hows life after SAM. i'll tell you smt stupid like i miss the stress. sigh. in the coming weeks, its gonna be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MOST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;busiest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(haha most and busiest are redundant.)&lt;/span&gt; time of the year. december has never been a relaxing month for me. this is my awesome&lt;s&gt;possum&lt;/s&gt; theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as you grow &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, december grows&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;busier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it. being a kiddo, december just means&lt;em&gt; PRESENTS!!&lt;/em&gt; but as you grow older, your &lt;em&gt;no. of presents&lt;/em&gt; decrease. hence, your happiness decrease. and instead of enjoying december, you end up being caught up in business. &lt;em&gt;or busy-ness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SS7UcRe5RUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/HGYvslp4Ed0/s1600-h/xmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273385795891840322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SS7UcRe5RUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/HGYvslp4Ed0/s400/xmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;the overrated xmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i'm not complaining that its bad. but despite all the commitments, i&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; the month of december. its busy-ness and all. lemme enlighten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 7-10 youth camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Dec 18 SAM results!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 19 &amp;amp; 21 My Hope&lt;br /&gt;Dec 22 Christmas Dinner&lt;br /&gt;Dec 25 Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Dec 27 boyfren's bfday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm gonna do a suicidal move now. i'm leaving to Vietnam on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and that means &lt;strong&gt;i'm unable to celebrate my bf's b'day&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;gg.com.myomgwthbbqwahlaoehdie. &lt;/em&gt;very nice. i'll be &lt;s&gt;black&lt;/s&gt; back on the &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;11th jan '09&lt;/span&gt;. yes, i'll not be celebrating new year in m'sia. for a change in Vietnam. where i can fire as many fireworks i want. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i think its legal. i think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i'm extremely broke now. i have an expired&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; RM126&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cheque with me. its expired because of &lt;em&gt;my stupidity&lt;/em&gt;. don't ask. and plus the month of december is not cheap. consider the dates mentioned above, lemme do a cost breakdown on each of'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 7-10 RM 140&lt;br /&gt;Dec 18 -&lt;br /&gt;Dec 19 &amp;amp; 21 RM 10&lt;br /&gt;Dec 22 RM 30&lt;br /&gt;Dec 25 RM50 &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 27 RM&lt;em&gt;(private)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you add them up and get the grand total of&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; RM230&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. minimum. and if i deduct that amount from my cheque, i still have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;RM104&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to beg from my parents lol. but thank God the Vietnam trip is sponsored by my aunt lah&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. i guess this pretty sums up my month of&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; December&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;em&gt;b'day &lt;/em&gt;falls on the &lt;em&gt;first day&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CNY '09&lt;/span&gt;. less cash for me i guess. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-2743005481367064497?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/2743005481367064497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=2743005481367064497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2743005481367064497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2743005481367064497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think.html' title='i think'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SS7UcRe5RUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/HGYvslp4Ed0/s72-c/xmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-9178596597642317029</id><published>2008-11-23T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:30:09.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there will be a day where..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;there will be a day where you'll see no cars on highways in the broad daylight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be a day where you'll pick up phones, and find no tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be a day where you'll find no access to every dotcoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be a day where you'll find no truth in newspapers. or even newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be a day where you'll see the sky lose its colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be a day where you'll see the capability of desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days where you'll find that money would no longer carry value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days where you'll see the morality of humanity fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days where you'll hear of nation rising against nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days where you'll hear of ruomors of wars, of pestilences, of famines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days where you'll find anywhere under the sky is out of bounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days where you'll hear people saying "hell on earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where safety no longer exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where peace is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where hope vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where love ceased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;there will be a day where you'll think about this post. and realize you made a decision. to ignore. to laugh. to say &lt;em&gt;'eeyer, why so dramatic.'&lt;/em&gt; whatever, we all know that the world is heading towards worse than better. so i don't feel wrong, or too early in saying that we're in for some&lt;em&gt; 'interesting'&lt;/em&gt; time soon. but here i am curious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you could, what would you do to prepare yourself for that day where everything fails.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(unless if you think you would be dead by then)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;what would you do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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where..'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5961518025216441224</id><published>2008-11-18T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:12:31.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the more i see the less i know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've so much to update about that i don't feel like updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, drew would be updating bout me shopping. thanks to &lt;em&gt;munyee&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, i've no privacy shopping at the cost of their &lt;em&gt;'fashion advice'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i feel violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i've been feeling really moneyless and unproductive lately. my &lt;strong&gt;RM126&lt;/strong&gt; cheque got expired lol. because i enjoy seeing the figure so much that i refuse to convert it for use. so now i've to go to the Star's main office account's department to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i deleted paint a few months ago from this com. and it strikes me now how awesomely inconvinient it is to live life without it. can't edit screenshots no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end this post, &lt;strong&gt;this guy&lt;/strong&gt; from liverpool would like to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SSMR38xP-UI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9Y8VJlLcrKA/s1600-h/DONEJethroJohnson-9450.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270075641856784706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SSMR38xP-UI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9Y8VJlLcrKA/s400/DONEJethroJohnson-9450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;he's got THE perpetual&lt;em&gt; 'give me one tight slap face'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;even the &lt;strong&gt;referees &lt;/strong&gt;could not resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-5961518025216441224?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SSMR38xP-UI/AAAAAAAAAvI/9Y8VJlLcrKA/s72-c/DONEJethroJohnson-9450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-330494203353923913</id><published>2008-11-16T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T04:06:03.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing! sing! sing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yup. just found out that for&lt;strong&gt; ALL&lt;/strong&gt; sessions of camp. i'll be on duty. i'll either go back with a sore throat, or a really sexy voice like &lt;s&gt;i always do&lt;/s&gt; last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, effective today i'm no longer a probationary driver. that means,&lt;em&gt; bye bye&lt;/em&gt; to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SSADQWgRUeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rWyc7jJXkFM/s1600-h/psticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269215143477203426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SSADQWgRUeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rWyc7jJXkFM/s400/psticker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually thought that i wouldn't be able to find this image through google image. but then there was &lt;strong&gt;only O&lt;/strong&gt;NE blogger who actually took a picture of her &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p-sticker&lt;/span&gt;. so there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. exams are over. and i'm considering to get facebook or not. since they say i'm not happening if i don't have &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. sigh. how ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-330494203353923913?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/330494203353923913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=330494203353923913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/330494203353923913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/330494203353923913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/11/sing-sing-sing.html' title='sing! sing! sing!'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SSADQWgRUeI/AAAAAAAAAvA/rWyc7jJXkFM/s72-c/psticker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-1063226072779906469</id><published>2008-11-13T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:14:17.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dumbest thing ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;is to lose to a second division team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm abit doubtful on scolari now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;and i think for the first time, i'm upset and angry over this loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;football must be eating into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-1063226072779906469?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-40313545085001469</id><published>2008-11-11T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:52:27.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o-m-g! u-on-t-v! smt smt like a palm tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;in &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;half a day&lt;/strong&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would be getting my butt out of&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; D26-28&lt;/span&gt; with a huge smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the air would be a lil sweeter. head a lil &lt;em&gt;higher&lt;/em&gt;. feet a lil &lt;em&gt;lighter&lt;/em&gt;. smile a definte &lt;em&gt;wider&lt;/em&gt;. spirit a lil &lt;em&gt;brighter&lt;/em&gt;. and everything else a lil &lt;em&gt;'better'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i would comment on not only SAM this year, but life this year is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just like ytd that G7 met mr munin for the 1st time. ytd that jack ate the whole sauceplate of chilli padi just for a freaking ramly &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(kiahsu)&lt;/span&gt;. ytd that the security guard came and say: &lt;em&gt;"SAYA SUDAH TAU ITU AKAN JATUH".&lt;/em&gt; ytd that we teased &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kuharaj&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kaesha&lt;/span&gt;. sorry i beg to differ, we still do it as long as we see them. and ytd that we thought &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;joe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt; was&lt;em&gt; gay&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and still do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. back to studying for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the&lt;strong&gt; final&lt;/strong&gt; lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i notice that i keep &lt;em&gt;farting&lt;/em&gt; when i sat for all SACE papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-40313545085001469?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/40313545085001469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6803180394637761178</id><published>2008-11-08T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:03:25.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you were meant for me. and i was meant for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2 more papers to go. namely &lt;strong&gt;biology&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've a very weird feeling for bio. its called &lt;em&gt;can't wait to sit for it&lt;/em&gt; feeling. whereas for chemistry, i would just say as i did before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have no chemistry with chemistry.&lt;/em&gt; but hey, i guess an A might be in a really small range. dunno lah, see hows the paper 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, SAM is &lt;strong&gt;officially over.&lt;/strong&gt; and the exams would be officially done by &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;november 12th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i'm really looking forward to say i'm done studying for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i had a &lt;em&gt;really really REALLY&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;weird dream&lt;/span&gt; ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i really liked this girl. she was always wearing white. and i've never seen her before. and so we were Google Earthing. and for some weird reason AJ was there, and we were trying to show her some place actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing you know, me and that girl were in that place. was in a house. in daylight. tv was on. ceiling fan was spinning. an indian woman in her 60's sat at the couch. wearing white. and she was quite hostile. okay, this is gonna be the STUPIDEST part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the indian woman took a weapon out, and so did the girl i like. and they were fighting. and the girl i like won. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i think she kiled the indian woman wth.)&lt;/span&gt; but suddenly they were fighting again. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(@.@ i know, dam wth right?)&lt;/span&gt; and fight fight fight. the indian woman manage to badly wound the girl i like, umm lets just call her&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; girl A&lt;/span&gt; lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and so, th.. kay wait. before i continue, if you've a thing againts mutilation. i suggest you stop like here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, the indian woman &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHOPPED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; girl A's right hand off. i took a knife and threw at the indian woman. it impaled her arm. she sat at the couch and threw two knives at me, it missed. one on my right, the other on my left. then she threw that girl's mutilated hand to me. i was sad lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i took that mutilated hand &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(WTH i dunno i wth doing is)&lt;/span&gt;, i held it like how couples hold hands. and i walked towards that girl. and knelt beside her. holding that mutilated hand. and talked to her before she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the most freaking wth dream i ever had. seriously. and the weird thing is i can remember so vividly. of all things to recall. mutilation.&lt;em&gt; wth wth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. in a seperate dream. i dreamt abt &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;caeme&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt; pls don't ask me why. i dreamt that she was going for lunch in taiping along with &lt;em&gt;gideon &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; sam&lt;/em&gt;. before 365 today. or, yesterday rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dreams are fun lah. because they're dumb. illogical. yeah. but its always a possibility to put it to practice haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow agian, went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Arsenal against Manchester Utd&lt;/strong&gt; with sam, joel, gideon and &lt;em&gt;michelle&lt;/em&gt;!!! haha. me and mich were the only &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;anti MU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;fans&lt;/span&gt; there, she supported Arsenal lah. &lt;s&gt;cuz of fabregas&lt;/s&gt;. anyway, first 2 goals came from Nasri of Arsenal. &lt;strong&gt;we were overjoyed&lt;/strong&gt;. but then, towards the dying 5 minutes before 90, rafael da silva, the reserve who didn't even have his name on the substitution pop up thingy you see on tv scored. the goal was good. and then came the prospect of MU drawing. the atmosphere was more intensifying lah, mich was scared &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; and they added &lt;em&gt;6 minutes of injury time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SRXRAVy6QnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/c9qQf9-NLhM/s1600-h/nasri.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266345143060546162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SRXRAVy6QnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/c9qQf9-NLhM/s400/nasri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Samir Nasri.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and his retarded smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bottomline:&lt;/span&gt; Arsenal 2 - 1 Manchester Utd&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think that pretty much sums it all up.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt; i had fun laughing at sam. and gideon. and joel. shanker too thru sms. anyhow, i'll be wearing Arsenal jersey out for the 1st time in my life tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; plan to go out with me after 12th. i 'll make your time worth it. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6803180394637761178?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6803180394637761178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SRXRAVy6QnI/AAAAAAAAAu4/c9qQf9-NLhM/s72-c/nasri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7636963265881310949</id><published>2008-11-04T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:42:03.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ignore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just one more week left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel the exam mood anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7636963265881310949?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7872459315329860111</id><published>2008-10-27T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:00:59.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i waited till i saw the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Instructions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Remove 1 question from below and add in a personal question, make it a total of 19 questions. Then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. What are your nicknames?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;RT (pronounced 'are tee'), rion, ah lion ah (canto slang), tjwei (used to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. What is your most favourite thing to do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything. (and thats the problem wth me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. What kind of news do you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Star Newspaper, Occasionally Malaysiakini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;4. What would you give up in return to eat all you want in the world and not get fat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rubbish. as chin said, recycle mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;5. Do you believe you can survive without money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;unfortunately i don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family and close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying. (crap la, chin you always make me feel bad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If there's someone you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i tell my mum and dad i love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Are you contended with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. you typo lah question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Oh God, please let her be shorter than me&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone that has a heart for God, and isn't ashamed of showing it anywhere she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. What is the thing that will make you think he/she is bad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she's my other half already. nothing would make me think she's bad. (i've good judgement &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. If you had to eat one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll rather die then to settle for one. but since you asked, it would be carbonara spaghetti! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. If you had a choice to be rich or happy, which one would you pick?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually say both to bi-choiced questions. but aiyoh happy lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. If you have a chance, which part of your character would you like to change?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irresponsibility. indiscipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. How do you see yourself in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;slightly taller. working. but maybe dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. What is the thing you love about yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love everything about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. What is the type of song you like to listen to (music genre)?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft rock, rock, alternative rock, new age, and haha. oldies .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. What kind of supernatural powers you think you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll see in days to come lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Have you come to a place in your life where you know for certain that if you were to die today, you would go to heaven?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. (obviously this is my question which cannot be removed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag ah. err.&lt;em&gt; jack&lt;/em&gt; lah since he so loa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***********************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways. last friday, &lt;em&gt;24th October 2008&lt;/em&gt;. was the last day of class for SAM students. it was quite an emo day lah for most people. can see girls crying, hugging here and there. classes clogging up stairwells to have their final class picture. classes wearing same colour shirts. or formal (like us). we had pizza for the last time as a class, and i had the oppurtunity to comment for everyone in class publicly, and we sung graduaton song for the 1st and last time so imprompttu-ly as we send the our beloved lecturers off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we took a friggin lot of pictures. but the problem is, they're all at facebook. i don't have/want a facebook account now. so i don't have any photos. yay. here's something i think bout my class lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys all are really nice to hang out with. study with. whatever with. i know i've been such a bad class rep xD to yall, hope yall would forgive me haha. and to lindley, you've really been a good ass. you do EVERYTHING for me&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; -.-&lt;/span&gt; lol. maybe thats why i find being a class rep such a breeze. kay lah, i'll post an entry entirely just for you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pic i stole from chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SQXcXyoKyWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/__Mg1uqh2J4/s1600-h/G7lunchgang.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261854040937646434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SQXcXyoKyWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/__Mg1uqh2J4/s400/G7lunchgang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my lunch gang. we're missing a few others tho in this pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kay. off to physics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i'm line tapping from a connection called &lt;strong&gt;'DO NOT TAP'&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o.0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7872459315329860111?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7872459315329860111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7872459315329860111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7872459315329860111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7872459315329860111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-waited-till-i-saw-sun.html' title='i waited till i saw the sun'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SQXcXyoKyWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/__Mg1uqh2J4/s72-c/G7lunchgang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4883653711263531724</id><published>2008-10-19T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:11:14.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its just a game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my voice have been &lt;em&gt;pretty bad&lt;/em&gt; for the past few days. but right now, its low and sexy enough to sing lots of michael buble's songs haha. and of the songs i would definitely sing when &lt;em&gt;time stops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (as tmy says)&lt;/span&gt; would be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put your head on my shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms, baby&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze me oh so tight&lt;br /&gt;Show me that you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your lips next to mine, dear&lt;br /&gt;Won't you kiss me once, baby&lt;br /&gt;Just a kiss good-night&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you and I will fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that love's a game&lt;br /&gt;A game you just can't win.&lt;br /&gt;If there's a way&lt;br /&gt;I'll find it some day&lt;br /&gt;And then this fool will rush in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in my ear baby&lt;br /&gt;Words I want to hear tell me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in my ear baby&lt;br /&gt;Put your head on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; go hear the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4883653711263531724?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4883653711263531724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4883653711263531724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4883653711263531724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4883653711263531724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-just-game.html' title='its just a game'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6559324194749146953</id><published>2008-10-16T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T11:58:08.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you think you can play golf better than jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;let me clarify smething with you all. i'm not a golfer. and have&lt;em&gt; almost zero&lt;/em&gt; knowledge about golf. i just know some terms of golf like birdie, albatross and umm. i can't seem to remember what par means. yes thats how much i need to be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo thats not the matter, here's something i bet most of you won't know. but before i show you, lemme start with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thesis statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sorry, if you are a SAM student, you und lah&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this mordern era of teachnological advancement, nearly every aspect of life has improved tremendously. aspects ranging from communications to medical treatments and even to the extent where Malaysia has actually launched its kind to space &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(omg a breakthru).&lt;/span&gt; humans have indeed reached where really no man could ever think of a thousand years ago &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(or if in Malaysia, &lt;s&gt;2&lt;/s&gt; 1 year&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt; ago).&lt;/span&gt; One of the popular paradigm of technological advancement is gaming. or rather, computer games, which are the 'in' thing for teens nowadays... &lt;em&gt;know what.. screw the formalty lah.. wasting brain juice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i wanna say is computer games are cool. which is why i want to thank&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; EA GAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (in whisper : challenge everything)&lt;/span&gt; for coming up with really good games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SPeEhJhiv1I/AAAAAAAAAug/5Hx8_Ep0eS0/s1600-h/EA+games.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257816795005501266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SPeEhJhiv1I/AAAAAAAAAug/5Hx8_Ep0eS0/s400/EA+games.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ahh. the all farmilliar looking logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they not only came up with &lt;em&gt;really cool games&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(nigahiga slang)&lt;/span&gt; like red alert, NFS etc. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(etc is not a game btw)&lt;/span&gt; they also came up &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oh and so is btw)&lt;/span&gt; with sports games like&lt;strong&gt; FIFA 09&lt;/strong&gt; and years before it. hence the logo above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, we all know that with every game they produce, the graphics &lt;em&gt;gets better&lt;/em&gt;, gameplay&lt;em&gt; better&lt;/em&gt;. almost everything better lah &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(except price).&lt;/span&gt; so there is always a standard of good gaming kept. &lt;em&gt;until came...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SPeKrnWD7LI/AAAAAAAAAuo/FywS4NHICnc/s1600-h/pc_tiger_woods_pga_tour_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257823571878866098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SPeKrnWD7LI/AAAAAAAAAuo/FywS4NHICnc/s400/pc_tiger_woods_pga_tour_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tiger Woods PGA Tour 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by nonetheless, EA Sports.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or EA Games. &lt;em&gt;whichever that makes you go wth when you're done reading this sentence.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wth.&lt;/span&gt; piff. kays. without further ado, let me present to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Jesus Shot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h42UeR-f8ZA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h42UeR-f8ZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome ain't it. so much for keeping the standard. but here's the best part. check out EA's response. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i absolutely adore it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZ1st1Vw2kY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZ1st1Vw2kY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all would have to watch them to understand what i is saying here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, have you had your Jesus shot? if you plan to represent Malaysia, you've to not only do the Jesus shot, but. this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymMuzgNDXs4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ymMuzgNDXs4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was attempting to hit a ball that was stuck on a tree. from the ground. well, no one does it better than good old tiger right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i wonder what would EA's response be to that. cause i don't know about you, but would love to see him do that in the flesh &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6559324194749146953?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6559324194749146953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=6559324194749146953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6559324194749146953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6559324194749146953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-think-you-can-play-golf-better-than.html' title='you think you can play golf better than jesus?'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SPeEhJhiv1I/AAAAAAAAAug/5Hx8_Ep0eS0/s72-c/EA+games.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-8970933412654363704</id><published>2008-10-12T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T11:23:30.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>check it out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;check out my &lt;a href="http://extremefcs.blogspot.com/"&gt;futsal team's blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these guys are my band of &lt;em&gt;brothas/company&lt;/em&gt; outside church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wish to see pictures of me when i look retarded. go there. &lt;strong&gt;they love me&lt;/strong&gt;. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; finals coming up. long hiatus in effect after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-8970933412654363704?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/8970933412654363704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=8970933412654363704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8970933412654363704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8970933412654363704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/10/check-it-out.html' title='check it out!'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7481662398823189153</id><published>2008-09-29T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:10:00.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday update without photos = no update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;not updating about jamie's bday. lazy. and no photos. if you wanna know who's jamie or how was party, go click on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'my specky engineer'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'my once upon a time'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; if they even update about it lah haha. i think they might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, its holiday week. and back to a month more of intense revision before finals. and right after november 12, i'm free for the eternity before entering uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this holidays would be spent wisely. so i'll be vamping everynight and resting in the daylight. jogging in the morning, and trying to be productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been listening to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jason mraz&lt;/span&gt; ALOT lately. i find his genre very unique. or in powderful engrish : &lt;strong&gt;eccentric. but nice.&lt;/strong&gt; and lately i've been listening to violin instrumentals &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i mispelled it as violent at my 1st go lol)&lt;/span&gt; and i've come to this conclusion : &lt;em&gt;my son/daughter in the future will definitely be enrolled to learn violin at a tender age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hmm. maybe daughter can go learn drums and how to fix cars lar. i'll bet guys would be after this kinda girl. or maybe guys like me lah. this is why i might have to live a single life. cuz so far there's NO ONE girl that i came across that &lt;em&gt;fix cars, can ber-drum, and christian.&lt;/em&gt; even if got also it'll be out of my league. lol. kay. if i go on i'll emo my self esteem. so i'll stop here. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else. oh. watch this video. its stupid lah. but it'll make you laugh. especially the last scene, its really cute. just click the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bored.com/videos/play/112/Scare-Pranks.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i want no, NEED a car. a laptop. and maybe a &lt;em&gt;'quote myoe &lt;strong&gt;"a lady in your life"&lt;/strong&gt; altho i dun think he rmbrs saying that to me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7481662398823189153?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7481662398823189153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7481662398823189153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7481662398823189153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7481662398823189153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-update-without-photos-no.html' title='birthday update without photos = no update'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-2067130208323711963</id><published>2008-09-23T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:46:07.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pain, call yourself contrition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;decided to check my mail. and guess what i found - this letter. but its not the main point to me lah. the point was who that sent it, was non other than my cousin jeremy. i guess God really has a way of bringing back people whom &lt;em&gt;you thought&lt;/em&gt; were lost. anyways, found time to read it. reverse psychology stuff. and recently, i've gain HUGE amount of interest in psychology. heh. lets hope it leads to somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy reading. i know i look like some innocent boy who wants to share holy stuff around to look good and all lol. so here, its a good as what you get lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;DARK LETTER&lt;br /&gt;PAY ATTENTION TO THE p/s at the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter from the Devil&lt;br /&gt;This can really make you think. It actually made me really mad&lt;br /&gt;while I was reading it, but it made me realize some things.&lt;br /&gt;Plus,&lt;br /&gt;I had to send it because of the P.S.&lt;br /&gt;This is deep... and I wasn't going to forward or share it, but that last line... you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A LETTER TO YOU FROM SATAN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I saw you yesterday as you began your daily chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You awoke without kneeling to pray. As a matter of fact, you didn't even bless your meals, or pray before going to bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so unthankful, I like that about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how glad I am that you have not changed your way of living, Fool, you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you and I have been going steady for years, and I still don't love you yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, I hate you, because I hate God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kicked me out of heaven, and I'm going to use you as long as possible to pay him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Fool, GOD LOVES YOU and HE has great plans in store for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have yielded your life to me, and I'm going to make your life a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, we'll be together twice. This will really hurt God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I'm really showing Him who's boss in your life with all of the good times we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching dirty movies,&lt;br /&gt;cursing people out,&lt;br /&gt;stealing, lying, being hypocritical, fornicating, overeating, telling dirty jokes, gossiping, being judgmental,&lt;br /&gt;back stabbing people, disrespecting adults, and those in leadership positions, no respect for the Church, bad attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SURELY&lt;/strong&gt; you &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; want to give all this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, Fool, let's burn together forever. I've got some hot plans for us. This is just a letter of appreciation from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say &lt;em&gt;'THANKS' &lt;/em&gt;for letting me use you for most of your foolish life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so gullible, I laugh at you. When you are tempted to sin, you give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA, you make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin is beginning to take its toll on your life. You look 20 years older, and now, I need new blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and teach some children how to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is smoke, get drunk or drink while under-aged, cheat, gamble, gossip, fornicate, and live being as selfish as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all of this in the presence of children and they will do it too. Kids are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Fool, I have to let you go for now. I'll be back in a couple of seconds to tempt you again. If you were smart, you would run somewhere, confess your sins, and live for God with what little bit of life that you have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not my nature to warn anyone, but to be your age and still sinning, it's becoming a bit ridiculous. Don't get me wrong, I still hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S JUST THAT YOU'D MAKE A BETTER FOOL FOR CHRIST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt;If you love me, you won't share this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well. can't deny the fact that there are certain parts mentioned above are so real nowadays. but oh well. &lt;strong&gt;people don't give a damn &lt;/strong&gt;anyway. but &lt;em&gt;the damned gives a damn about people&lt;/em&gt;. what &lt;em&gt;'do'&lt;/em&gt; you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-2067130208323711963?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/2067130208323711963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=2067130208323711963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2067130208323711963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2067130208323711963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/09/pain-call-yourself-contrition.html' title='pain, call yourself contrition.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-2635240768415863013</id><published>2008-09-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:07:39.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog : say no to pure science!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;SAM &lt;em&gt;sucks&lt;/em&gt; the lifetime out of you. yes. the life and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one reason why i don't have facebook. because i've no friggin time to even manage this blog. this is why if you're reading this, and you happen to want to take pure science because it looks fun. i assure you. you'll have no life. unless you're smarter than me lah. oh, there goes your chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. after next week. i would have completed every freaking examination in SAM cept for the finals. so for the past 9 months i've been workin me butt off to try to achieve close to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;50% of my internal assesment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and come november, i'll sit for a freaking test called&lt;strong&gt; 'finals'&lt;/strong&gt; that is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt; worth of assesment value too. it doesn't really make sense when i think of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've one month and a half to dedicate myself to books. since the lecturers have already finished all the syllabus &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i can never spell that right)&lt;/span&gt;, i don't get the point of going to college for the whole of october. since trials will be dead next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. this blog is so dead lah. its &lt;em&gt;so dead if i post an entry abt my blog taking a hiatus would count as a ressurection.&lt;/em&gt; whoa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. back to studying. because i can't sleep. why? because of the &lt;strong&gt;stupid ghosts&lt;/strong&gt; in my room that enjoy sitting on me when i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; wanna swap rooms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-2635240768415863013?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/2635240768415863013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=2635240768415863013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2635240768415863013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2635240768415863013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-say-no-to-pure-science.html' title='blog : say no to pure science!'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6692677990642394089</id><published>2008-08-26T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T04:53:43.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long awaited posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;one reason why my blog is dead-er than it is, is because it still has limited around of readers. thats what i want fer now. so don't ask me to update or link you, i mean you can la, but i must warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i am very&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; lazy. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, i have actually lots of photos. but dunno how to put them in sequence. so i'll just put the interesting ones up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..in the next post. told you i was lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SLaRQiFVhOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/8Pg3tPMwlqk/s1600-h/IMG_6044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239534929705272546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SLaRQiFVhOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/8Pg3tPMwlqk/s400/IMG_6044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was during teacher's day. last millenium ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; if i have one wish that can come true. its &lt;strong&gt;good stewardship of time / more time&lt;/strong&gt;. either would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6692677990642394089?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6692677990642394089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=6692677990642394089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6692677990642394089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6692677990642394089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/08/long-awaited-posts.html' title='long awaited posts'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SLaRQiFVhOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/8Pg3tPMwlqk/s72-c/IMG_6044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6435332256839753312</id><published>2008-08-11T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:51:44.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick and ill are not the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been a long time since i last updated. come to think of it. its &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my 1st august post&lt;/span&gt;. and i'm literally &lt;em&gt;dragging &lt;/em&gt;myself to update just to fill the gap and also to de-stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho i admit that its not de-stressing me really well at all due to the fact that i'm wasting &lt;strong&gt;precious time&lt;/strong&gt; blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;so what &lt;em&gt;you want to know?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that my streamyx got cut because my parents forgot to pay the bill. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm nomad-ing in andrew's house often&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (jamie koo's fault!)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that i've physics test tmr which i studied the hell out of me yesterday for &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(because i thought the test was today &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and i'm very moneyless larh!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(its a pattern throughout the year)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my maths teacher seems to be interested in &lt;em&gt;'how many times i see caeme &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt; in a week'&lt;/em&gt; more than teaching maths lol. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thanks to joe for misinterpreting the word physical btw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;what else. oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and that i seriously take no interest in whatever that goes on in the olympics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that i'll have one week of &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;holidays/study break&lt;/span&gt; to enjoy studying. Taylors likes to give holidays prior to exams so that students can't complain that they don't give any holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i noticed i said a lot of ands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i really feel weird this days. or in correct terms, i feel &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;btw for those of you that don't know, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ill &lt;/span&gt;means diff things. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;says mr munin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sick -&lt;/span&gt; mentally unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ill -&lt;/span&gt; physically unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there, i am mentally unwell. dunno why. my period haven't come al....&lt;em&gt; oops.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;terbocor rahsia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. lastly, while nerding on physics. i read this part and started berlol-ing. people outside must've thot i gone sot or smt. so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to ppl outside:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;toldya iwassick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SKBAWKyRT2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z-5pIoZRZ7I/s1600-h/IMG_7788.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233253516601020258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SKBAWKyRT2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z-5pIoZRZ7I/s400/IMG_7788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;physics is greatly retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;here's the full sentence that i memorised by heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''electrons which pass very close to the nucleus are &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;greatly retarded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so are the minds of physicist. chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; my trials starts at&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; 7.00a.m.&lt;/span&gt; and am required to be in MPH by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6.30a.m.&lt;/span&gt; but best of all, was recommended to wake up at&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; 4.00a.m.&lt;/span&gt; to get ready for the test. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Taylors makes healthy males and females sick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6435332256839753312?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6435332256839753312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=6435332256839753312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6435332256839753312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6435332256839753312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/08/sick-and-ill-are-not-same.html' title='sick and ill are not the same'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SKBAWKyRT2I/AAAAAAAAAiM/Z-5pIoZRZ7I/s72-c/IMG_7788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6558399554995262601</id><published>2008-07-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:37:18.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;guess who recently won &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6 FREE tickets&lt;/span&gt; to watch &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chelse&lt;/span&gt;a &lt;s&gt;trash&lt;/s&gt; play Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. &lt;em&gt;mua/wo/me/myself/i&lt;/em&gt; wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want to go? here are a few criterias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;polish my socks.&lt;br /&gt;owe me lunch.&lt;br /&gt;and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;buy me a ferret.&lt;br /&gt;slap yourself to prove sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;cross the road with blindfolds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i &lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt; consider bringing you. its not that hard right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. people ask me how i win. honestly let me tell you something. i NEVER expect to win even a single ticket. so yeah. i guess God must have known that i love Chelsea soo much, that He decided i needed to watch the game. with another 5 more people to enjoy my fart at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was how i won. i received some sms from maxis &lt;s&gt;begging&lt;/s&gt; telling me to play some sms game and stand a chance to WIN 60 TICKETS DAILY. when i 1st read that, i thought it was a typo. and up to today i still dunno whether it was or not. cuz if it wasn't, that means i just freaking won 10% of their total tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so one fine day during LAN. i got extremely bored, and decided to entertatain this maxis scheme to cheat people's credit. so i played that sms game. it wasn't that hard. it was just unscrambling words that they gave about Chelsea. Raj was a witness. he was more tension then me when i played &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt; i wonder why. after my 3rd attempt, i reached a place where they say &lt;em&gt;''you are top 60 rank''&lt;/em&gt; lol. how to beat 60 more people la? so i gave up, until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played ocasionally when i'm left alone. just for fun. and i never made it to top 59&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; -.-&lt;/span&gt; so i just really gave up lah. afterall, i was playing fer fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last sat, maxis happily told me i won &lt;em&gt;6/six/enam/liu/lok&lt;/em&gt; tickets to watch Chelsea at Stadium Shah Alam. i was overjoyed. and still am. God is good. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so yeah. wanna go fer free? be &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then only i may consider. here's a hint.&lt;em&gt; opposite gender&lt;/em&gt; has better chances. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=PPP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s:&lt;/span&gt; i'm deeply vexed by people saying &lt;em&gt;'why so serious?'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'lets put a smile on that face..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6558399554995262601?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6558399554995262601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=6558399554995262601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6558399554995262601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6558399554995262601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/07/guess-who-recently-won-6-free-tickets.html' title=''/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5607321761860758255</id><published>2008-07-15T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:18.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>click to enLARGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Things/People/Conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in year 2008 that made me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;smile/laugh/laugh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;until cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHy0SmzmEII/AAAAAAAAAhE/jLSHKz2iY3o/s1600-h/grant.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223247899590529154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHy0SmzmEII/AAAAAAAAAhE/jLSHKz2iY3o/s400/grant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. chelsea qualified for the finals &lt;em&gt;WOOoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(they lost in shootouts in the finals btw&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;em&gt;HOOoo&lt;/em&gt;. right. i swear when they &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(they as in the television)&lt;/span&gt; showed Grant kneeling down. i laughed. seriously. i laughed like lols in the middle of the night. i don't know why its so funny, but doesn't the picture look funny? i wonder how he got up after that. maybe he felll down and got stuck at that position, and he lifts his hand up fer help, but people all thought he was celebrating or smt heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHy0SwhuGkI/AAAAAAAAAhM/FrnLNcNHfJQ/s1600-h/wtc.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223247902199913026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHy0SwhuGkI/AAAAAAAAAhM/FrnLNcNHfJQ/s400/wtc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;was listening to spanish songs. some girl suggested thing song. so i went and look it up. watched halfway. pressed pause cuz i wanted to do smt. when i return. i... lol. no comment. look at the time i made the commotion lol. btw, i think he immitated chewbacca's voice there. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHy0TLlt7GI/AAAAAAAAAhU/MajIAhUAKDA/s1600-h/period.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223247909464435810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHy0TLlt7GI/AAAAAAAAAhU/MajIAhUAKDA/s400/period.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;was serenading to the comp. so yeah. singsingsing.&lt;strong&gt;PERIOD WTH!??&lt;/strong&gt; try reading all the other ads. i wonder what does menstual cycle has to do with that. oh, maybe its pms-ing emo songs. whoa. lame. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHy0TpkNEHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/G26vj7MAKRs/s1600-h/natrocks+xD.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223247917511151730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHy0TpkNEHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/G26vj7MAKRs/s400/natrocks+xD.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i should add in my homeschool presentation that homeschoolers are REALLY rajin. they help you to go google of some online dictionary thingy to find words for you when you can do it yourself. so yeah, maybe its a homeschooler thing lah. shall test it on paul. but i reckon i'll get a response that goes &lt;em&gt;"how to spell aah?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; i'm gonna get screwed fer that btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHzF_cG1JHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/o4wAtazD_AI/s1600-h/donotnotdisturb.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223267361510204530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHzF_cG1JHI/AAAAAAAAAhs/o4wAtazD_AI/s400/donotnotdisturb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay fine. maybe he can spell. but umm. this.. is.. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; i wonder how this pic got here. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i'm beyond screwed now btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHzF_iywUaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Ed4DJtZ-EMI/s1600-h/drew.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223267363305050530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHzF_iywUaI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Ed4DJtZ-EMI/s400/drew.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this is a lie :&lt;/span&gt; i really did forgotten that he was injured. i only remembered when i was asking him halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHzF_6C4lzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Iyd7jhbuuL0/s1600-h/jack.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223267369546716978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHzF_6C4lzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/Iyd7jhbuuL0/s400/jack.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't believe what they say. i don't fart. why? because its silent. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(this is where you go ZOMG LAMEEEEEEEEE)&lt;/span&gt; yeshh you'll do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;okays. i still have an episode of terence lourdes to tell. but not today. to end this post. i'll put a someone that promised not to kill me after she reads this post. she promised. and better still, she chose this picture unknowingly &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHzHmccle_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/uXxP_oWprF8/s1600-h/poser+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223269131127978994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHzHmccle_I/AAAAAAAAAiE/uXxP_oWprF8/s320/poser+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this is number 3, caeme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. i medium-sized this photo solely fer the safety of the readers. and umm. i believed i errhh.. i'm gonna get raped soon. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(wait, can i say that?) (EDIT : yeah, not literally tho @@)&lt;/span&gt; but hey, look at the positive side, this post is dedicated to people or stuff that made me smile/laughed. so number 3, &lt;em&gt;you're one of them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; washing &lt;strong&gt;ONE car&lt;/strong&gt; during breaktime is so Rotaract. &lt;em&gt;i hate Taylor's Rotaract President&lt;/em&gt;. don't you? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-5607321761860758255?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/5607321761860758255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=5607321761860758255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5607321761860758255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5607321761860758255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/07/click-to-enlarge.html' title='click to enLARGE'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SHy0SmzmEII/AAAAAAAAAhE/jLSHKz2iY3o/s72-c/grant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-680520748328089713</id><published>2008-07-13T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:41:20.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats up world</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't know what to blog about. but i can tell you that i had alot of inspiration before, to blog. but the reason i didn't was because i wanted the publicity for the Youth Rally to be there. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(woah so holy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that its done with. i guess i'm obliged to blog. but i dunno what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder whether john mayer is &lt;em&gt;constantly emo&lt;/em&gt; or not lol. cuz he's songs. are. somewhat. emo. haha. but still awesome stuff tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. i really can't blog today weih. i sound so loa wth lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a girl&lt;br /&gt;She puts the color inside of my world&lt;br /&gt;but she's just like a maze&lt;br /&gt;Where all of the walls all continually change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've done all I can&lt;br /&gt;To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s got nothing to do with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, you see that skin?&lt;br /&gt;It's the same she's been standing in&lt;br /&gt;Since the day she saw him walking away&lt;br /&gt;Now she's left&lt;br /&gt;cleaning up the mess he made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;So mothers, be good to your daughters too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys, you can break&lt;br /&gt;You find out how much they can take&lt;br /&gt;Boys will be strong&lt;br /&gt;And boys soldier on&lt;br /&gt;But boys would be gone without warmth from&lt;br /&gt;A woman's good, good heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of every man&lt;br /&gt;looking out for every girl&lt;br /&gt;You are the god and the weight of her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fathers, be good to your daughters&lt;br /&gt;Daughters will love like you do&lt;br /&gt;Girls become lovers who turn into mothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mothers be good to your daughters, too&lt;br /&gt;So mothers be good to your daughters, too&lt;br /&gt;So mothers be good to your daughters, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that his songs are weird. but singable. playable. and still cool. chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i'm gonna perform on the roadside after SAM. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pp/s :&lt;/span&gt; btw. i'm still sick. hurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-680520748328089713?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/680520748328089713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=680520748328089713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/680520748328089713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/680520748328089713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/07/whats-up-world.html' title='whats up world'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-2687266723871434996</id><published>2008-06-29T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:18.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for a breakthrough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What is &lt;strong&gt;breakthrough&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakthrough - Any major progress; such as a great innovation or discovery that overcomes a significant obstacle. - &lt;em&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGo8esEHbnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/dWPA78XixUo/s1600-h/Youth_Rally_Poster_-_Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218049616184307314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGo8esEHbnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/dWPA78XixUo/s400/Youth_Rally_Poster_-_Final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ignore spelling lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its just going to be another 'youth event'. and it will be until you come. yes, you. this is an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;''invitation for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-people whom i ask to visit my blog and also fer&lt;em&gt; people that stereotypes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess many people would prefer to stay at home during saturday evenings to nap, or go out with frens, or study &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(urgh..)&lt;/span&gt; or even just doing nothing. well then, this is your chance to be invited &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if you still don't get me)&lt;/span&gt; for this awesome event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might think that &lt;em&gt;''nah. its only for the hyper people, or socialble people's event.''&lt;/em&gt; Well, you're wrong. because this event is open fer &lt;strong&gt;ALL youths&lt;/strong&gt;. get the word &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't matter whether you're the quiet type, the emo type, the cool type, the bimbo, the whatever, the nerd, the geeks, the freaks, the loud or the short type &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(like me)&lt;/span&gt;. you. are. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;INVITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! to come. let me share with you someting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGfPE9APvQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GEYupHkNF1Y/s1600-h/recycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217366377334029570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGfPE9APvQI/AAAAAAAAAg0/GEYupHkNF1Y/s400/recycle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recycle? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*scrathes head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no don't worry. its not an environment awareness conference. rather, i borrowed this sign as an illustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in life, i'm sure that many of us felt like that. some felt like they've messed up big time, and what they are now are just degraded recycled product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or some may feel that they're always going in circles. struggling with issues that they are tired of working out. because they'll end up in square one again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe you think that life for you is like that recycling sign. so you were born. you grow up. you attended kindergarten, primary school, secondary school, college, uni, then off to work, fall in love and get married, have kids, work more, retire. and what? ultimately die. what does it has to do with recycling? simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the generation from you. won't they grow up and ultimately die as well? just like recycling. where would they go after that? or rather &lt;em&gt;where would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go after your last breathe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so then what has the youth rally to do with this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times people search fer &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;answers, direction and purpose&lt;/span&gt; in life. here's your chance to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're want&lt;em&gt; answers&lt;/em&gt;, come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're &lt;em&gt;'paiseh'/malu&lt;/em&gt;, come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want a &lt;em&gt;breakthrough&lt;/em&gt; in your life, wheteher or not you're a christian, come. it will be an event worth remembering. and to some, for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGo8esEHbnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/dWPA78XixUo/s1600-h/Youth_Rally_Poster_-_Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218049616184307314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGo8esEHbnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/dWPA78XixUo/s400/Youth_Rally_Poster_-_Final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;12th July 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; keep that date free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information, visit &lt;a href="http://www.fgt2u.org/"&gt;http://www.fgt2u.org/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to see our promo video, please do click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IDY0l6o8dkM"&gt;youth rally video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; any queries, my chatbox is open. chao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-2687266723871434996?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/2687266723871434996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=2687266723871434996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2687266723871434996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2687266723871434996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/06/looking-for-breakthrough.html' title='looking for a breakthrough?'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGo8esEHbnI/AAAAAAAAAg8/dWPA78XixUo/s72-c/Youth_Rally_Poster_-_Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-8709264226705127740</id><published>2008-06-29T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:05:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;something inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Jesus i believe in you, and i would go to the ends of the earth.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish. i wish my heart would be fit enough to even say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that one day i would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that that day will come soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i don't get inspired by impressive stuff. but rather by impossible ones.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-8709264226705127740?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/8709264226705127740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=8709264226705127740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8709264226705127740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8709264226705127740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more.html' title='no more'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-3387643312397763836</id><published>2008-06-24T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:19.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in search for something more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i don't want my life to pass me by this way. i don't want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I search for You God of strength&lt;br /&gt;I bow to You in my brokenness&lt;br /&gt;And no other King could have so humbly come&lt;br /&gt;To save my soul and heal my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more than all You offer me&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else that’s of worth to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love You Lord&lt;br /&gt;You rescued me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are all that I want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re all that I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray to You God of peace&lt;br /&gt;I rest in You my cares released&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing more than all You offer me&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing else that’s of worth to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Your freedom I will live&lt;br /&gt;In Your freedom I will live&lt;br /&gt;I offer devotion&lt;br /&gt;I offer devotion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i accidentally downloaded this song when i was in search of something more hype. never would i thought that this song could knock so much sense in my head today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sometimes i wonder why i study. when what i so called want to be or supposed to be is not really what i want deep down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGDjsDXxjeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wGZ-7cFZPto/s1600-h/solitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215418714453806562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGDjsDXxjeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wGZ-7cFZPto/s400/solitude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i long to be &lt;em&gt;who He wants me to be&lt;/em&gt;. and that is really just all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much time left. sometimes i feel that sometimes i've past the halfway mark of my hourglass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my feelings are usually accurate. so yeah.&lt;em&gt; here i am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;send me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-3387643312397763836?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/3387643312397763836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=3387643312397763836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3387643312397763836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3387643312397763836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-search-for-something-more.html' title='in search for something more'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SGDjsDXxjeI/AAAAAAAAAgE/wGZ-7cFZPto/s72-c/solitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4761347880634684057</id><published>2008-06-16T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:19.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy father's day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm lazy to put the video on my blog. click the link instead, it buffers faster. watch and be encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=8cf08faca5dd9ea45513"&gt;click me or don't read&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually felt like preaching here after watching. and i will. i wonder how many of you would actually bother to scroll your mouse over to the link and click it, and watch the WHOLE 4 minutes plus video. if you did, congrats. then you're allowed to read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many fathers can you find in the world like that? or rather, do you think you can find a better love of a father than that? i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've even found one who loves me so much, that he sent His only son to die for me. despite knowing that i might turn my back on Him. He still did it. out of unconditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its funny that i should blog about it, since it'll scare readers away. but its Father's day, and i just wanna take this oppurtunity to openly declare &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY FATHERS' DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to every daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SFYbIGnxamI/AAAAAAAAAf0/vGg1aKg6z4E/s1600-h/me+n+dad+LOL.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212383444758260322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SFYbIGnxamI/AAAAAAAAAf0/vGg1aKg6z4E/s400/me+n+dad+LOL.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and most importantly my dad that didn't know the camera was clicked. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(yes i looked like a nerd. lookED.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SFYc_tLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZHmoONGHzFQ/s1600-h/Bassenthwaite.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212385499511169122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SFYc_tLCoGI/AAAAAAAAAf8/ZHmoONGHzFQ/s400/Bassenthwaite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; but even more importantly, my Father in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4761347880634684057?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4761347880634684057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4761347880634684057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4761347880634684057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4761347880634684057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='happy father&apos;s day.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SFYbIGnxamI/AAAAAAAAAf0/vGg1aKg6z4E/s72-c/me+n+dad+LOL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7943081468076985903</id><published>2008-06-12T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:19.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday we'll know. tonguetied. vulnerable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the perfect one word no one's heard yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i like that phrase. anyways, haven't been blogging this week. mainly because by the time i get home, am overwhelmed with tiredness. and yeah, partly because college resumed. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; which is a good thing lah i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, i guess a lot's been goin on fer me fer the past few days. and it all started on monday. wokays. let me try to tell you things in chronologically manner. I usually go back from college at 5 on monday. and my cousin fetches me home lah. so what happen was that we agreed on leaving at 5, but then mana tau her class over at 4.30 or smt like that lah. then she decided to leave without callin. only left a msg there. and i didn't see the msg cuz i was busy. so yeah, i was like 'what the...' kinda thing la. so yeah, decided to chill at Drew's house 1st. but &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(here's the nice part)&lt;/span&gt; on the way back, just outside INTI college, we saw Fly FM's MYVI Troopers. I was not in a mood to do anything that time thanks to cousin, but then this Drew just wanna win stuff &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; so he started answering their questions n all. oh we were answering on the bike btw while the rest were standing &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; so halfway thru this, i found my mood back lah. and then it started to rain! it was amusing watching the people that still wanna win would just stay under the rain to play haha. they were using sunshades for the car windscreen as umbrellas &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so we won some stuff here and there, after everyone left.. i lazy to tell the story d lah. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; just ask me in the flesh lah. ohkay, went for dinner with Drew WITH &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ahah! what were you thinking la)&lt;/span&gt; the Fly FM MYVI Troopers lol. seriously. you should see them off working hours la. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; it was fun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it actually made me consider working as their MYVI trooper after SAM instead of Fridays lol. piff. anyways, now i'm left with starbucks voucher, carebear's calender &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(wth?)&lt;/span&gt; and umm. they just called me and told me i won 2 tickets to watch the happening. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. apart from all these. guess i've nothing much to say. i just wish i have the ability to recover fast. my stupid 2 legs is still halfway recovering, and all the sport events are happening. tempting. wokays. nothing to say. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SFDn2YjEusI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qWa1unE9ra4/s1600-h/uranus.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210919690356177602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SFDn2YjEusI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qWa1unE9ra4/s400/uranus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;planets are found in toilets nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i'm 126 bucks richer muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7943081468076985903?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7943081468076985903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7943081468076985903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7943081468076985903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7943081468076985903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/06/someday-well-know-tonguetied-vulnerable.html' title='someday we&apos;ll know. tonguetied. vulnerable.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SFDn2YjEusI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qWa1unE9ra4/s72-c/uranus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-3455267451127054115</id><published>2008-06-06T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:21.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how. to. talk. to. you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;they say its good to be straight-forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEmA8zCI0LI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ieIRhbOZbb8/s1600-h/IMG_5976.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208836226010370226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEmA8zCI0LI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ieIRhbOZbb8/s400/IMG_5976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEmA9YfYUmI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kZPyN3fdh08/s1600-h/g7+babeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208836236065133154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEmA9YfYUmI/AAAAAAAAAfU/kZPyN3fdh08/s400/g7+babeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEmA9v8do2I/AAAAAAAAAfc/cpMn7L5S_6U/s1600-h/IMG_4890.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208836242361131874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEmA9v8do2I/AAAAAAAAAfc/cpMn7L5S_6U/s400/IMG_4890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEmA-HrQsJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ddDHB-vgt2I/s1600-h/IMG_4900.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208836248731431058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEmA-HrQsJI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ddDHB-vgt2I/s400/IMG_4900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight-forward enough??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i miss college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; monday awaits. and i'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-3455267451127054115?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/3455267451127054115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=3455267451127054115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3455267451127054115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3455267451127054115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-talk-to-you.html' title='how. to. talk. to. you.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEmA8zCI0LI/AAAAAAAAAfM/ieIRhbOZbb8/s72-c/IMG_5976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-1252797174248542854</id><published>2008-06-04T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:21.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all day babeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lazy to post about number &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;! here's a random one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't care what they say about me&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, alright&lt;br /&gt;I don't care they think about me&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, they'll get it one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I'll follow you&lt;br /&gt;You are my, my life&lt;br /&gt;I will read my bible and pray&lt;br /&gt;I will follow you all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what it costs anymore&lt;br /&gt;Cos' you gave it all and I'm following you&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what it takes anymore&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens I'm going your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Day&lt;br /&gt;All Day now&lt;br /&gt;All Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone around can see&lt;br /&gt;just how good you've been to me&lt;br /&gt;For all my friends that don't know you&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you would save them too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;awesomeee. tho its quite old. they still sound as new as today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wokays. updates. went out with me cell people fer lunch on tuesday. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i'll post the pics when i get the photos)&lt;/span&gt; anyhow, some of us went fer movies later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went and watch 'once' omg. sam classified it as the &lt;em&gt;''failure's show''&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; its quite emo lah. and the other guys wanted to leave the theater to watch something else quarterway &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(notice its not even halfway)&lt;/span&gt; anyways, you've to pay attention to the lyrics of the song that they sing, cuz its about their life, or you won't understand the movie. omg but the songs that they sing are like &lt;em&gt;dfbhoerognhoivbhoshner&lt;/em&gt; gibberish how to und &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhooo &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(adopted from vid)&lt;/span&gt; show was quite nice lah. but not recommended fer cool people. umm. the ending was abit abrupt lah. here's wat happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;in the theater:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;screen :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*nice music*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;screen :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*nice music&lt;/span&gt; getting &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;louder* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;samuel :&lt;/span&gt; oh i think its ending d. music getting louder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ryan :&lt;/span&gt; huh? no way la. it can't just end like that, hanging. if it ends now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;screen :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*blacks out*&lt;/span&gt; Directed by John Carney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ryan :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *yell mode*&lt;/span&gt; OHMYGOSH! what!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;samuel :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*laffs n laffs high pitch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt; later only i und why it ended. cuz the guy also got reconciled. i didn't know that. no wonder i was so lost during the ending part lah ish! but overall. a good movie. if i could hear what he was singing &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap. i'm frequently using the lala's language ---&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt; i think i better stop. shall update about other stuff soon. nites world. or rather. gdmornin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEbW3zj86cI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9pPSi3Jr1N8/s1600-h/once.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208086273322707394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEbW3zj86cI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9pPSi3Jr1N8/s400/once.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how many times do you cross path with the 'right one'. once? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(its from the poster &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; celebrated sasa's belated bday today at her place. &lt;em&gt;they thought i was a girl wth lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-1252797174248542854?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/1252797174248542854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=1252797174248542854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1252797174248542854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1252797174248542854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-day-babeh.html' title='all day babeh'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SEbW3zj86cI/AAAAAAAAAdo/9pPSi3Jr1N8/s72-c/once.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-1054915299652028093</id><published>2008-06-02T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:04:25.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;as promised:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell you where you need to go&lt;br /&gt;Tell you who you need to be&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what you need to know&lt;br /&gt;Tell you when you’ll need to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything inside you knows&lt;br /&gt;Says more than what you’ve heard&lt;br /&gt;So much more than empty conversations&lt;br /&gt;Filled with empty words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re on fire&lt;br /&gt;When he’s near you&lt;br /&gt;You’re on fire&lt;br /&gt;When he speaks&lt;br /&gt;You’re on fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning at these mysteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more time around&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance to see&lt;br /&gt;Give me everything you are&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance to be... (near you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everything inside looks like&lt;br /&gt;Everything I hate&lt;br /&gt;You are the hope I have for change&lt;br /&gt;You are the only chance I’ll take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;When you’re near me&lt;br /&gt;I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;When you speak&lt;br /&gt;And I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning at these mysteries&lt;br /&gt;These mysteries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing on the edge of me&lt;br /&gt;I’m standing on the edge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;When you’re near you&lt;br /&gt;I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;When you speak&lt;br /&gt;(yea) I’m on fire&lt;br /&gt;Burning at these mysteries... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. awesome. song. guess you guys must prolly think i'm some hardcore fanatic &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(note that they're redundant)&lt;/span&gt; switchfoot fan lol. maybe i am lah. but i prefer to think that i'm in self-denial mode. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. watch EL ORFANTO today. in means the orphanage in english. umm. movie was not bad lah. i liked it. the suspense an all. makes me wonder when i grow old and uhh saggy, will i still do this sort of stuff. go and 'suspendify' myself &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; maybe i'll just get myself a myocardial infarction and diedd lol. but hey, at least i die in doing what i believe. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and imagine my poor wife and all lol. having to cope with an idiot like me always suspendifying myself with all sorts of things. hmm. come to think of it, i think that the girl that i'll marry must have lots. no i mean LOTS of patient with me. especially my accident proneness. in EVERY lil small thing i do, i bound to injure myself. few stupid examples? scroll down this blog/read old post and you shall know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. about the movie. i found the most amusing part was andrew screaming when the door slammed twice.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt; like wth HAHAHAHAH. he screamed like a girl. HAHAHAHA. omgosh i can't tahan d. best part was after he screamed, the people in the theater laughed &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; i laughed also la duhh. its like, the suspense all hilang d, he totally spoilt the mood there lol. damn. i should have recoreded that. oh, andrew, if you're reading this. i'm sorry. i just can't tahan &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; its just. too farnee. HAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;strong&gt;its JUST a door slam&lt;/strong&gt; HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piff. what else. oh. despite my cacated foot. i still could play pool lol. and what's best? i'm playing bowling tmr babeh. &lt;em&gt;on clutches maybe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. next post will be about number 26.&lt;em&gt; freaking problem number.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on one extremely blur day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;phone :&lt;/span&gt; *ring ring ring*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;later&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;drew : oh i've got a miss call from Zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ryan :&lt;/span&gt; oh what did he say?&lt;br /&gt;drew : err? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ryan :&lt;/span&gt; oh ya its a miss call &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; if you see a swing moving by itself at night, go take a photo of it. you &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; sleep well after that. how do i know? hehhehe. thats for you to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-1054915299652028093?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/1054915299652028093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=1054915299652028093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1054915299652028093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/1054915299652028093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-fire.html' title='on fire'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6221760045158220263</id><published>2008-06-01T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:04:43.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dare You To Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yknow &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(royalty paid to caeme)&lt;/span&gt; what. lately switchfoot written songs has been my teraphy. i don't know how, but after hearing their songs, i feel different &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; maybe its just the hype or dunno lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the planet&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to existence&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's here&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's here&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's watching you now&lt;br /&gt;Everybody waits for you now&lt;br /&gt;What happens next&lt;br /&gt;What happens next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;Like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the fallout&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to resistance&lt;br /&gt;The tension is here&lt;br /&gt;Tension is here&lt;br /&gt;Between who you are and who you could be&lt;br /&gt;Between how it is and how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe redemption has stories to tell&lt;br /&gt;Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell&lt;br /&gt;Where can you run to escape from yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Where you gonna go?&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;I dare you to move&lt;br /&gt;Like today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened&lt;br /&gt;Today never happened before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome song. next post is on fire. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. anyways, i don't know why so many people don't like Narnia. some find it too childish. others find it boring. but on this hand, i find it interesting. Here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, the show was from a book. and the author's a christian. if you could still remember the 1st movie, the part where the white witch killed Azlan. it was Azlan who went into that position willingly. the same as Christ, when he was arrested. and then crucified. and when Azlan came back to life, it sort of symbolozies Christ's ressurection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so. Prince Caspian. The way i viewed the show was different lah. the Words and deeds that Azlan &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the lion duhh)&lt;/span&gt; spoke/did somewhat reminds me of God. of second chances. of trusting in dire need. it rung true. thats why i liked the movie, cuz they remind me of God. and putting him in everything that they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to do that too. no, not making a movie, but putting Him as the main ingredient in all that i do. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, there's still one more week of holidays left before i've to start nerding like one. sigh. quite depressing lol. and umm, and update of my physical life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i played futsal on saturday. and tore a few fibres ofmy left foot's ligament by overstretching them yay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a more detailed note. that happened when the score was 13-13. add them up and you get 26 &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.- &lt;/span&gt;yes i seem to have a problem with that number. shall dedicate an &lt;strong&gt;entire post&lt;/strong&gt; for 26 one day heh. maybe the next post lah heh. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways. on a funky note. i'm still goin out despite my cacat/lameness &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hey i'm really a lame person - my foot)&lt;/span&gt;. so yeah. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tues - fri&lt;/span&gt; i'm fully booked with &lt;em&gt;different people&lt;/em&gt; hehe. prepare fer the attack of the lame lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah lazy. bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; haircut. this week. finally. oh and &lt;em&gt;happy b'day to sasa&lt;/em&gt;. if she see's this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6221760045158220263?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6221760045158220263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=6221760045158220263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6221760045158220263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6221760045158220263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dare-you-to-move.html' title='I Dare You To Move'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-3727479398462143779</id><published>2008-05-27T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:21.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;There's always something&lt;br /&gt;In the way&lt;br /&gt;There's always something&lt;br /&gt;Getting through&lt;br /&gt;But it's not me&lt;br /&gt;it's You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime's ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Rings true&lt;br /&gt;But hope is not in&lt;br /&gt;What I know&lt;br /&gt;Not in me&lt;br /&gt;It's in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I find peace&lt;br /&gt;When I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;I find hope when&lt;br /&gt;I'm let down&lt;br /&gt;Not in me&lt;br /&gt;But in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to lose myself&lt;br /&gt;For good&lt;br /&gt;I hope to find it in the end&lt;br /&gt;Not in me&lt;br /&gt;It's You&lt;br /&gt;It's all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this week so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy. bible blast 3. hospital attachments. futsal tournament coordinating. registration shortfalls. humility. relationship with cell boys. guitar. You. movies. plans. bird flew away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't really feel like talking much. so i'll just highlight stuff thats been going on around, and in my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes the bird flew away d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yknow, the Bible says pride comes before a fall. lets face it, everyone in existence has pride. that emotion that tells you you deserve the spotlight. that tells you you're better than that person. that you should be the leader. anything in the reach of your power should and must be yours. can anyone identify what i'm saying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the strife for authority, so often we lose ourselves. we forget to come to the place where we were once are - humble. Greatness in this world defines itself through fame, power and money. whereas humility is the opposite, and both cannot be written on the same page. why do i say so? name me a great leader/person in the world now that is humble. President of USA? Bill Gates? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But God says that humble is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit. sometimes i get offended when someone whom i think is inferior to me have better positions than me. when you know you can handle something better than that person, i guess you might feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week. i learn humility in a very special and personal way. i've always thought that humility is basically just unselfishness. hey, it requires &lt;em&gt;so much more&lt;/em&gt; than that. so. much. more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;humility&lt;/span&gt; - coming to the place where you can willingly let go of your will, and let God's will be played out in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my definition. God works in mysterious or what i call funny ways. places you in funny circumstances. with funny people. to humble you. or in other words, to break your pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i'll be frank. i've not always been humble. and i've not always walked the same path with Him. but, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thing's &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;be different from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SDxL2rc0zgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GntOb76uQoo/s1600-h/You.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205118672082095618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SDxL2rc0zgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GntOb76uQoo/s400/You.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;humility in pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i look for a miracle. but sometimes i feel that i disqualify myself from one. talk to me pls, You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-3727479398462143779?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/3727479398462143779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=3727479398462143779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3727479398462143779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3727479398462143779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/05/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SDxL2rc0zgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/GntOb76uQoo/s72-c/You.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7836433705499679425</id><published>2008-05-21T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:21.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insects are suicidal. suicidal. suici...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kay. thing was. eventho i had pictures of seo, blogging it seemed abit. gay. and um. didn't have time lah. why? because this week is mah mid-terms babeh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div alignment="center"&gt;see the good thing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(singular)&lt;/span&gt; about exams is that you have no classes on. the bad thing is, everything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. and i was on time for my maths paper the 1st day. but today i entered the freakin' wrong class #@%!%@#$@!$#! malu like COW man. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; in my life i would imagine me being such a noob wth. lol. never. no. bloody hell it happened to me today &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happened fer maths lah. exam starts at 11.30, i woke up at 11.10 in Shah Alam. and Taylors is in Subang Jaya. &lt;em&gt;hallelujah!&lt;/em&gt; my dad rushed me to Subang, to College, and instead of asking him to pull by the guardhouse, i asked him to stop me at the sidegate which was nearer to the exam venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sidegate was locked wth. so i climbed over it and ran all the way to DR2. saw the door just &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; closed when i reached there. so i went up to it, opened it, and this were the 1st few words i heard: &lt;em&gt;"your reading time begins now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. wasn't late nor early. but betul betul &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;on the dot&lt;/span&gt; hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as fer what happened today fer my ESL exam. it suppose to start at 8.00, i reached college at 7.45, when to MPH, didn't see my class name outside, went to gallery, didn't see it as well. went to &lt;em&gt;D+twenty+something&lt;/em&gt;, saw Ms Indra outside, told her i forgot the venue of my exam &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(hard to find carefree people like me)&lt;/span&gt; and guess what. she told me she can't remember too &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; and so i ran all the way down to the office to find out, went back up, and went in. to the &lt;strong&gt;WRONG CLASSROOM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opens door, told the teacher i'm from which class, and she said:&lt;em&gt; "oh behind there &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*points to the back*&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/em&gt; and so i walked. no farmiliar faces. made a u-turn back. all eyes on me. teacher asked again,&lt;em&gt; "which class you're from again?"&lt;/em&gt; to cut the stupid story short, my class wasn't there. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-"&lt;/span&gt; exited the room feeling so.. good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, turn out my exam venue was the class Ms Indra was standing outside &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and she didn't know. heh.)&lt;/span&gt;. so near yet so far. btw, i made it before reading time despite the stupendency i went thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay wat else. oh. i had chemistry test today yay. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i'm leaving it there before i break my keyboard.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;bio tmr. physics on friday. piff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing i notice near my exam seasons is stupid insects always like to kacau me. in other words, stupid insects suiciding. no photos taken as they're. too. yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered for common test 1, a big fly was buzzing around me while i was trying to read mah physics, so i took a pillow, slapped that buzzer. it flew and hit the ceiling &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; and fell on the floor. demobilized and all. and me being so stressful and sadistic, took a lighter &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i always carry one with me for self defence)&lt;/span&gt; and fried it. went and study, got bored, fry it again. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ytd while studying fer chem&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; *breaks keyboard*&lt;/span&gt; lol. a mosuqitoe happily came, wanting to suck my blood. wait, before i continue, i don't understand that people that says to mosquitoe&lt;strong&gt; SUCK MY BLOOD&lt;/strong&gt; actually exist in this world until i knew &lt;em&gt;xxxxxxx &lt;/em&gt;anyways thats a different story. so came the mosquitoe, tried to kill it my clapping it in between my hands &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thats what environmentalist do, cuz they're against Shieldtox&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; i missed. but the mosquitoe ended up on the floor &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; dunno why. so i burned it hee. then came the second mosquitoe, yes i killed it this time. burned its remains as well. and i found myself saying 'double kill' &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-.-" &lt;/span&gt;then guess what, saw a third mosquitoe, went to it, smacked it, and missed. but it ended up on the floor as well, which i really dunno why. so mah burn it lorh. so yeah. triple kill &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh i'm actually talking about mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyanyanyanyways, todays the Champion's League Final. Regardless to say we know blues the winner. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(say it fast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SDRTTxQBu8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/EgE-7DJ-lrY/s1600-h/Ballack.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202875068622945218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SDRTTxQBu8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/EgE-7DJ-lrY/s400/Ballack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;watch &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. neways. lazy to go on. chao fer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; joel han, if Chelsea wins, thats my birthday gift to you. but if Man Utd wins, nah, better not talk nonsense lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7836433705499679425?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7836433705499679425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7836433705499679425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7836433705499679425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7836433705499679425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/05/insects-are-suicidal-suicidal-suici.html' title='insects are suicidal. suicidal. suici...'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SDRTTxQBu8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/EgE-7DJ-lrY/s72-c/Ballack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7644280572664413069</id><published>2008-05-17T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T07:07:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeyou Seeoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was Seo's Farewell. He left incompetent SAM for STPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAM = STPM&lt;br /&gt;Hence, A=TP&lt;br /&gt;Adenosine Triphosphate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. i think its too clear for G7 that their class rep is really lame. with all the e=mcsquare (cant find the 2 for the square) to pranking the whole class all at once to i dunno la, lots more lame stuff. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G7, could yall send me some photos abt seo's farewell? =P forgot to bring me cam on that day heh. yes, i wanna blog abt seo if thats what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the photos are in my com, this post will be left like that lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s : i'll be back fer editing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7644280572664413069?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7644280572664413069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7644280572664413069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7644280572664413069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7644280572664413069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/05/seeyou-seeoo.html' title='Seeyou Seeoo'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4718108153866138393</id><published>2008-05-08T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:22.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that i do (that make you go zomg!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lately. no, not lately. i don't know whats wrong with me. or rather this brain of mine. apart from the fact that i forget stuff &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but not ppl's names)&lt;/span&gt; so easily, i'm accident prone and careless in so many other ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the list of smart things i did in life so far. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(note that this is a post worth dying for.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oh. also note that there is no top stupidest thing whatsoever. because. when you're ryan. everything you do IS the stupidest.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#1 Breaking a bottle of thinner in your bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;procedure:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.put thinner in bag when you're in a rush&lt;br /&gt;2.walk around with bag on&lt;br /&gt;3.when you reached tiredness, throw bag on floor&lt;br /&gt;4.rest on sofa for 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;5.stand up in freak mode&lt;br /&gt;6.open the bag an say &lt;em&gt;#@$@^%#$*#^&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.throw broken thinner bottle away&lt;br /&gt;8.clean books &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(30 minutes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;note:&lt;/span&gt; that the cleaning part is 6 times longer than all procedures before it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#2 Going for physic test without your calculator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;procedure:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.get cheated into signing up for SAM at taylors&lt;br /&gt;2.go to pure science &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(must take physics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.learn and study physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.when ready, sit for test at MPH&lt;br /&gt;2.walk in hall&lt;br /&gt;3.sit at appointed place&lt;br /&gt;4.take out stationaries required&lt;br /&gt;5.look around and notice people have calculators&lt;br /&gt;6.enter freak mode&lt;br /&gt;7.turn behind and ask for spare&lt;br /&gt;8.thank God there is spare. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and for lindley)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#3 Playing badminton with price tag in pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;procedure:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.go to sports shop and buy new pants&lt;br /&gt;2.go to badminton court&lt;br /&gt;3.wear new pants&lt;br /&gt;4.play life out&lt;br /&gt;5.sit in accomplice's car&lt;br /&gt;6.reach accomplice's house&lt;br /&gt;7.get out of car&lt;br /&gt;8.feel something up your.. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.put hands in pants&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (the rear part)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.pull out weird stuff&lt;br /&gt;11.look around to see no one saw the price tag&lt;br /&gt;12.throw price tag away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;13.laugh like a nerd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;note:&lt;/span&gt; #2 and #3 happened in the same day. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#4 Getting sexually harrassed in college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;procedure:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.obtain a liverpool fan maths lecturer&lt;br /&gt;2.obtain a chelsea jersey/shirt&lt;br /&gt;3.watch chelsea beat liverpool &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(as usual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.walk in class the next day with Chelsea shirt on&lt;br /&gt;5.put hand over teacher's shoulder and smile&lt;br /&gt;6.sexual harrassment will occur automatically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;note:&lt;/span&gt; i manage to defend myself and kept my dignity and virginity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;#5 Inflicting ulcer on gums and inner-lip &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(self)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;procedure:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.obtain a badminton racquet and a shuttlecock&lt;br /&gt;2.hit shuttlecock against wall with racquet vigorously&lt;br /&gt;3.make sure hand movements are wide&lt;br /&gt;4.hit lips with racquet due to wide hand movements&lt;br /&gt;5.stone for few seconds&lt;br /&gt;6.don't shout because pain is overwhelming due to the big force&lt;br /&gt;7.squeeze a few tears from eyes instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;note:&lt;/span&gt; i didn't play badminton for a month. its only natural for accidents to happen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah. i think you had enough d. if i were to go on some more, you would go beyond zomg! and will not be fwens with me. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. tmr. or rather, &lt;em&gt;one minute from now&lt;/em&gt;, is teachers' day. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(note apostrophe after s)&lt;/span&gt; without which i won't:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;break thinner bottle in bag&lt;br /&gt;stay back until 7pm++ in college&lt;br /&gt;draw mugs&lt;br /&gt;wrap mugs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;draw &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; mugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wrap &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; mugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exercise with Faye around SS15 to SS14 and then to SS15 again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emcee for&lt;br /&gt;conduct games for&lt;br /&gt;panic for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay lar. maybe the exercise part wasn't that bad. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(eh what am i saying.)&lt;/span&gt;urgh. tired. happy teachers' day. wear blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SCMlVwfAEiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0wXbkJcnStY/s1600-h/shi-ting.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198039450638094882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SCMlVwfAEiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0wXbkJcnStY/s400/shi-ting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;chinese call it qi ting. but english calls it shiting. condemned toiletrolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; uncle say that me and Faye look alike/ like siblings. &lt;em&gt;of all people to compare to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4718108153866138393?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4718108153866138393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4718108153866138393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4718108153866138393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4718108153866138393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/05/things-that-i-do-that-make-you-go-zomg.html' title='Things that i do (that make you go zomg!)'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SCMlVwfAEiI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0wXbkJcnStY/s72-c/shi-ting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-3749502152288951663</id><published>2008-05-05T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T05:45:37.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will less, or willess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;warning! preachy post ahead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;f don't want to see me in a different way, you may leave. if you want to see me as in am. read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Awakening&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not easy. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not easy at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see what you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your emotion's surrendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your soul longing for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt so right to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its &lt;em&gt;not easy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can one live a little will less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or completely willess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be will less,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you surrender &lt;em&gt;by choice&lt;/em&gt;. by will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be &lt;em&gt;willess&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you surrender your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say dead people are dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be dangerous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Philippians 1:21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;John 12:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most assuredly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it produces much grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it even possible to reach that level. i don't know bout you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm going for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;em&gt;willess&lt;/em&gt; i may be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as&lt;em&gt; dead&lt;/em&gt; i may be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just take my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thine's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-3749502152288951663?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/3749502152288951663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=3749502152288951663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3749502152288951663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3749502152288951663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-less-or-willess.html' title='will less, or willess.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-2048735146395371626</id><published>2008-05-01T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:23.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chelsea 3 - 2 Liverpool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel like an online score reader lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't help not talking bout the match. i stayed up just to watch it, an slept at around 5.30 in the morning. and woke up at 5 in the evening lol. i is rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the match was awesome lah. the extra time part was the most thrilling part as &lt;em&gt;3 goals came from just a short period of 30 minutes.&lt;/em&gt; it was intense match yesterday between Chelsea and Liverpool. 5 goals were scored - 2 in the duration of 90 minutes, and another 3 from extra time. here's something i picked up from times online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;5 Amazing semi-final moments (Tom Dart):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;John Arne Riise scores a late own goal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many dream of scoring in front of the Kop, though those fantasies do not go quite like this. The defender’s second own goal of the season in the 95th minute of the first leg changes the tie and is a moment of pure comedy horror, when “whack it into row Z” somehow becomes “head it into the top corner”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Michael Essien's goal is disallowed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea are celebrating and even the scoreline on television has changed to 2-1 in the second half, but the officials have other ideas, eventually. The assistant referee has his flag raised and Drogba is penalised for blocking Reina’s view while standing in an offside position in front of the Liverpool goalkeeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frank Lampard scores emotional penalty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;His mother has passed away six days earlier, Ballack has scored the winner from the penalty spot in the league four days before, yet Lampard takes the ball from the German, who has been brought down by Hyypia (what is it with Liverpool’s Scandinavian defenders?) and coolly slots the ball home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195378792749913522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBmxfFd01bI/AAAAAAAAAck/1aMApeheJ6s/s400/lamps" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tribute to pat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Torres is taken off&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 31 goals this season and Liverpool needing to score as the clock ticks down, you might think that Benítez will replace his star striker only in the event of a truly dire injury, such as decapitation by a runaway combine harvester. Yet it is Torres, right, the Spain forward, not a defender, who is replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Petr Cech is beaten by Ryan Babel&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after exhorting his team-mates to show more focus, the normally faultless goalkeeper fails to stop the Liverpool substitute’s firm but speculative long-range shot, caressing it into his net and causing an orgy of mass nail-biting among Chelsea fans who have just started to party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. it was something for Chelsea's manager Avram Grant also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBmxfFd01cI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5gEXoIJvIQw/s1600-h/grant+lol.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195378792749913538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBmxfFd01cI/AAAAAAAAAcs/5gEXoIJvIQw/s400/grant+lol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He must've prayed hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways. the only thing i wasn't happy about in the whole match was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Petr Cech letting in the goal from Ryan Babel&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; so much for being on guard. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBmxfld01eI/AAAAAAAAAc8/IJY5ZrhcJhQ/s1600-h/moscow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195378801339848162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBmxfld01eI/AAAAAAAAAc8/IJY5ZrhcJhQ/s400/moscow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;moscow awaits &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, not much update on life. its routine and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. engrish pic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBm3Ald01fI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6y5SiCYA9VQ/s1600-h/kids-swear.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195384865833670130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBm3Ald01fI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6y5SiCYA9VQ/s400/kids-swear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear its true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; see vid? i didn't complain about SAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pp/s :&lt;/span&gt; SAM sucks!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(couldn't contain it. sorry lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-2048735146395371626?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/2048735146395371626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=2048735146395371626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2048735146395371626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2048735146395371626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/05/chelsea-3-2-liverpool.html' title='Chelsea 3 - 2 Liverpool'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBmxfFd01bI/AAAAAAAAAck/1aMApeheJ6s/s72-c/lamps' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-7171787780022686961</id><published>2008-04-28T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:24.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want the champion's cup. no excuses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;good news :&lt;/span&gt; common test is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;bad news :&lt;/span&gt; mid-year test is just 3 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;rant :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahh. why did i choose SAM. omgosh, i just noticed that almost everypost i published is a freaking rant about SAM. shall just shut up and not be so complaintive from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay times up. &lt;strong&gt;DAMN YOU SAM!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. had my maths test today, the last torture of CT2. it was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*dieded*&lt;/span&gt; yeah. that bad, cuz who ask me not to study properly fer the entire CT2. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i &lt;s&gt;shall leave my feminine side now and just guy&lt;/s&gt; talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what happened lately. i've lost my ability to count after one when it comes to keeping score in football.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBXh-Fd01YI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QfBMwKQYyuY/s1600-h/saviour.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194306201977148802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBXh-Fd01YI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QfBMwKQYyuY/s400/saviour.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;number &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;contrary to many beliefs. number 13 does bring good luck once in awhile. xD unless you're someone lifeless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*ahem*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been waiting for a time like this to rub it in all the Manchester United's fan's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. here's what the news read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ballack's first goal came off a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;well-flighted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; cross from Drogba in the final minute of the first half, giving Chelsea a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well-deserved&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;halftime lead against a United side that &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rarely threatened&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rare blunder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by the usually solid Ricardo Carvalho handed United an equalizer in the 57th when his back pass put Wayne Rooney in the clear. A draw would have put the Red Devils in sight of their second title in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea's penalty came when Carrick met a cross from Michael Essien, with the ball hitting his arm. Referee Alan Wiley at first appeared to indicate it was not handball but his linesman flagged that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Several United players ran toward the official to argue the decision but the referee pointed to the spot and Ballack stayed calm before powering the kick past Van der Sar for a winner that Chelsea &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;deserved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE ASSOCIATED PRESS&lt;/em&gt;, n.d. viewed on April 28 at http://www.sportsnet.ca/soccer/2008/04/26/chelsea_united_saturday/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is what happen when you take SAM. you learn to cite for every single thing you read that isn't yours.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(its a sad world that we're leaving in, sad to say.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm. after reading what they say, i guess i don't really need to be a Chelsea fan to say that the editor is&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; well-deserved&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be a Chelsea fan too haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;random :&lt;/span&gt; Raj was suppose to &lt;em&gt;NOTcome for college&lt;/em&gt; for a week since Man Utd lost. as usual, he lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. anyways. Chelsea's been really lucky for the past few big matches. i do hope they carry on their form lol. next game at Stamford Bridge. they better make sure they whooop liverpool's butt haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh on a random note. i really like Chelsea, but i hate their coach. Avram Grant. dahlah beat Man Utd d still wanna bising say &lt;em&gt;''they can't handle the pressure thats why they lost. and they might even lose to Wigan and West Ham.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth? are all the jews in the world as lost as him? i personally think he needs to take &lt;em&gt;'howtoshutyourmouth 101 class'&lt;/em&gt; before he embarass himself. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think i've enough bout bitching bout other &lt;em&gt;inferior and incompetent clubs&lt;/em&gt;. sorry. couldn't resist myself. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a pair of these by Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBXna1d01ZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/IAYYxXA1BCA/s1600-h/i+want!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194312193456526738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBXna1d01ZI/AAAAAAAAAcU/IAYYxXA1BCA/s400/i+want!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my babies. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*eyes sparkle*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;can't wait for Friday hahaha. but first, i need someone to teman me go buy them. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; anyone wanna follow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;reason's you should follow me out for shopping:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- i shop like a girl because its &lt;em&gt;economical &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm an extremely boring person because &lt;em&gt;you're not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'll talk to you about football &lt;em&gt;until you ditch me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i use the stairs in shopping malls because &lt;em&gt;lifts are satanic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i only go to sports shops because it &lt;em&gt;smells sporty there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i only eat after i'm happy with my goods or i'll &lt;em&gt;suffer from regret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't think of anymore. but i'm sure that these reasons are &lt;em&gt;priceless&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engrish pic of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBXteVd01aI/AAAAAAAAAcc/de8l9TERLqI/s1600-h/no-kicking-of-balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194318850655835554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBXteVd01aI/AAAAAAAAAcc/de8l9TERLqI/s400/no-kicking-of-balls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lol. you can do it in M'sia tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i don't have to take M'sian Studies. nyahahahahahahaheeeehiakkk. bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-7171787780022686961?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/7171787780022686961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=7171787780022686961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7171787780022686961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/7171787780022686961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-champions-cup-no-excuses.html' title='i want the champion&apos;s cup. no excuses.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SBXh-Fd01YI/AAAAAAAAAcM/QfBMwKQYyuY/s72-c/saviour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5474888189558801440</id><published>2008-04-23T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:24.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored. demotivated. backache.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SA8jtVd01WI/AAAAAAAAAb8/CH3KZXNuOu8/s1600-h/terminating-machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192408157144798562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SA8jtVd01WI/AAAAAAAAAb8/CH3KZXNuOu8/s400/terminating-machine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Public Bank : our latest service! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;very bored now. tired of studying. excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only 2 things that made my crappy day today was &lt;em&gt;'yes that One'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;john arne riise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SA8m1Fd01XI/AAAAAAAAAcE/XCHQ4dd3aEU/s1600-h/riiseog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192411588823668082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SA8m1Fd01XI/AAAAAAAAAcE/XCHQ4dd3aEU/s400/riiseog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;thank you.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Drogba looks like a r-tard wth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chelsea better win at home. or i'll convert into a derby county hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i want red F30. sponsor me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-5474888189558801440?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/5474888189558801440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=5474888189558801440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5474888189558801440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5474888189558801440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/04/bored-demotivated-backache.html' title='bored. demotivated. backache.'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SA8jtVd01WI/AAAAAAAAAb8/CH3KZXNuOu8/s72-c/terminating-machine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-892127365973520670</id><published>2008-04-17T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:24.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i (silenced h)ATE chemistry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow is chemistry test. test is on everybody's favourite chapter - organic chemistry. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this post is so juvenile lol. and i should be studying. but the thought of Mr Yap just.. oh nvm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;picture of that day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190222312421999986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SAdfsbU4RXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UfKoR9ipTLA/s400/please-wail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;yes! i wail wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i think girls that fix cars are hot. but i've &lt;em&gt;yet&lt;/em&gt; to find one yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-892127365973520670?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/892127365973520670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=892127365973520670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/892127365973520670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/892127365973520670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-silenced-hate-chemistry.html' title='i (silenced h)ATE chemistry'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SAdfsbU4RXI/AAAAAAAAAb0/UfKoR9ipTLA/s72-c/please-wail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5744394209792441582</id><published>2008-04-15T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:26.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>art thou england powderful enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;let me tell you my latest obsession - reading stuff at engrish.com! &lt;em&gt;it makes me happy, when skies are grey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATVxbU4RSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/HfCcuTB44iM/s1600-h/canedvegetarian.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189507715763291426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATVxbU4RSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/HfCcuTB44iM/s400/canedvegetarian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;vidhya oh vidhya, i told you not to promote vege in that cannibal's village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATVxrU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZxbsP2P7Kjo/s1600-h/CDCover.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189507720058258738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATVxrU4RTI/AAAAAAAAAbU/ZxbsP2P7Kjo/s400/CDCover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; this is what you get for bombing hiroshima and nagasaki. nyek nyek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATVx7U4RUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7SCVicbLjn8/s1600-h/carefully-fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189507724353226050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATVx7U4RUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7SCVicbLjn8/s400/carefully-fall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; in china, falling into the river is not only planned, but executed with care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATXILU4RVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/fB7g6bT7QZk/s1600-h/gentlemen.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189509206116943186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATXILU4RVI/AAAAAAAAAbk/fB7g6bT7QZk/s400/gentlemen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;damn the feminists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATXorU4RWI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Nt9p_vYELMY/s1600-h/not-feel-well-get-drunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189509764462691682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATXorU4RWI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Nt9p_vYELMY/s400/not-feel-well-get-drunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; like i said. japs have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; all my post from today onwards will have a random engrish pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-5744394209792441582?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/5744394209792441582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=5744394209792441582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5744394209792441582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5744394209792441582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/04/art-thou-england-powderful-enough.html' title='art thou england powderful enough?'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/SATVxbU4RSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/HfCcuTB44iM/s72-c/canedvegetarian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-2962314921365451035</id><published>2008-04-13T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:36:10.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pass me by please</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how i wish these 2 coming weeks could be &lt;em&gt;fast forwarded.&lt;/em&gt; why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i won't have to hand in my crappy looking assignments.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(note that is bloody &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;plural&lt;/span&gt;. yay.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 85%; FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i won't have to sit for&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; common test 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i won't have to attend some career and employment fair thing at tbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i won't have to set up a booth for people that wanna join futsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i won't have to think how to survive &lt;em&gt;all of the above that happens in the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;lol. welcome to &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; SAM's life.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i no longer have one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i came up with a graph for &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;workload in SAM&lt;/span&gt;. here are some &lt;em&gt;interesting&lt;/em&gt; characteristics about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- graph of workload (y) against time (x)&lt;br /&gt;- gradient incresases drastically&lt;br /&gt;- graphs pass through points (0,1)&lt;br /&gt;- exist only above x-axis&lt;br /&gt;- convex for all x values&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what graph am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.berkeleyscience.com/images/image34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.berkeleyscience.com/images/image34.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;logistic?&lt;/em&gt; i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the 3rd point. is says graph passes through points (0,1). in other words, the moment you joined SAM, there is an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;existant workload&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; already. dammit,&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Taylors cheated me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i think i won't have time to post entries for the&lt;em&gt; next 2 weeks&lt;/em&gt;. i'll be either nerding like a cow or eating grass like a cow due to stress. but even if i do blog, it'll be something like &lt;em&gt;'omg chemistry is *died*'&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;'maths is ^$#@#@%^$#@'&lt;/em&gt; or any of the like. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i think i've nothing more to say. so i'll sing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(lol wth?)&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Absolutely (Story Of A Girl)" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looked so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how many days in a year&lt;br /&gt;She woke up with hope&lt;br /&gt;But she only found tears&lt;br /&gt;And I can be so insincere&lt;br /&gt;Making her promises never for real&lt;br /&gt;As long as she stands there waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes&lt;br /&gt;Now how many days disappear&lt;br /&gt;When you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;So how do you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clothes never wear as well the next day&lt;br /&gt;And your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how many lovers would stay&lt;br /&gt;Just to put up with this&lt;br /&gt;Every day and all day&lt;br /&gt;Now how did we wind up this way&lt;br /&gt;Watching our mouths for the words that we say&lt;br /&gt;As long as we stand here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose&lt;br /&gt;Now how do we get there today&lt;br /&gt;When we're walking too far for the price of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clothes never wear as well the next day&lt;br /&gt;And your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's pretty face she hid from the world&lt;br /&gt;and while she looks so sad and lonely there&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a - girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looked so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(i remembered posting this song in my old blog. but that was 2 years ago lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i've been see-ing alot of the number &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; lately. wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-2962314921365451035?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/2962314921365451035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=2962314921365451035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2962314921365451035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2962314921365451035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/04/pass-me-by-please.html' title='pass me by please'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-3329945488216269308</id><published>2008-04-07T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:26.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we all live in a yellow submarine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R_oNK3rjwLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ChDFINTvMYM/s1600-h/submarine.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186472401267048626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R_oNK3rjwLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ChDFINTvMYM/s400/submarine.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; submarine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yay. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;chem practical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tomorrow. wanted to post a longer post, but i'm really too tired to complete it. so i'll just post some random non-sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i wanna watch movie. anyone wanna go out soon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; unfortunately i'm l.o.a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-3329945488216269308?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/3329945488216269308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=3329945488216269308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3329945488216269308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/3329945488216269308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-all-live-in-yellow-submarine.html' title='we all live in a yellow submarine'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R_oNK3rjwLI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ChDFINTvMYM/s72-c/submarine.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-8352170455142902755</id><published>2008-04-05T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:26.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dued grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;guess what. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my com is back. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and so is my internet. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but then guess what again. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've common test in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; less than 2 weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and i've projects that is dued on the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;same day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as them. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;therefore, hallelujah!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;why la SAM why. neway, noticed i haven't post any picture of my classmates. so i stole this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R_eF0HrjwII/AAAAAAAAAac/oV7V4QRDXds/s1600-h/g7+babeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185760626401853570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R_eF0HrjwII/AAAAAAAAAac/oV7V4QRDXds/s400/g7+babeh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;can you see joanne? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the si pendek behind everybody lol.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways. these are my beloved classmates. without them, i'll probably &lt;s&gt;die&lt;/s&gt; be in a better place. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt; i'll post about each of them one day. by 'them' i meant the closer ones to me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i just remembered. i owe jack a freaking burger. lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; bittersweet &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-8352170455142902755?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/8352170455142902755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=8352170455142902755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8352170455142902755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/8352170455142902755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dued-grace.html' title='my dued grace'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R_eF0HrjwII/AAAAAAAAAac/oV7V4QRDXds/s72-c/g7+babeh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4869055617750816476</id><published>2008-03-31T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T01:09:12.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all the sad songs ain't so sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;''The Glass Ceiling''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Merriam Webster’s online dictionary, glass ceiling is a noun that means :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an intangible barrier within the hierarchy of a company that prevents women or minorities from obtaining upper-level positions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah. thats what i'm going to talk about tomorrow with teacher. SAM sux.&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. was playing around my thumbdrive recently, and i heard this super old song. the last i heard it was during my SPM time. it was Butch Walker's mixtape. then i got addicted to it. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Mixtape"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say hello, inside I'm screaming I love you&lt;br /&gt;You say goodnight, in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeping next to you&lt;br /&gt;You drive away from my car crash of a heart&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you gave me the best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the bad songs ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was so much more than that&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk to him, and it burns me like the sun&lt;br /&gt;You talk to her, and you say that you feel like he's the one&lt;br /&gt;I talk to me, but you can't hear the pain I feel&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you gave me the best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the sad songs ain't so sad&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that there was more than that&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Jambatan]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't turn around and say bye again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it crushes my head when you call me&lt;br /&gt;Your friend and I'm not the same person&lt;br /&gt;From back in the day in the back of the class&lt;br /&gt;That you thought was gay&lt;br /&gt;No I can't find the words cause I lost them&lt;br /&gt;The minute they fell out of my mouth&lt;br /&gt;And it's love and I'm in it, so give me your lips&lt;br /&gt;And just let me kiss 'em&lt;br /&gt;And let's get messed up and listen to probably...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best mixtape I have&lt;br /&gt;And even all the bad songs ain't so bad&lt;br /&gt;I just wish there was so much more than that&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;br /&gt;About me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;nothing much to update. kit finally left &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its okay. heh. neway, found out that if you eat too much iron, your face will turn black lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know how to be an indian now &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i've decided not to cut my hair for another 3 months. to stop me, cut it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=0&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4869055617750816476?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4869055617750816476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4869055617750816476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4869055617750816476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4869055617750816476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-sad-songs-aint-so-sad.html' title='all the sad songs ain&apos;t so sad'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-2519821177686998471</id><published>2008-03-24T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T00:51:19.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;its been awhile again. yes my internet is still &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;thing is, i &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; supposed to be at home resting, but here i am in college, blogging. and plus i'm on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;didn't attend class today anyway, must use my mc to the max mar. but the fact that i still had to come to college to do research on my projects later in the afternoon probably just makes me feel like i've wasted another academic day. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt; sh*t maybe i did. &lt;em&gt;(btw, mc = medical cert. in case you're really bodo.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;being sick on and off is really crappy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, as i was doing my research on microwave ovens&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(don't ask)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, i don't know how, i bumped into this phrase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ignorance a bliss'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;that made me think. is ignorance really a bliss? is it really a pleasure to be taken in not knowing what is going on? does it mean you have no responsibility? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the list of question goes on and on. but i realize that as humans, or rather christians, we cannot be ignorant. imagine giving an excuse to God when He were to ask you about certain things in your life, and all you can say is &lt;em&gt;'i don't know'. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and the reason behind the&lt;em&gt; i don't know&lt;/em&gt; is either you really don't know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; you didn't want to bear any responsibility in knowing about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;because in christian living, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;knowing means you have to do something about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, since i had some time after finishing my research, i actually googled&lt;em&gt; 'is ignorance really a bliss?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i amuse myself sometimes. because unlike most people &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, i actually treat google as a someone that i can ask &lt;s&gt;serious&lt;/s&gt; seriously silly things, and still get answers. thats why my searches in google usually has question marks lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, on top of the list was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblequestions.org/Archives/BQAR367.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.biblequestions.org/Archives/BQAR367.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;blibical&lt;/strong&gt; point of view summor lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kay. nothing to say d. &lt;em&gt;kits leaving this sunday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;no more chinkooteoh picture for another 2 years&lt;/em&gt; =((&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ignorance, i'll think i'll write a song about you. and how thick the ice you gave me. that i still can't find a way to melt it. so blissful&lt;/em&gt;. - its a part of a lyrics of the next top hits with &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my name&lt;/span&gt; as its author. woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and about the title for this post, why fever? because i'm having fever. since yesterday. since sunday. since the time i was acting on stage for the Easter play. maybe thats why it rocked. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i'm retiring for now tho. too much acting makes you fat. which is why nat is acting next round haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;piff. i &lt;em&gt;really reall really&lt;/em&gt; need more &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt;. and i &lt;em&gt;really really really&lt;/em&gt; need to be more &lt;strong&gt;disciplined&lt;/strong&gt;. maybe i'll make an equation and you can test it out for me to value its credibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;discipline = more unwasted time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;time = money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;more unwasted time = more unwasted money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;more unwasted money = more spare money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;which is a good thing. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(if proven correct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; i think i need to stop p/s-ing. anyway, i saw a book in MPH one day. the cover page is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;super EMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; weih. its title is &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'PMS'&lt;/span&gt;. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;fever! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-2519821177686998471?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/2519821177686998471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=2519821177686998471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2519821177686998471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/2519821177686998471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/03/fever.html' title='fever'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-4129026567192923924</id><published>2008-03-11T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:29.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my teenage 'homes'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;update. i'm in Drew's house now. and it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sucks&lt;/span&gt; not having internet at home. lol. home. anyways, heres my latest update &lt;em&gt;duhh&lt;/em&gt;. if you're lucky, it might appear in the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;STAR's r.age&lt;/span&gt;. IF &lt;em&gt;you're lucky lah&lt;/em&gt;. neways, enjoy :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say home is where your heart is, and where your heart is is also where you treasures will be. I could not agree more. These &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;10 pictures&lt;/span&gt; below could not have done a better job in illustrating my teenage homes, in non other than Subang Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j5kON6t3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/qCif8fwfY6w/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177162172349462386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j5kON6t3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/qCif8fwfY6w/s400/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to Subang Jaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j6oeN6t4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/wWidkPyNnE8/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177163344875534210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j6oeN6t4I/AAAAAAAAAY8/wWidkPyNnE8/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where school is a second home for teenage students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j6ouN6t5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/OzsQG2SkfO0/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177163349170501522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j6ouN6t5I/AAAAAAAAAZE/OzsQG2SkfO0/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And where the foundation of your future stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j8mON6t6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YNgvHGLlLZU/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177165505244084130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j8mON6t6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YNgvHGLlLZU/s400/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where the guys and girls used to hang out during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j8m-N6t7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/VBoYKyKn13s/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177165518128986034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j8m-N6t7I/AAAAAAAAAZU/VBoYKyKn13s/s400/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where you and i used to meet after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j8nON6t8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/HiSALANfq2s/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177165522423953346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j8nON6t8I/AAAAAAAAAZc/HiSALANfq2s/s400/6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where the guys used to play street-soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j-xeN6t9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/T-W38yIs1YI/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177167897540868050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j-xeN6t9I/AAAAAAAAAZk/T-W38yIs1YI/s400/7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where we used to (and still do) catch up with the girls for the latest movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j-x-N6t-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ppemel1tjqA/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177167906130802658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j-x-N6t-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ppemel1tjqA/s400/8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the many ‘whereabouts’ we used to play truants for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9kAQON6t_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/PFJrvqr_BPs/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177169525333473266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9kAQON6t_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/PFJrvqr_BPs/s400/9.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Where my treasures, my heart and my home will always be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9kAQeN6uAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Eex8t-gNjog/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177169529628440578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9kAQeN6uAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Eex8t-gNjog/s400/10.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Non other than my beloved &lt;s&gt;pkr!!&lt;/s&gt; Subang Jaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;end &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;edit :&lt;/span&gt; captions are below each photos. oh, and click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-4129026567192923924?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/4129026567192923924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=4129026567192923924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4129026567192923924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/4129026567192923924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-teenage-homes.html' title='my teenage &apos;homes&apos;'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R9j5kON6t3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/qCif8fwfY6w/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-5608908989556326088</id><published>2008-02-27T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:29.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. now i'm still at college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;no thats not really what i wanted to say. i can't believe i would actually resort to using the college's comp to blog. yeah, thats how bored you get after class with no transportation to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;no point going home. umm. as in, there is no internet connection. oh and the CPU is still like, fried? and 750 bucks to get it back just seems like a pure rip off lah. so there, no comp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;but i miss my comp. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;life is getting harder without it, i can't check whats in BB6 for nuts when i'm at home. i can't even type out a letter or some documents. i can't read my mail. worse of all i can't go online wth. yeah, but you know, what could get worse right. ohh wait i have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i have freaking maths test tomorrow HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its the last paper tho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so that explains why i'm feeling so stress-free now. that explains why i'm bored also lah. thats why i blog lorh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, remember i said in the previous pst that i would post a beeter entry to open this blog. i had second thoughts that told me to screw it. so yeah. i used a screwdriver and did it already. L.A.M.E. urgh. sorry its in-built.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;so. why choose&lt;em&gt; 'still'&lt;/em&gt; as my title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;well, basically just to describe how things are now. mostly they are settled down already, no more stress, no more drama and all that kinda stuff. life in college is good. so far. other than the workload i have before me &lt;em&gt;(physics + bio + chem + ESL(menyampah) + moral projects)&lt;/em&gt;, i still enjoy college. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;maybe i should update you a lil lah. you know about the speech thing i mentioned in the previous entry? amazingly, last minute stuff do get you somewhere, at least for me lah. to cut the long story sh&lt;em&gt;*cuts*&lt;/em&gt; i'm in the SAM student council. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;recently i got voted to be president for the futsal club. tho it was something that i wasn't really expecting, i'm still grateful for it lah. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=) &lt;/span&gt;thanks to junjun and dia punyer big mouth haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;other than college, i guess emotionally i'm pretty still. i think i've been like that since last december. dunno whether its a good thing or not anyway. i know that there were somethings that i wanted to settle so bad last time, but nothing ever worked out. and when i finally let it go, it worked out on its own, and now, the ball is in my court kinda thing. but, is it wrong if i don't kick it? should i be obligated on doing so? dunno lah. i just don't feel like doing anything. for now. probably most of you that just read this paragraph will go 'huh?' yeah. thats the reaction i was expecting anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kay. i'm kinda bored blogging d. i'll blog about one thing that makes me happy lah:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taylors cell is back again &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; and its definitely gonna be more happening this time since i'm in it for good. xD there. short and sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;chaos. lazy to make this post colourful. but here's a random pic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171601040852764674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R8U3vxARyAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5NSYzZmzFc8/s400/random.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the blur is coming back to taylors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;can't find other pics of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p/s :&lt;/span&gt; omg. i need to make a nice header. no comp! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;=(( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-5608908989556326088?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/5608908989556326088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=5608908989556326088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5608908989556326088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/5608908989556326088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/02/still.html' title='still'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R8U3vxARyAI/AAAAAAAAAYM/5NSYzZmzFc8/s72-c/random.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5274857739287810865.post-6826005069540599463</id><published>2008-02-17T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T10:46:29.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apa itu stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R7hd-xARx-I/AAAAAAAAAX8/tmpreK8tkf4/s1600-h/stress.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes i know this post will definitely suck as an opening post to this blog, but yeah i don't care. i'll just re-open the blog with a proper one on the next entry lah. if i feel the need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, so what about stress, and why talk about stress here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;#1 &lt;/span&gt;no one to talk to about stress. even if there is, they're tengah stressing on something else, and you do the math la. &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;stress + stress = 2stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;gahh i still got time to be lame lol. anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; since &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;e equals mc square&lt;/span&gt;. no thats not exactly what i wanna say. since everybody &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(e)&lt;/span&gt;, is &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(=)&lt;/span&gt; minding &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(m)&lt;/span&gt; their own business&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; (c square)&lt;/span&gt;, i just don't feel like ranting lah, cuz i'll make myself more feminine than i already am. shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway again, here's a picture to illustrate to you what a person would do when he has to give a speech the day after tomorrow to some audience, and at the same time must seat for his examination tomorrow which will contribute to his final examination result and has to think of ice-breaking game that is not so messy and has to think about points to do a workshop on Science vs God and to go for some more examintation on tuesday (hopefully it doesn't clash with speech hooray!) and wednesday and friday. oh, and the workshop is on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;YES i have no air to breathe. even if i do i don't feel like breathing. and yes, i'm hell outta of stressed out now. here's a sample of what i mean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167984583900252146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R7hemRARx_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/czbXhrUhXiI/s400/stress.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;click to enlarge. duhh.&lt;/span&gt; oh it can't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;piff. know wat? i don't know why i still have the time to blog about this when i have like &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;infinite infinite infinite &lt;/span&gt;much to do. maybe is a form of de-stressing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5274857739287810865-6826005069540599463?l=noplacelikerion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/feeds/6826005069540599463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5274857739287810865&amp;postID=6826005069540599463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6826005069540599463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5274857739287810865/posts/default/6826005069540599463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noplacelikerion.blogspot.com/2008/02/apa-itu-stress.html' title='apa itu stress'/><author><name>ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06983909614085900020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/TGG2_Wags2I/AAAAAAAAA1k/y2N3bYMsOvU/S220/wooootz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GWZYk1VQl8E/R7hemRARx_I/AAAAAAAAAYE/czbXhrUhXiI/s72-c/stress.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
