<?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-11895311</id><updated>2012-01-17T17:42:41.895+11:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Emo'/><category term='Interesting'/><category term='Layout'/><category term='Hobbies'/><category term='Ramblings'/><category term='MMORPG'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Happenings'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Crap'/><category term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>Tales of the Bamboo Grove - ٩(●̮̮̃•̃)۶ ٩͡[๏̯͡๏]۶ ٩|๏_●|۶ -</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5610402556618722829</id><published>2011-11-11T01:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T01:03:12.958+11:00</updated><title type='text'>The GAG Quartet - le Internet Medley (OVER 40 MEMES IN ONE SONG)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mghhLqu31cQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9Gag and memes have taken over my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5610402556618722829?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5610402556618722829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5610402556618722829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5610402556618722829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5610402556618722829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2011/11/gag-quartet-le-internet-medley-over-40.html' title='The GAG Quartet - le Internet Medley (OVER 40 MEMES IN ONE SONG)'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mghhLqu31cQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7673460709673357272</id><published>2011-06-27T06:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T06:46:58.212+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped.</title><content type='html'>Save me. I need something new in this life. This is an emo rant. I can't take this any much longer. I need to escape. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Learn from this, never repeat it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7673460709673357272?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7673460709673357272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7673460709673357272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7673460709673357272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7673460709673357272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2011/06/trapped.html' title='Trapped.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6442011650656055775</id><published>2011-05-12T05:32:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T05:56:23.803+10:00</updated><title type='text'>All Time Low</title><content type='html'>Hello world!&lt;div&gt;Been awhile. I was just re-reading my first ever blogpost and I must say this to myself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; "WTF DUDE?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;I think my grammar/English hasn't improved one bit since then though, because it was about then when I stopped reading, all I learnt in the past years were:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;LOLOL ROFLMAO PWNED WINNING EPIC FAIL TROLOLO&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sigh. And my life, as always, is in a terrible fucking mess. No joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the surface I might seem fine, but inside, all these shit happening. And some health problems, and uni problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SHALL COPE WITH THIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6442011650656055775?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6442011650656055775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6442011650656055775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6442011650656055775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6442011650656055775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2011/05/all-time-low.html' title='All Time Low'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-1517893052689945934</id><published>2010-12-28T06:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T06:45:24.449+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassin's Creed Brotherhood: Literal Trailer by Tobuscus</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GgIY6hW68rk?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funniest shit I've seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-1517893052689945934?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' 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I don't like this one bit. I need to really find my purpose and concentrate. How do people even do that in life? How do people end up successful? Do they really like what they do? What about people who are only mediocre at things they like? I know, I know, if you like it, you will keep doing/practicing it, but isn't there a limit in that? Passion can only bring you to a certain point, no?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But for now, home. I might have failed a subject, but I really CBF anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2957424459166473493?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2957424459166473493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2957424459166473493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2957424459166473493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2957424459166473493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/11/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-1027270190199785431</id><published>2010-11-17T15:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T15:46:02.247+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Furry Walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;They don't bring you down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/0VMpQX2cWiw/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VMpQX2cWiw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VMpQX2cWiw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-1027270190199785431?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1027270190199785431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=1027270190199785431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1027270190199785431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1027270190199785431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/11/furry-walls.html' title='Furry Walls'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-4787844054452020176</id><published>2010-11-14T16:13:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T16:13:04.647+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Shed a Tear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/HyJBnmO8O8o/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyJBnmO8O8o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyJBnmO8O8o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best. Parody. 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Are you coming to get me now?</title><content type='html'>Microblogging is taking over blogging, I suppose. Twitter and Tumbler works so much more efficiently. Sometimes I blog for the sake of blogging. I don't really know how to express how I feel via words.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Blogspot, what should I do with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess I'll just post some songs that I've been listening alot to lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcmKbTR--iA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RcmKbTR--iA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXJfQqoz4ys?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QXJfQqoz4ys?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5759103560588533430?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5759103560588533430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5759103560588533430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5759103560588533430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5759103560588533430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/11/can-you-hear-my-call-are-you-coming-to.html' title='Can you hear my call? Are you coming to get me now?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-4313635977605170829</id><published>2010-10-30T20:28:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T20:36:54.155+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Smile, it shows how strong you really are.</title><content type='html'>Almost November already.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I blogged it was my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much shit has happened since then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandmother passed away :(. Ironic that in my last post I mentioned no one relatively close to me has left me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was a horrible feeling. I thought I was okay when I first heard the news, took a flight back home the next day. I thought I would be strong, that I would take it like a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But upon reaching home, I broke down seeing all my relatives mourning and crying. I didn't imagine it to be this hard. I couldn't exactly bring myself to the coffin where my grandmother was laid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that was 2 months ago. I am in a much better shape compared to then. Am already back in Melbourne, and life just goes on. And Melbourne's weather isn't exactly helping. Sometimes a little too hot, sometimes too cold, sometimes its pouring like a bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, am looking forward to going home at the end of November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a new start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;RIP, Madam Tee Siew Poi, beloved grandmother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-4313635977605170829?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4313635977605170829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=4313635977605170829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4313635977605170829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4313635977605170829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/10/smile-it-shows-how-strong-you-really.html' title='Smile, it shows how strong you really are.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6167802562796594079</id><published>2010-08-03T04:01:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T05:12:17.825+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>21, but the world keeps on spinning.</title><content type='html'>I am officially 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what am I suppose to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried looking forward, to see my future, I squinted, yet everything is vague and fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I get greeted by terrible news on my birthday itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khai Jake's brother, Khai Ron, who is also Su Lynn's and Khai Ric's cousin, passed away in a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I met him before, or maybe I did in a club but I was intoxicated so I couldn't remember (because I met Jake in a club when he was celebrating Khai Ron's graduation), but I can't help but lie on my bed, motionless, thinking that someone very close to my friends, that a family member of my friends just passed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so young, just graduated, about to embark on a new chapter of his life, and had so much to do, but life just didn't turn out the way it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of August 2010 was a cold, wet and gloomy day in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing was, how am I going to celebrate my birthdays in years to come without thinking that, for all of Khai Ron's family and friends, this will be a sad day as they will be mourning the lost of their beloved family member / friend. I had this indescribable guilt within me the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought to myself, what if I passed away before my time has come? Before I manage to do anything significant in this world? Before I manage to put an impact into somebody's life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this might not sound serious, but it is really sad to see posts on a deceased person's Facebook wall. I have seen so many touching posts on a deceased wall before like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hi, it's been a year since you left, I hope you are well! I really miss you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And that really breaks my heart. I am somewhat thankful that his profile is private, and I am not his FB friend, because I cannot bear to see all of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short and unpredictable, how many times has this been said? That is why I need everyone to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, family, everyone I have ever met in my life, you have all affected my life in one way or another, and I might have been a sarcastic bitch/bastard to many of you, or I might have disappointed you, but I love you. Thank you all for being there for me throughout my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful and fortunate that up to now, I haven't lost any one really close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have mentioned this before in one of my previous post, but yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to end this really depressing post which has caused unexpected tears to roll down my cheeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Leong Khai Ron, I may never have known you in my life, but I hope you  are now resting in peace wherever you are. Wish I had known you =(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; And to all his family, I am terribly sorry for your loss, deepest condolences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6167802562796594079?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6167802562796594079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6167802562796594079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6167802562796594079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6167802562796594079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/08/21-but-world-keeps-on-spinning.html' title='21, but the world keeps on spinning.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-8513626845065622141</id><published>2010-05-02T18:25:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:32:28.867+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Refreshed!</title><content type='html'>I am puke-free since January 2008 no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday on the 30th of April 2010 I became a vomit breathing dragon T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even intend to get drunk =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no event going on and me and a couple of guys got into the club thru an empty guestlist line! So loser-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea I remembered at least 2 151 bombs, 2 abcs, whiskey coke, cowboy shots, and a truckload of champagne (shit doesn't seem like it's alot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the week before that we drank 4 nights in a row during Anzac weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a new liver for my birthday this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/2612962925_c935b0c639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/2612962925_c935b0c639.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-8513626845065622141?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8513626845065622141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=8513626845065622141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8513626845065622141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8513626845065622141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/05/refreshed.html' title='Refreshed!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/2612962925_c935b0c639_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6834184210288927601</id><published>2010-03-22T05:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T05:34:11.415+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Academy Award Winning Movie Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nFicqklGuB0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nFicqklGuB0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How every academy award winning movie's trailer seem to be! =D&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/11895311-6834184210288927601?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6834184210288927601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6834184210288927601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6834184210288927601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6834184210288927601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/03/academy-award-winning-movie-trailer.html' title='Academy Award Winning Movie Trailer'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-4427053157588106849</id><published>2010-02-26T02:35:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:47:55.203+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and over in down under.</title><content type='html'>So I'm now back in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is almost nostalgic, but I don't think I actually miss Melbourne that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I flew over to Sydney that afternoon for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm back, and very afraid of airplanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney was pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will prolly upload some pictures next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-4427053157588106849?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4427053157588106849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=4427053157588106849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4427053157588106849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4427053157588106849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/02/up-and-over-in-down-under.html' title='Up and over in down under.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-8759328764371410394</id><published>2010-01-31T03:28:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T04:21:47.686+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>The Last Lecture</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine posted a link to a video on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was entitled "The Last Lecture Before His Death" or something. I thought that it was a video of someone giving a lecture right before he dies in the middle of the lecture hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intrigued, I watched the 10-minute video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 10 minutes later and I achieved several epiphanies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking in a different perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was so interesting and mind blowing about that video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer in the video is Professor Randy Pausch. I'm no homo but I must say he had pretty good looks. He was brimming with energy and confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he started telling his story. Turns out he has been diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer, and has only 6 months of good health left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was so happy and cheerful! He looked so healthy! He even did several pushups on the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, how can someone, knowing that his days are limited to 6 months, be so full of himself and so optimistic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about achieving his childhood dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about how his parents enabled him to achieve his dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about how his football coach gave him a lesson in life he would bring to his grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talked about everyone who inspired him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything he said he was giving me a new perspective in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that video I managed to download his book, "The Last Lecture"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It covers very important life lessons, things that I usually overlook, the essence of time, achieving dreams, adventures,  etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also his autobiography, starting from how he was such a nerd when he was a kid, to how he got his doctorate and finally how he managed to marry the woman of his dreams and have three amazing children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also tells us how he tries to battle the cancer, how he run into metaphorical brick walls in his life, how he used to be an obnoxious, arrogant young adult, and how he handled these problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tells us how we should enjoy our life to the fullest even though we know our days are numbered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, it was a way to communicate with his children and wife. His children were too young to understand what he wants to teach them and what he wants them to do with their life. It was a way to show how much he loved them and cared about them. He wants them to know of what he has accomplished in his life, because children always needs reassurance that their parents did great things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Randy Pausch passed away in July 2008. He contributed much to computer science and virtual reality. He was also one of the forefathers of Alice, a software that teaches programming to children. He used to work as an Imagineer in Disney World. He was a superb lecturer and an even better family man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clubking.com/%7Ekuwaharamoichi/D2/archives/Randy%20Pausch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.clubking.com/%7Ekuwaharamoichi/D2/archives/Randy%20Pausch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I strongly suggest you watch the "The Last Lecture" videos and maybe even read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am doing a degree in digital arts, I deeply appreciate his contributions to the Virtual Reality, Building Virtual Worlds, Disney World and in programming. I wish I could meet him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://betterifyouwant.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/80307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 436px;" src="http://betterifyouwant.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/80307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-8759328764371410394?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8759328764371410394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=8759328764371410394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8759328764371410394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8759328764371410394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-lecture.html' title='The Last Lecture'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5484900933984090463</id><published>2010-01-20T22:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:49:50.147+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>If it wasn't for electricity, we'll be watching tv by candlelight.</title><content type='html'>Big Bang Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True Blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were my friends for the past 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being unproductive, omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was dull and boring. I had no directions, lost in my thoughts most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep myself in my apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of those closest to me get into relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being a lamp post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate love movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make it seem as though it's so easy to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how on earth does : "I looked into her eyes and thought "She's the one"" happen so easily?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are billions of women out there and "She's the one"? Thats 1/Billions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of fish out there in the sea and I'm probably in a run-down sampan using a twig as a fishing rod with a piece of stone as bait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5484900933984090463?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5484900933984090463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5484900933984090463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5484900933984090463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5484900933984090463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-it-wasnt-for-electricity-well-be.html' title='If it wasn&apos;t for electricity, we&apos;ll be watching tv by candlelight.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-4162634534550796211</id><published>2010-01-08T01:42:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:48:43.168+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>I think.</title><content type='html'>It's times like this that you feel like you're some sort of creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got owned, by food. Food poisoned me. Maybe it's how they avenge the other fellow food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquidy substance just came gushing out both ends of my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a vomit breathing dragon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just came to realise just how full of shit, literally, I am. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I watched Sherlock Holmes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty good though I wasn't feeling too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly thanks to the cast actually, the storyline was pretty linear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-4162634534550796211?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4162634534550796211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=4162634534550796211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4162634534550796211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4162634534550796211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-think.html' title='I think.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7932097684028247979</id><published>2010-01-03T19:03:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:54:38.945+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>A stream of glowing light shot up from the ground and illuminated the sky in a most fancy manner, accompanied by noise which very much sounds like a wheeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loud booming sound was then heard and that stream erupted into many streaks of multicoloured lights, diverging from the core into every direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sight was mesmerizing. Everyone looked up in awe as more fireworks painted the dark midnight sky with distinct bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments ago, thousands of people were just shouting out numbers in an orderly but reversed manner, starting from a "10".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it hit me. 'Tis already a new year, the year 2010. This is the year I hit 21 years of age, the year I legally become an adult, the year my mind supposedly "matures completely". I tried to recall how new years felt like being a non-adult, but it pretty much feels the same, maybe just a change in location and company. And the presence of alcohol. The fireworks were still as glorious as they were 10 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So am I supposed to live this year and every year onwards differently? Are there going to be major changes in my life? What does this year hold for me? Who knows? I might just die this year. Touch wood. One would never know. Life is unpredictable that way. Should we work super hard just to suddenly die whilst we are about to achieve it? Or should we do nothing with our lives because we know that we can just die anytime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans should have this grace period for the first 50 years of our lives where we don't die. If we were to die young it should've been made that we die when we were just ovums or sperms, not live 18 years of our lives and then poof. It is completely illogical. If there exists a higher being who created us, why would he see his creation die before they get to do anything substantial in their lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I decided not to have new year's resolutions. Of course, it is also because I never fulfill them anyway so it defeats the purpose of having resolutions. I want to lead a spontaneous life. I want to live at the moment. I don't want to make myself miserable to achieve something that last for maybe a year or two and then the world ends and humans go extinct or some crap like that. I want to live however I feel like, not living up to expectations. Or maybe because I'm lazy. But that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is complicated as it is already. We should just enjoy it while we can and accept death because ultimately it is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7932097684028247979?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7932097684028247979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7932097684028247979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7932097684028247979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7932097684028247979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6741746898507731335</id><published>2009-12-11T04:19:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T04:43:50.193+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Inconsistent</title><content type='html'>That's me. I am never consistent. I always blog for about 2 weeks before stopping for another 2 months or so then continue. Oh, like you don't already know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks at the moment. I have been back in Msia for almost 2 weeks now and have been doing the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamak&lt;br /&gt;Shen's house&lt;br /&gt;Movie somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super unproductive. And above it all many of my friends are interning now, making me look like this ultimate slacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don't enjoy what I'm doing atm but seriously so bum =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my results are also out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Distinction, Credit, Pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, the inconsistency. FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2010 I promise to myself would be a more productive year, because I can't go more unproductive than I already am hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when you hit rock bottom, the only way you can go is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with moar blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6741746898507731335?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6741746898507731335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6741746898507731335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6741746898507731335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6741746898507731335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/12/inconsistent.html' title='Inconsistent'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-1210585490021254035</id><published>2009-09-16T05:47:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T06:26:09.912+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>And I was complaining that life's too hard...</title><content type='html'>Currently in a very dejected and depressed state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored, and went around blog hopping. And I found out this guy Shobaan, an ex-WMS student, passed away on the 10th of September. Who knew reading blogs can make you this sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew Shobaan. I've never seen him before in my life. But yet, I felt as if I knew him. This connection. Reading blogs after blogs regarding his death almost made me tear. He seemed like a super fun fellow, sarcastic and witty, good at insulting, a joker, sleeps in class, a first class slacker that everybody loves. There was so much for him to do in this world. He's only been around for two decades but now he lies in a coffin, his soul looking down at all of us from somewhere up there. Pretty sure we would've been good buddies if we met, so rest in peace, Shobaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This never occurred to me; I never thought of handling a death of someone you know, at least not someone of the same generation. I'd always thought we all will live to tell stories to our grandchildren. I never imagined what would happen if we die, right now, at the mere age of 20, because this is only the beginning of our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And previously I was complaining about how I don't have the mood to go to university, how the assignments can take a toll on me. The hell is going on with me. I realised that we should all be thankful when the alarm clock wakes us up, instead of grumbling and thinking of the (maybe) unpleasant day ahead. Because we could have just died in our sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because by being alive we get to see others live their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because being alive lets us see the colours and beauty of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because being alive allows us to know that the emotions we feel are valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because being alive is, ultimately, God's gift to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too unpredictable. Cliche, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I hope my aunt, who has been diagnosed with cancer, will survive through this hard time in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay positive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-1210585490021254035?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1210585490021254035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=1210585490021254035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1210585490021254035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1210585490021254035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-i-was-complaining-that-lifes-too.html' title='And I was complaining that life&apos;s too hard...'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-8752614503811473321</id><published>2009-09-14T19:12:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:59:01.292+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.</title><content type='html'>They never stop. Until, about an hour or two past midnight. The trams, that is. One of the many reasons I like staying in my current apartment; trams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trams are so different from other public transports, I reckon. You don't have to wait too long before another one arrives to pick you up and zoom you into the buzz of the city. Whereas taking a train gives me an implication that it'll be a long journey. And most taxis deteriorates your nose and olfactory system. Buses, I rarely see them, at least in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can hop in and out of a tram whenever, no 20 minute rides before the next stop, no being tortured by the BO of the dude next to you for too long, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my apartment, I can clearly see the Melbourne Uni tram stop. Sometimes I get this strange bizarre feeling watching the many people rushing to and from work/university. I feel all psyched to go to uni and experience life with everyone else, knowing I'm not the only one going through this. Most of the time, though, I feel content sitting at home, looking at their miserable faces and I can't help but laugh at the shit they are going to face for the next 7 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then suddenly a thought struck me, why does it always seem like a bad thing, going to work/uni? Where did this mentality come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pondered more. The situation is so that most university students have actually no idea what they are studying, nor do they actually like the subjects they are doing. They are studying because mum and dad wants them to (at least to most Asians). They don't know how the subjects they learned will help them with their jobs. That's why most of them end up with jobs they don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about myself. I'm doing digital arts. I would much rather do this than engineering or commerce, but yet I get the "Shit I've got class tomorrow" feeling everytime. My parents were supportive in what I wanted to do, although they're both in business. Then where the fack did this feeling develop? Because I actually like my course! Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a lost soul wandering aimlessly looking for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of lost, I've been seeing signs along the roads of Melbourne saying "John come home; we forgive you; grandma is in heaven now; dad and mom forgive you" and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing, John accidentally killed his grandmother and ran away. Ah, how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an assignment due Thursday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-8752614503811473321?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8752614503811473321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=8752614503811473321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8752614503811473321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8752614503811473321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/if-world-didnt-suck-wed-all-fall-off.html' title='If the world didn&apos;t suck, we&apos;d all fall off.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7209266307838336900</id><published>2009-09-06T04:07:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T05:27:52.906+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Throw it away, forget yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coolbusinessideas.com/images/old-style-suitcase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.coolbusinessideas.com/images/old-style-suitcase.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll make the great escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out and see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take pictures with my trusty D60 (It's been rotting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.vizaginfo.com/gallery/ibusy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 288px;" src="http://www.vizaginfo.com/gallery/ibusy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna lose myself amidst a big city in the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.maailmatutuksi.fi/cultural/samibeduins/camels_desert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.maailmatutuksi.fi/cultural/samibeduins/camels_desert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna ride camels in the desert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifehack.org/wp-content/files/2008/02/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 280px;" src="http://www.lifehack.org/wp-content/files/2008/02/coffee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna drink coffee/ hot chocolate in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://busstop.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341cafa853ef01053700a08b970b-400wi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 322px;" src="http://busstop.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341cafa853ef01053700a08b970b-400wi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna build snowmans that last for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cruiselinefans.com/attachments/italy/3666d1132775783-venice-cruise-port-information-venice_gondola_bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 434px;" src="http://www.cruiselinefans.com/attachments/italy/3666d1132775783-venice-cruise-port-information-venice_gondola_bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna admire Venice in a gondola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/2023578-Bright_Lights_of_Vegas_at_night-Las_Vegas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 196px;" src="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/2023578-Bright_Lights_of_Vegas_at_night-Las_Vegas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna see the nightlife in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://japan-web-magazine.com/images/japan-sunrise5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 273px;" src="http://japan-web-magazine.com/images/japan-sunrise5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna watch the sunrise in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dcist.com/attachments/dcist_ian/2009_02_19_matador.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 247px;" src="http://dcist.com/attachments/dcist_ian/2009_02_19_matador.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna watch matadors bullfight in Spain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.couturecentral.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/colosseum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 258px;" src="http://www.couturecentral.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/colosseum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna see the Colosseum in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/2183436007_3a448ea556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 410px; height: 256px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/2183436007_3a448ea556.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna eat good food all around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/191526/joe-camel-beach-holiday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 229px;" src="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/191526/joe-camel-beach-holiday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna drink coconut by world famous beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mediabistro.com/unbeige/original/south_beach_limousine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 241px;" src="http://www.mediabistro.com/unbeige/original/south_beach_limousine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna drive around in a convertible in Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2101/2072051316_23e4ce7968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 397px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2101/2072051316_23e4ce7968.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna walk in the back-alleys of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://zuserver2.star.ucl.ac.uk/%7Eidh/apod/image/0704/aurora1_wikipedia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 405px; height: 346px;" src="http://zuserver2.star.ucl.ac.uk/%7Eidh/apod/image/0704/aurora1_wikipedia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanna see the aurora in Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hate travelling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being stuck in an aeroplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dislike aeroplane food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to the lavatories in planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, I wanna be able to teleport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/onlinestuff/snot/%7E/media/Images/content/snot/will_we_just_teleport%20jpg.ashx?db=master"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.sciencemuseum.org.uk/onlinestuff/snot/%7E/media/Images/content/snot/will_we_just_teleport%20jpg.ashx?db=master" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed my header and picture on the bottom right!&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/11895311-7209266307838336900?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7209266307838336900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7209266307838336900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7209266307838336900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7209266307838336900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/throw-it-away-forget-yesterday.html' title='Throw it away, forget yesterday.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2250/2183436007_3a448ea556_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-4908316168633441978</id><published>2009-09-01T15:36:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:21:08.544+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Everything's changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the good ol' high school days. 5 years of the same thing, with more funny wtf random moments every passing year. Friendships blossom incredibly fast when you're in high school. Even if you are in a new class, everyone seems to be everyone's good friend within a fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to that feeling of familiarity, that warm and close feeling whenever you enter a class. The feeling where people acknowledge you and knows who you are and which group you belong to in a typical class (i.e. the cool group, nerd group, slack group etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could've guessed how many things can change within a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I can never hope to be in an empty apartment sitting by the computer looking out the window watching people hopping on and off the trams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am, in an empty apartment sitting by the computer looking out the window watching people hopping on and off the trams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet I wear the same clothes. The same brown hoodie I brought with me from home, that bears signs of being over-worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying that goes "For things to change, I must change first".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it wrong to say that I've not changed? Then why is it that everything else has changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird how suddenly everyone you were, or at least you thought you were close to appear so distant to you. Now that's a change too, right? But I haven't been doing anything significant that is changing my lifestyle to any extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year, is that all it takes? 365 days and you feel completely different from 365 days ago. Oh god now I don't even know what I'm talking about. I think I'm contradicting myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-4908316168633441978?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4908316168633441978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=4908316168633441978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4908316168633441978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4908316168633441978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5091559639677530901</id><published>2009-08-25T18:51:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:53:15.718+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Far too long.</title><content type='html'>Been far too long since I blogged. I dunno why this keeps happening the hype just dies down after like a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, short one. I was reading jokes off the internet and I can't help but to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You know, they got a luggage store in the airport? A place to buy a piece of luggage? How late do you have to be for a flight where you're like, 'Fuck it - just grab a pile of shit. We'll get a bag at the airport'.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5091559639677530901?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5091559639677530901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5091559639677530901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5091559639677530901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5091559639677530901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/08/far-too-long.html' title='Far too long.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6176337107173397468</id><published>2009-05-01T04:16:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T04:19:40.066+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>And then there was silence...</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much alive, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like solitary moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives me ample time to make up stuff in my head, imagining a certain situation, thinking about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when I take out my toy, Shen Jin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying giler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like DotA-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sudden urge to do work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's so late I should sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajama party in Seven! Should I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I have to go buy a purple shirt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rufimy's birthday colour code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6176337107173397468?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6176337107173397468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6176337107173397468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6176337107173397468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6176337107173397468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-then-there-was-silence.html' title='And then there was silence...'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-1777522893048114425</id><published>2009-03-03T04:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T04:35:31.389+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Just because.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Beautiful Mess - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,&lt;br /&gt;And lift him back up again&lt;br /&gt;You are strong but you're needy,&lt;br /&gt;Humble but you're greedy&lt;br /&gt;And based on your body language,&lt;br /&gt;And shoddy cursive I've been reading&lt;br /&gt;Your style is quite selective,&lt;br /&gt;Though your mind is rather reckless&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it just suggests&lt;br /&gt;That this is just what happiness is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;It's like picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into knives&lt;br /&gt;And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction&lt;br /&gt;But I like being submerged in your contradictions dear&lt;br /&gt;'Cause here we are, here we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you were biased I love your advice&lt;br /&gt;Your comebacks they're quick&lt;br /&gt;And probably have to do with your insecurities&lt;br /&gt;There's no shame in being crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Depending on how you take these&lt;br /&gt;Words I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;It's like picking up trash in dresses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say&lt;br /&gt;Kind of turn themselves into blades&lt;br /&gt;And kind and courteous is a life I've heard&lt;br /&gt;But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt oh dear&lt;br /&gt;Cause here we are, Here we are&lt;br /&gt;Here we are [x7]&lt;br /&gt;We're still here&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful mess this is&lt;br /&gt;It's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through timeless words, and priceless pictures&lt;br /&gt;We'll fly like birds, out of this earth&lt;br /&gt;And times they turn, and hearts disfigure&lt;br /&gt;But that's no concern when we're wounded together&lt;br /&gt;And we tore our dresses, and stained our shirts&lt;br /&gt;But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered what people mean. When they put up a random title for a blog post and all they have is the lyrics to a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't know why I did it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-1777522893048114425?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1777522893048114425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=1777522893048114425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1777522893048114425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1777522893048114425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-because.html' title='Just because.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-9066506235963930178</id><published>2009-02-22T05:29:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:32:37.852+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Hug.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Over the past 2~3 days I've been seeing/hearing/doing this world alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello! Long time no see *hugs*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bye see you soon! *hugs*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sees someone in a club but the music is so loud so all you can do is wave, smile and give a hug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many many personal messages on MSN saying "Need a hug now" , or "would really appreciate a hug", or something along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia-Li's spastic "Huu-huuu-huuug".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shen telling me about Jay Son who always go "Bro, hug" while spreading his arms whilst lying in bed in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugging bolster/pillow to sleep. Okay I meant this one as a joke haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, this hugging thing has been pretty normal, at least to my social circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably something that comes together with a Hello or Goodbye. Something people do just as a courtesy or because its the norm nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for me, I believe hugs serve a better purpose. Something deeper. Like how swimming pools appear shallower than they are due to refraction, but when you add in all the calculations (light bending/ angle of refraction etc) you'll know its true depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by hugs alone, we can interpret many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I give or get a hug, I sort of get a hidden message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone gives you a long, tight hug it feels as if he or she says "Hey it's so good to see you, really glad to see you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it's like just some brief, half-hearted one then it explains "Yea okay whatever".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I cherish hugs! It makes life feel like there's more love and compassion in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say I give great hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you probably know why, cause there are feelings and a certain warmth and cosiness  that comes along with it  =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So watch the video below and be inspired! Props to Arif who told me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/11895311-9066506235963930178?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9066506235963930178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=9066506235963930178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/9066506235963930178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/9066506235963930178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/hug.html' title='Hug.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2686279657940283628</id><published>2009-02-21T05:04:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T05:06:23.767+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Vindicated</title><content type='html'>Finally, I see how things are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2686279657940283628?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2686279657940283628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2686279657940283628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2686279657940283628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2686279657940283628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/vindicated.html' title='Vindicated'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-9166865619621850068</id><published>2009-02-01T00:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:00:50.888+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ramblings'/><title type='text'>Sien Diao</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Haven't updated in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to show I'm still pretty much alive:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/funny-pictures-this-baby-panda-bids-you-hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 411px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/funny-pictures-this-baby-panda-bids-you-hello.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai!!&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;Then suddenly I realised what that picture looks like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zPYq51Fxws/SW1udQfeNzI/AAAAAAAAA04/DE1SwBR6P0w/s400/2225767029_c137f4bb6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zPYq51Fxws/SW1udQfeNzI/AAAAAAAAA04/DE1SwBR6P0w/s400/2225767029_c137f4bb6e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zPYq51Fxws/SW1udQfeNzI/AAAAAAAAA04/DE1SwBR6P0w/s400/2225767029_c137f4bb6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zPYq51Fxws/SW1udQfeNzI/AAAAAAAAA04/DE1SwBR6P0w/s400/2225767029_c137f4bb6e.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/funny-pictures-this-baby-panda-bids-you-hello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 223px;" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/funny-pictures-this-baby-panda-bids-you-hello.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesepie WTF Boon you skank homo copy my pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gambling luck for CNY is wtf sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of CNY went to Shen's place (BTW the whore came back for CNY for 1 week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost RM30 in Black Jack to Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday again lost RM30 to Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-9166865619621850068?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9166865619621850068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=9166865619621850068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/9166865619621850068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/9166865619621850068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/02/sien-diao.html' title='Sien Diao'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2zPYq51Fxws/SW1udQfeNzI/AAAAAAAAA04/DE1SwBR6P0w/s72-c/2225767029_c137f4bb6e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2666168317106149997</id><published>2009-01-26T19:54:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:03:55.115+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>Gong Xi Fa Cai everyone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☆╭┐┌╮☆°．﹒&lt;br /&gt;╭┘└┘└╮∴°☆°&lt;br /&gt;└┐．．┌┘───╮∴°&lt;br /&gt;╭┴──┤HAPPY ├╮&lt;br /&gt;│ｏｏ│牛YEAR │●°&lt;br /&gt;╰┬──╯  │ ∴°﹒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, its the year of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bluebison.net/sketchbook/2008/0108/chinese-ox.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 459px;" src="http://bluebison.net/sketchbook/2008/0108/chinese-ox.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moomoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean we should eat more beef or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm going back to Melbourne soon, who can resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.o-bento.com.au/images/gyu_tan_don.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://www.o-bento.com.au/images/gyu_tan_don.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An awesome bowl of Gyu-Tan Don? T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This delicious delicacy is found in Menya Ramen, Melbourne Central!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohno, I feel bad, first of all I'm not even supposed to eat beef. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me God but this tastes like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2666168317106149997?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2666168317106149997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2666168317106149997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2666168317106149997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2666168317106149997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-chinese-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year 2009!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2941138620303848252</id><published>2009-01-21T03:59:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T05:37:42.965+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>It's all about the movies</title><content type='html'>Yes, bumming makes you do the ultimate bum things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you're a bum when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You somehow end up staying at home everyday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You actually don't really mind staying at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if you're not home you're doing something unproductive like "yamcha" and pointless walking in the malls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walking up and down the stairs completes the exercise of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have a massage chair for a computer chair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your computer's on most of the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have an internet browser filled with Facebook tabs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You reply to walls and feeds/comments on Facebook within the minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have an internet browser filled with IMDB tabs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You search for new and high rated movies everyday, then buy DVDs to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have an internet browser filled with YouTube tabs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You watch every other video linked to the first YouTube video you watched.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your MSN has like a 100 contacts online but all you really do is chat with the girls (Hey at least im honest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You start updating your blog regularly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You procrastinate in everything supposedly important.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;The list goes on. But yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this bum decided to buy more "cheap" DVDs after hearing from Jay Son about this show called "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1010048/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slumdog Millionaire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first heard of it's name this came into my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYMYc0L88I/AAAAAAAAAJY/7ntbL1CaloU/s1600-h/slumdog+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYMYc0L88I/AAAAAAAAAJY/7ntbL1CaloU/s400/slumdog+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293432026212070338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hell yeah it's a rich dog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out the poster looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYMYtSbnZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lOYOSF6oMSM/s1600-h/3024045877_cd9a36a2bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYMYtSbnZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/lOYOSF6oMSM/s400/3024045877_cd9a36a2bc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293432030633893266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show, my dear readers (which I can probably count with 10 fingers) won the Golden Globe Awards 2009 (Meaning it's for 2008 shows) for Best Director, Motion Picture, Original Score and Screenplay. Holey Moley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Chinky will be like "WTF it's about indians how the f?" (Don't shoot me I'm not racist... well, "Everyone's a little bit racist" quote Avenue Q)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, the poster didn't really convince me. I mean I can probably do a better job with it. Looks like a cheap C grade movie if I didn't know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it was a pretty awesome show! Engages the audience (me at least) throughout the show. I will not spill too much out, so here's my summary of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slumdog Millionaire is about the story of Jamal Malik, an 18 year old orphan from the slums, who is about to win the "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire" game show, but got arrested by the police who suspected him to be cheating (because how would a slumdog know these stuff?) on the show. So as to prove his innocence he tells the story about his life, growing up in the slums, adventures on the road, and meeting his one true love.....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a very captivating story, but I don't see how it won Best Movie. I mean aren't there even better shows throughout the year? Personally I'll rate it 8.3/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, the show stars a beautiful Freida Pinto (... Freida... *uncomfortable* lol Cempakans you know why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYMYLVjhBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7Mw6udHhYSQ/s1600-h/pinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYMYLVjhBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7Mw6udHhYSQ/s400/pinto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293432021520188434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freida Pinto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find her looking very much like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYMYKPUggI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dTS82-rEjvc/s1600-h/dania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYMYKPUggI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dTS82-rEjvc/s400/dania.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293432021225603586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dania Ramirez (Maya in Heroes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Though Dania's boobs are heavier and confirm fake, but she looked so so so hot in Heroes Season 3! Ooo Season 3 Ended. Im waiting for Season 4 it's called Fugitives! Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, I also just watched Bolt! Super adorable show! Highly reccomended! Very cute twist in the beginning. 7.8/10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYUO9FqDyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cJ5hAmnerZY/s1600-h/bolt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYUO9FqDyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/cJ5hAmnerZY/s400/bolt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440659169611554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYUPAJTK6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4r2IwIHafNo/s1600-h/cutebolt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYUPAJTK6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4r2IwIHafNo/s400/cutebolt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440659990195106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awwwww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaand another recommended show is of course Ip Man! This show is the first show I watched in 2009. Awesome awesome. If you're into fighting, you MUST watch this. Also a film depicting the Chinese pride! WO SHI ZHONG GUO REN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYUO1WNEDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1LtqnuuLNPU/s1600-h/ipman_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYUO1WNEDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1LtqnuuLNPU/s400/ipman_poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293440657091530802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waa wtf long post. Haha. Won't be blogging anytime soon, I've still got other high rated shows like Seven Pounds and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button to watch! Heeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2941138620303848252?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2941138620303848252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2941138620303848252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2941138620303848252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2941138620303848252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-all-about-movies.html' title='It&apos;s all about the movies'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SXYMYc0L88I/AAAAAAAAAJY/7ntbL1CaloU/s72-c/slumdog+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7753167014225669684</id><published>2009-01-13T03:08:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T03:20:56.997+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Norwegian Recycling - How Six Songs Collide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/3JKKl95Ttrc" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="180" width="300"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=675705&amp;amp;speed=4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="181" width="318"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/n/norwegian_recycling/" target="_blank"&gt;Norwegian Recycling lyrics&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/n/norwegian_recycling/how_six_songs_collide.html" target="_blank"&gt;How Six Songs Collide lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been YouTubing alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can confidently say "YouTube, cure for boredom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very good mashup! Loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the part when Angela Ammon's - Always Getting Over You is mashed in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Was I not enough stimulation&lt;br /&gt;Hit by a brick the other day&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that I'm okay&lt;br /&gt;You didn't like my conversation&lt;br /&gt;I can't come up with something new&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;So here's my observation&lt;br /&gt;You could never see it through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too tired to try&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I can relate to this lyrics well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sidenote, I MISS CLAIRE, JIALI, RONALD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you shen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7753167014225669684?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7753167014225669684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7753167014225669684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7753167014225669684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7753167014225669684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/norwegian-recycling-how-six-songs.html' title='Norwegian Recycling - How Six Songs Collide'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-9165386302147866294</id><published>2009-01-10T18:53:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:49:22.765+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I dreamt.</title><content type='html'>I dreamt I was nose bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet I didn't want it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I tilted my head down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gushes of blood came waterfalling down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I felt relieved, as if I'm dropping off a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A burden I had within me for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I was relieved to know that I can still bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That there's still more to me than what's on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche, but I bleed just to know I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter, as if you'd care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-9165386302147866294?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9165386302147866294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=9165386302147866294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/9165386302147866294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/9165386302147866294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-dreamt.html' title='I dreamt.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7591701215968540024</id><published>2009-01-06T07:53:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:14:40.629+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Next plane home, or away?</title><content type='html'>My bitch (Not in any homo way, he's just a bitch) Shen left for Melbourne a few days ago to do summer school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His place is the Malaysian Blackhole (If you're wondering, the Melbourne blackhole is my puny apartment.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know how the Melbournians felt like when I left back for Malaysia earlier. (HEY AT LEAST YOU GUYS STILL CAN ENTER BHOLE IN MELB W/O ME THERE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this weird void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would go straight to his place when I arrive in PJ before deciding what to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to decide where to go before heading down towards PJ! (Maybe park next door say hi to Tert ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just last night I fetched Khreetiong (Khee Siong; Creature version) to the LCCT for his flight back to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Claire's left for Melb even earlier than Shen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun and Hon Sen are already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vincent suddenly in KL, suddenly in PJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arif tak ajak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Boonie (might) leave for Japan today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the UK people are also leaving soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Kennieboy is going Langkawi with Darshy and Yoskie and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bastards Jay Son and Yond are interning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo Chloe's interning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face Problem has exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky.... busy with someonela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Daniel, who is also leaving on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I THE ONLY STAGNANT ONE? HOLY COW I NEED TO DO SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohnooo, emo lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SWJ02PwPRFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZCqA2iufSHE/s1600-h/stepsemoshenjune2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SWJ02PwPRFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZCqA2iufSHE/s400/stepsemoshenjune2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287917387777000530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emo Shen and June, Photoshopped by abuden Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Shen's just meraba-rabaing. Horny Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seems like Shen's the only one who has been bumming with me in Msia. Others were always that busy. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: I should've made friends with Shen's dad instead. Then I'll still be hanging out @ 32 Tr 7/2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Get a life me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7591701215968540024?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7591701215968540024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7591701215968540024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7591701215968540024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7591701215968540024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-plane-home-away.html' title='Next plane home, or away?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SWJ02PwPRFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZCqA2iufSHE/s72-c/stepsemoshenjune2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6250261154632422146</id><published>2009-01-04T07:47:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T07:51:22.310+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hiding behind a mask.</title><content type='html'>This horoscope thing is really rubbing onto me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You are ready to explore your feelings in a deeper way, but you may not know how to go about making your dream come true. You want to be real, but you probably feel more comfortable when you're safely hiding behind a mask. You can try to totally disguise yourself, yet the true you will still show through. Once you realize that it's not worth keeping your intensity to yourself, it will be easier to touch others with what's in your heart.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember blogging this: "You put on this mask of a cheerful, happy-go-lucky human while deep inside, you continue to dwell with all the shit happening to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again isn't everybody putting up a mask anyway. Because we are who we really are only at death-inducing circumstances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6250261154632422146?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6250261154632422146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6250261154632422146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6250261154632422146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6250261154632422146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/hiding-behind-mask.html' title='Hiding behind a mask.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-8729697453538771564</id><published>2009-01-01T20:38:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:46:02.458+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>32nd December 2008</title><content type='html'>Nooo. It's not the new year it's 32nd December 2008!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't even feel like its a new year already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, spent it @ Shen's in conjunction for his farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's leaving Saturday. &lt;s&gt;  =)    &lt;/s&gt;   =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got super high, never felt like this in a long while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera ran out of battery 1/2 hour before 12 o' clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam suey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( =( =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I haven't slept yet. Stayed up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Bak Kut Teh for Brunch, then wento 1 Utama to watch Ip Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome show! Who wants to let me pummel the back of his head? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will have pics up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMBRACE THE NEW YEAR PEOPLE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-8729697453538771564?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8729697453538771564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=8729697453538771564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8729697453538771564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8729697453538771564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2009/01/32nd-december-2008.html' title='32nd December 2008'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3808223174099152877</id><published>2008-12-31T05:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T06:09:44.513+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>2008 + 1 = 2009</title><content type='html'>2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did everything felt like a drag at one point of the time and feels like a blur now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year I was all hyped up about university, living in a new place, meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's suddenly time for a new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another set of 365.25 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make a list of what I did for 2008, but I reconsidered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in general, I did NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not really proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 has been a year of ups and downs, but mostly downs for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the trough of my life during semester 2 in Melbourne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I think I can cry, thinking back about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all I'm really emotional, not emo, emotional. Note the difference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed like it was spiraling downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see a point in my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were days where I wished there was this "Off" button on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I wondered, "What will happen to my Facebook account if I died?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That silly thought kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, being able to see my cherished friends and family helped too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I do without you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, horoscopes are really freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They give this subliminal message, but whatever you are going through is really true as stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how can one horoscope apply to all Leos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, there's so many people born with the same horoscope as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My horoscope today was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's still all about those around you with the Moon in your 7th House of Relationships. You cannot exist in a void; there must be an easy rhythm to your life now, so you can dance through your day. But progress could be very slow; don't worry if it seems like you're not gaining ground. The leap ahead will happen before you know it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I read it there was really something in my head, about not gaining ground on a certain something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop getting into my head Mr. Rick Levine! (The dude in tarrot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaanyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All the best for 2009, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy New Year&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/11895311-3808223174099152877?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3808223174099152877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3808223174099152877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3808223174099152877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3808223174099152877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-1-2009.html' title='2008 + 1 = 2009'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2628454996080190998</id><published>2008-12-25T08:26:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T00:07:50.168+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Merry Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/166500/166982TyBX_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 442px;" src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/166500/166982TyBX_w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas all! Have fun collecting presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Tert's house. She was having this small Christmas gathering. I like these kinda home gatherings actually, especially for occasions like Christmas. I don't really fancy being stuck in a traffic jam going to a place where there is "people mountain people sea" (LOL direct translation from Mandarin "Ren San Ren Hai") just to see some dumb fireworks and sweat and bump into dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a bum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVYok6OIDBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1X-2ZPAgUwo/s1600-h/bumpanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVYok6OIDBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1X-2ZPAgUwo/s400/bumpanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284455827334761490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ladida. Bum.&lt;/span&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/11895311-2628454996080190998?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2628454996080190998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2628454996080190998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2628454996080190998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2628454996080190998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVYok6OIDBI/AAAAAAAAAI4/1X-2ZPAgUwo/s72-c/bumpanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-216374815126443508</id><published>2008-12-24T06:08:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:54:53.748+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>What happened on Saturday, 20th December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siu Yuk Lunch @ Wong Kee Restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628528_6761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 282px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628528_6761.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628533_7987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 267px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628533_7987.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628531_7531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 218px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628531_7531.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iced Barley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628532_7764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 233px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628532_7764.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Zombie Siu Yuk Lou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE COMES THE SIU YUK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628538_9130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 264px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628538_9130.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628539_9371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 437px; height: 293px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1591/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1628539_9371.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cempaka Class of 2006 Reunion @ KLGCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1747/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1625313_3072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 252px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1747/198/54/544806204/n544806204_1625313_3072.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVFNbrIjT5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IR4L1Lm8tpc/s1600-h/fp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVFNbrIjT5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IR4L1Lm8tpc/s400/fp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283088975712702354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Face Problem Shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVFNb5m6YtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rXUWsoGK2zg/s1600-h/fp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVFNb5m6YtI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rXUWsoGK2zg/s400/fp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283088979598140114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought everyone seemed like they were wrapped up in plastic or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVFNcAKE-nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/n_Cdh3sLuds/s1600-h/fp3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVFNcAKE-nI/AAAAAAAAAIo/n_Cdh3sLuds/s400/fp3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283088981356247666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random Photoshopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVFNcMbVY8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/oSKTEEyaiH4/s1600-h/DSC+282+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVFNcMbVY8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/oSKTEEyaiH4/s400/DSC+282+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283088984649851842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures @ My Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=67035&amp;amp;id=544806204"&gt;Siu Yuk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=66883&amp;amp;id=544806204"&gt;Reunion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-216374815126443508?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/216374815126443508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=216374815126443508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/216374815126443508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/216374815126443508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-happened-on-saturday-20th-december.html' title='What happened on Saturday, 20th December 2008'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SVFNbrIjT5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/IR4L1Lm8tpc/s72-c/fp2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7935286816495021354</id><published>2008-12-17T00:15:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:36:39.862+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Oh God Damn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUe7KnQa0kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hiPIWohFpIE/s1600-h/godjam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 357px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUe7KnQa0kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hiPIWohFpIE/s400/godjam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280394879126131266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently residing in my mind is one hell of a spastic song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And shit, I thought it was "Oh God Damn"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In The Ayer (Air)" by Flo Rida ft/ Will.I.Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Oh hot damn, this is my jam&lt;br /&gt;Keep me partying till the A.M&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll don't understand, make me throw my hands&lt;br /&gt;In the ayer, ay, ayer, ayer, ay, ayer.......&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder what kinda songs will appear next time. This is already extremely spastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, that day I went to this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restoran Wong Kee&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pudu&lt;/span&gt; for Sii Yuk (Roast Pork) with Shen, his parents, JC and Khee Siong. It was like the awesomest shit ever. The meat so tender, the skin so crsipy *Regrets not bringing camera*. The Siu Yuk Lou (Roast Pork Dude) is some Dato' man. And got alot of newspaper cuttings and picture with VIPs on the wall. It's like the best of the best Sui Yuk. Freaking mouth watering. Yums. I personally think the dude looks like a zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://food.malaysiamostwanted.com/img/venues/0000/0001/max/0493.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 383px;" src="http://food.malaysiamostwanted.com/img/venues/0000/0001/max/0493.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People! Do go there! It's at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jalan Nyoya&lt;/span&gt;. Very near the old Pudu Jail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Wonders if the prisoners ever smelt the siu yuk from prison. Must be sad for them.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this post with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God Damn, screw this traffic jam,&lt;br /&gt;Been stuck in this car till I got stomache cramp,&lt;br /&gt;You'll don't understand, gotta get my hands on the,&lt;br /&gt;Siuyuk Siu Siuyuk Siuyuk Siu Siuyuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information click &lt;a href="http://food.malaysiamostwanted.com/venues/wong-kee-coffee-shop-chinese-jalan-nyonya-kl"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo. BTW, it is FREAKING EXPENSIVE FOR SIUYUK. BUT WORTH IT =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7935286816495021354?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7935286816495021354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7935286816495021354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7935286816495021354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7935286816495021354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-god-damn.html' title='Oh God Damn!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUe7KnQa0kI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hiPIWohFpIE/s72-c/godjam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-8574791801608827157</id><published>2008-12-11T22:52:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:49:08.072+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>You Know Why?</title><content type='html'>I know this might sound gay but I like the song Love Story by Taylor Swift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Marry me Juliet, you don't have to be alone, I love you and that's all I really know...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know I like these kinda fairytale happy ending crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know shit this sounds gay T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe because these kinda fairytale happy ending crap will never ever happen to anyone in real life. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the main topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously JC, you've brought the utmost selfpawn against yourself when you told us about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what &lt;a href="http://jeremychangweiyang.blogspot.com"&gt;JayCee&lt;/a&gt; told us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;OK here's how this "you know why" thing works. Whenever someone says something sad about him/herself, you ask them "You know why?" and when they ask "Why?" you reply back "Face Problem".&lt;/blockquote&gt;So afterwards, he was complaining why he doesn't have a girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You Know Why, Jeremy Chang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUEmAa88TgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B9lK8W4CDLc/s1600-h/DSC+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUEmAa88TgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B9lK8W4CDLc/s400/DSC+082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278542026931719682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUEl_yrC8SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xZoMYYPe3uY/s1600-h/DSC+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUEl_yrC8SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/xZoMYYPe3uY/s400/DSC+042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278542016119238946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElpNDJ8fI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RfWIjvxvw0c/s1600-h/DSC01849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElpNDJ8fI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RfWIjvxvw0c/s400/DSC01849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541628062691826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElpQ15SDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NHt5IHnnOj8/s1600-h/DSC01850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElpQ15SDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NHt5IHnnOj8/s400/DSC01850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541629080815666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElozowO5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0z3FlOJ6Oto/s1600-h/DSC01037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElozowO5I/AAAAAAAAAHM/0z3FlOJ6Oto/s400/DSC01037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541621241068434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElnc8qaCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gsH5fe09kTs/s1600-h/After+SPM+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElnc8qaCI/AAAAAAAAAG8/gsH5fe09kTs/s400/After+SPM+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541597970688034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElotbiFPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IsXpwKsnQh8/s1600-h/After+SPM+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUElotbiFPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/IsXpwKsnQh8/s400/After+SPM+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278541619575002354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FACE PROBLEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/11895311-8574791801608827157?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8574791801608827157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=8574791801608827157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8574791801608827157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8574791801608827157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-know-why.html' title='You Know Why?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUEmAa88TgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/B9lK8W4CDLc/s72-c/DSC+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-834340219770593577</id><published>2008-12-05T04:39:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T04:42:51.164+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>It is official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/STgWh4ajOsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/70Ze9TLvP9E/s1600-h/mospanda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/STgWh4ajOsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/70Ze9TLvP9E/s400/mospanda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275991734799776450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT PANDAS HATE MOSQUITOES AND ARE TERRIBLY AFRAID OF THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought Dengue was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF 33 AND COUNTING MOSQUITO BITE MARKS! !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-834340219770593577?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/834340219770593577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=834340219770593577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/834340219770593577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/834340219770593577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-is-official.html' title='It is official!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/STgWh4ajOsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/70Ze9TLvP9E/s72-c/mospanda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2088057530782366209</id><published>2008-11-26T05:39:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:59:13.433+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>It's really true</title><content type='html'>That we don't appreciate things until they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past week I've heard news about people's relatives passing away. Then I start to wonder what difference would it make if I passed away. Would people be saying "I miss him"? And how many people would drop a tear or two for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I cannot imagine anyone close to me passing away. All those memories we had together will be flooding my thoughts. That must suck so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, thankfully for me no one remotely close to me has disappeared from me yet. But I know the feeling will tear me apart once it happens. And to make it worse, everybody dies. So it's just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also thinking about whether it is better if I die first and let others cry, or be the last one standing whilst watching everyone else go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the former thought is pretty selfish. But the latter one isn't that good either. Imagine being the last one going up to heaven/down to hell. Talk about being fashionably late. And also being a Malaysian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm having random thoughts. I feel like eating bananas. My spectacles need cleaning. Things are looking pretty blur. Ooh! Would you still need to wear spectacles after you're dead? Must suck hard. Imagine dying without bringing the ghost of your glasses. Hahaha. I started this post talking about death. I guess I should end it that way too. Goodbye, world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SSxKsstKthI/AAAAAAAAAGs/svtwFTADVVo/s1600-h/death+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SSxKsstKthI/AAAAAAAAAGs/svtwFTADVVo/s400/death+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272671395519313426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Death, picture of Shen photoshopped by yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm going home on Thursday!&lt;/span&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/11895311-2088057530782366209?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2088057530782366209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2088057530782366209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2088057530782366209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2088057530782366209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-really-true.html' title='It&apos;s really true'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SSxKsstKthI/AAAAAAAAAGs/svtwFTADVVo/s72-c/death+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7632023330995242638</id><published>2008-10-13T17:33:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:35:33.211+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Heeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SPLr1cszTzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/S3Jf_VegHmw/s1600-h/n577075594_4469829_1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SPLr1cszTzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/S3Jf_VegHmw/s400/n577075594_4469829_1528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256523018564489010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This picture's got P-E-R-V spelt all over it! HEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7632023330995242638?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7632023330995242638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7632023330995242638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7632023330995242638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7632023330995242638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/10/heeeeeeeeee.html' title='Heeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SPLr1cszTzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/S3Jf_VegHmw/s72-c/n577075594_4469829_1528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6572445467425278125</id><published>2008-10-07T03:56:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T08:16:05.098+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Sometimes..</title><content type='html'>Wait, most of the times, things just don't go the way you want them to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you really wonder what have you done to deserve shit like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the worst is when these things pile up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they just keep re-entering your thoughts every other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all you do is bottle them all up, because no one actually understands the way you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put on this mask of a cheerful, happy-go-lucky human while deep inside, you continue to dwell with all the shit happening to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon there will be a time, a point, where you won't be able to take it any more, and you just feel like giving up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when you finally feel you have to let the world know your pain, your suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the urge to spill out all your problems will shoot up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, you thought to yourself, as layers after layers of these feelings/problems unfold upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot afford to vent them out, because some things are better left unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some things will destroy the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because some things will only complicate the already overcomplicated situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because letting them out is a double-edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will feel a lot better, but things will become worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sit in one corner, waiting for someone to make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for one to open up first and finally say "FUCK THIS. WHAT'S HAPPENING"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the meantime, you continue leading this terrible life in the shadows of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6572445467425278125?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6572445467425278125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6572445467425278125' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6572445467425278125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6572445467425278125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes..'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2575829272266597937</id><published>2008-08-28T14:03:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:10:39.147+10:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a place I go</title><content type='html'>When I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Do anything I want&lt;br /&gt;Be anyone I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;But it is us I see&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot believe I'm falling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2575829272266597937?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2575829272266597937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2575829272266597937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2575829272266597937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2575829272266597937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-place-i-go.html' title='There&apos;s a place I go'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3594543801474844342</id><published>2008-08-15T18:52:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:14:34.404+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am updating on behalf of Panda Tan Wei Pin, fyi to all of you who don't know his full name, there you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "HUH????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "Panda what level are you at?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "Panda what the hell, why you buy centri.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blehhh&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "Wah can't use any skill mann"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "Damn strong lah.... shit.... die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: *remains silent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "Eh I can't get any skills mannn..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: *mumbles to self*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "Panda don't kill me wei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "Panda don't wei don't wei..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "Eh panda damn mean lahhh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "Oh fuck someone got the ring"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "Such a turn off when guys keep playing their games right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "Panda you got pets right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s this Chinky damn noisy lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "This chinky damn lousy wei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "wtf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "something something x"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "x something something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "...... (too fast lah I can't get it)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: *mumbles to self again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "erm... okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "you got killed by crabs lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "yea.. oh YES I got a skill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "nice.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "why I die?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "whenever your under 10hp you will die (or something like that)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "fuck you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "go go go go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "nice lah nice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "he too strong already lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "why you cant kill him one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "I got 1 wave only"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "wtf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "cannot KS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "oh fuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "why I die again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "Now what level are you ah panda?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no reply from Panda*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "go go level up while I keep him busy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "wtf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long silent moment*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*everyone's so focused*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*INTENSE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "something something aldi something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "wtf"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "you die lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "I don't understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: *explains again about that 10hp thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "eh panda why your life so high one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no reply again from panda*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "fuck the dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "when did you get more money than me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: *laughs for no reason*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "why ck so lousy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "(I forgotten what he said)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: *laughs to himself*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "What's this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "wtf damn hard to kill this one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "Why you get that aldi so fast one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "tsk....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "woopsies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: *mumbles again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "fight him fight him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "I wave already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "wooohoooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "I try to help you okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "What???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "what the...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "nickyboi where you gonna run lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "(forgotten what he said as well)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "ask him to come fight lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "go kill him again liah fuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "wave him lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "why so pain one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "wtf was that lah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "cannot lah when he use his aldi cannot touch him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "nooooo... fuck wei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "hehe... hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "kill him already kill already"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nickyboi: "when can I use my skills wei seriously"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "why are you stronger than me/him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: "I got ni.... (sounds complicated, like a jap entree dish)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "serious"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinky: "oh fuck the dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panda: *answers phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. And this post is such a bleh boring one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-3594543801474844342?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3594543801474844342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3594543801474844342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3594543801474844342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3594543801474844342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-updating-on-behalf-of-panda-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3421086310812628961</id><published>2008-08-15T01:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T01:26:47.253+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Dieded.</title><content type='html'>As of now, I am dead doing C programming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-3421086310812628961?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3421086310812628961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3421086310812628961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3421086310812628961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3421086310812628961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/08/dieded.html' title='Dieded.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-167777122064896922</id><published>2008-08-09T06:43:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:47:17.992+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="margin: 0pt; font-size: 12px;"&gt;It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-167777122064896922?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/167777122064896922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=167777122064896922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/167777122064896922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/167777122064896922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-4792008120576840033</id><published>2008-08-04T14:08:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:26:52.982+10:00</updated><title type='text'>About Time!</title><content type='html'>To blog abit. Nothing much to blog about. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-4792008120576840033?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4792008120576840033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=4792008120576840033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4792008120576840033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4792008120576840033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/08/about-time.html' title='About Time!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-9222038949892749679</id><published>2008-07-21T20:44:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T01:53:18.183+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Dr. Horrible!</title><content type='html'>Okay, &lt;a href="http://expansivecompression.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr Oxymoron&lt;/a&gt; here gave me a link a couple of days ago to this &lt;a href="http://www.drhorrible.com/"&gt;www.drhorrible.com&lt;/a&gt; . It's a sing-a-long blog posted straight to the internet made during the Writers' Strike by Joss Whedon (creator of Buffy the Vampire Slayer series.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stars Neil Patrick Harris (Barney in How I Met Your Mother), Nathan Fillion and Felicia Day. This thingy consists of 3 acts, 1st one released on the 15th July, 2nd one on 17th, and the final one on 19th. They took down everything after 20th July, where they will see the response and will probably make it into a movie/series/whatever if there is a good response. Also, the 3 acts will be available to be bought from iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about this Dr. Horrible aspiring to get into the Evil League of Evil, led by Bad Horse, the thoroughbred of sin. This depicts that sometimes, not all Superheroes or Supervillains are cool (Wait till you see Bad Horse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty awesome. Many might get bored during the beginning of the 1st act thinking "WTF IS THIS? GIMME BARNEY STINSON AND HIS LEGENDARY STUFF" and whatnot, but listen carefully and it's actually filled with sarcasm and dim-witted humour. And then the good stuff begins, the singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know the Neil Patrick Harris used to be on Broadway singing in Rent. Good voice, reminds me of Princeton's voice in Avenue Q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a fantastic 40 minute thingy (All 3 acts combined). And being the cheapskate that we all are, I managed to find all 3 acts on another site so I'll embed all below. Enjoy the awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.whedontube.com/embed/content/4QRP98RTN2673K31/000000/w400" frameborder="0" height="360" scrolling="no" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.whedontube.com/embed/content/8TKMZPX8SDYLB9BQ/000000/w400" frameborder="0" height="360" scrolling="no" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.whedontube.com/embed/content/G7NKF6JFY8Y5NZPS/000000/w400" frameborder="0" height="360" scrolling="no" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-9222038949892749679?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/9222038949892749679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=9222038949892749679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/9222038949892749679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/9222038949892749679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/dr-horrible.html' title='Dr. Horrible!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5922520894654280370</id><published>2008-07-20T16:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:23:47.999+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Four Words</title><content type='html'>ITS EFFING COLD HERE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5922520894654280370?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5922520894654280370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5922520894654280370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5922520894654280370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5922520894654280370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-four-words.html' title='Just Four Words'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3077459976740655215</id><published>2008-07-11T04:18:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T04:18:53.080+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like This.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/x5WpxxJpL-g' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/x5WpxxJpL-g'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Recently I've been watching this TV series called Dexter. It's about this serial killer who is a blood spatter analyst in the forensics team of the police department. Uber cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the opening credits of it! Watch it.&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/11895311-3077459976740655215?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3077459976740655215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3077459976740655215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3077459976740655215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3077459976740655215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-like-this.html' title='I Like This.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6961077210749848545</id><published>2008-07-07T20:15:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:02:20.750+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I am a nice guy!</title><content type='html'>And in contrast, Ken is not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dating.personals.yahoo.com/singles/datingtips/85967/dating-secret-exposed-why-nice-guys-finish-last;_ylc=X3oDMTRtc21iZW9sBF9TAzI3MTYxNDkEX3MDMjAyMzQzNDQ4OQRrA0RhdGluZyBTZWNyZXQgRXhwb3NlZCAtIFdoeSBOaWNlIEd1eXMgRmluaXNoIExhc3QEc2VjA2ZwX3RvZGF5BHNsawNkYXRpbmctc2VjcmV0IC1leHBvc2VkIC0gd2h5LW5pY2UgLWd1eXMtZmluaXNoLWxhc3QEenoDYQ--"&gt;This is &lt;s&gt;prove&lt;/s&gt; proof (Nabeh JY, happy now?).&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the article was just on my Yahoo! front page. I'm not some despo or some shit like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hopeless romantic. There was this stupid birthdate shit I took which states that I wish that I'll have a love life like in a fairytale. This is shamefully true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I don't know this kinda fairytale shit can never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real life sucks, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swear my emoness has gone up. Is this pandEMOnium?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1193/860825922_fe80a5ca24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1193/860825922_fe80a5ca24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Emo.&lt;/span&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/11895311-6961077210749848545?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6961077210749848545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6961077210749848545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6961077210749848545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6961077210749848545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-nice-guy.html' title='I am a nice guy!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1193/860825922_fe80a5ca24_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-232554460019770854</id><published>2008-07-05T13:34:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T13:38:55.596+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Imma David Choi!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be a YouTube sensation! Phear me! Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SG7sYj8zKTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ShOqaACX9rQ/s1600-h/davidchoi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SG7sYj8zKTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ShOqaACX9rQ/s400/davidchoi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219368924880251186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s3.mcstatic.com/thumb/1294354/6816456/4/flash_player/0/1/david_choi_youtube_song_on_rhettandlinkast_live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://s3.mcstatic.com/thumb/1294354/6816456/4/flash_player/0/1/david_choi_youtube_song_on_rhettandlinkast_live.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Him&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/11895311-232554460019770854?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/232554460019770854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=232554460019770854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/232554460019770854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/232554460019770854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/imma-david-choi.html' title='Imma David Choi!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SG7sYj8zKTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/ShOqaACX9rQ/s72-c/davidchoi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-8526500235313419300</id><published>2008-07-03T03:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:54:27.747+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Distance..</title><content type='html'>Caught a glimpse of you with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I see, a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this familiar feeling came by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a joke, was it a lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the whiskey get me high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I try or say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter if try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will tears flow even if i cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SGvHfckiNzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7Wd3TAiOAD0/s1600-h/ooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 424px; height: 189px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SGvHfckiNzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7Wd3TAiOAD0/s400/ooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218483936298153778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things really seems so near... yet so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG IM EMO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-8526500235313419300?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8526500235313419300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=8526500235313419300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8526500235313419300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8526500235313419300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/07/distance.html' title='Distance..'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SGvHfckiNzI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7Wd3TAiOAD0/s72-c/ooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2561150191670984340</id><published>2008-06-27T07:21:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:56:33.102+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Been thinking...</title><content type='html'>Judging from the fact that Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tay's&lt;/span&gt; blog has so much suspense and drama, I figured I should go all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; in the virtual world, while being a fucker in the real life, just like Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tay&lt;/span&gt; himself (No offence there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shenny&lt;/span&gt; =X).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I have this new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;-looking banner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, time to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emosify&lt;/span&gt; myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After analyzing Mr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tay's&lt;/span&gt; blog, I found out that to really make ourselves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt;, we must insult humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans. Why do we even exist? Why do we have feelings that no other creatures on earth feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immense sadness, as we sit at a corner, thinking about our pitiful lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of a thousand needles, stabbed so mercilessly into our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;buttholes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we can't let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we even shit in peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F#CK YOU CONSTIPATION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans are so stupid. We eat, just to shit it all out in the end. And sometimes, it's just not worth eating. Things are never worth it anyway. Sometimes they stay, and we suffer, constipating, sitting on the toilet bowl, grinding our teeth. We even express our feelings through various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ughs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aghs&lt;/span&gt;. But no, nothing ever happens. And to make it worse, these things we call "Mother" will freaking lecture us about not eating vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegetables. I hate them. They are so full of themselves. Thinking they will help us past motion. Screw you. Screw all of you! I hope you reincarnate as humans, and go through the same suffering as I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hell, if it's not constipation, its diarrhoea. Things just never go the way you want them to be. And this "Mother" will again nag you for eating unhealthy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF IT'S SO UNHEALTHY, WHY CAN WE EAT IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why should we bother eating at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans contradict themselves. Earning salary to pay for food, yet let all the food out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is playing a practical joke on us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. I can't pull off an emo blog. Tips anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, lame jokes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Have you heard of the show called "Constipated"?&lt;br /&gt;B: No.&lt;br /&gt;A: Don't worry, it hasn't start yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: How about this show "Diarrhoea"?&lt;br /&gt;B: No&lt;br /&gt;A: Oh, it's still running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2561150191670984340?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2561150191670984340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2561150191670984340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2561150191670984340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2561150191670984340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/been-thinking.html' title='Been thinking...'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6800540885076250462</id><published>2008-06-24T16:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:05:47.497+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace..</title><content type='html'>One of my hamsters, Harry Plopper, passed away while I was in Melbourne =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents never told me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sick for two weeks and then it died ='(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a terrible owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, hope it had a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Spiderpig's still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in peace little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6800540885076250462?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6800540885076250462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6800540885076250462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6800540885076250462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6800540885076250462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace..'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-997025604666057444</id><published>2008-06-12T02:03:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:40:14.139+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>Busybody me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just happily reading Shen's emo blog suddenly kena tag. WTH. But I'm so bored so yea -_-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. What is your full name?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Panda ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Are you currently single or in a relationship?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Single and ready to mingle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Do you hiaven any pets?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Hamsters! Had a dog and tortoise. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. What's your favourite ice cream brand(s)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Golden Gaytime FTW. And Il Dolce Freddo's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. What's your favourite ice cream flavour(s)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Freddos : Roche, Pandan&lt;br /&gt;Basically chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Who is/are your best friend/friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Don't have one. Sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. What do you think of yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Do you hate vegetables?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- A Panda's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; diet consists of like... 101% bamboo. What you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Can you cook?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- You name it, I'll (try to) cook it, but you MUST eat it k? =D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Can you play instruments?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-The PEEEE(Wait for it) Ah No!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~ 02&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Cupcakes or cookies?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Cookies N' Milk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Art or Music?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Both but I draw better than I sing/play instruments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Vanilla or Chocolate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Choconilla&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Dogs or Cats?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Pandog! (Refer to earlier post)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Skype or MSN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Mostly MSN&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Italian food or Japanese food?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Japatalian/Italianese&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Morning or night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- I'm nocturnal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Black or Red?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Black&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Guy best friends or girl best friends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Most of my friends are mixture of both, how la?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. Mom or dad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Shh, they know about my blog ;).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-997025604666057444?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/997025604666057444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=997025604666057444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/997025604666057444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/997025604666057444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/busybody-me.html' title='Busybody me......'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5651790476200817699</id><published>2008-06-06T03:15:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T03:37:24.190+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Kiwi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/sdUUx5FdySs" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/sdUUx5FdySs" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched this quite a while ago but being the busy busy man I am, I had to keep delaying this post! This video saddens me and it's so cute! =(. Watch it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kiwi is part of the Ratite (Flightless) bird. So is the ostrich and emu(emo la the name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of ratites, I guess I may as well blog about my fear for this scary looking bird of the same ratite family, the Cassowary!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PLEASE TELL ME YOU FIND THIS SCARY! CAUSE IT'S DAM SCARY TO ME T_T!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't ever bring me near them. They look like aliens. With big foot. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gondwanaguides.com.au/pictures/thumbnails/Cassowary%20%28Casuarius%20casuarius_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.gondwanaguides.com.au/pictures/thumbnails/Cassowary%20%28Casuarius%20casuarius_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/bristol/content/images/2007/05/23/cassowary_350x470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.bbc.co.uk/bristol/content/images/2007/05/23/cassowary_350x470.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/11895311-5651790476200817699?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5651790476200817699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5651790476200817699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5651790476200817699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5651790476200817699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/06/kiwi.html' title='Kiwi!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2685358735860583018</id><published>2008-05-24T17:21:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:45:32.381+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>When do you say "What The F*ck?"?: Jeremy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SDfEg7imMSI/AAAAAAAAADw/4g6YsquTdQg/s1600-h/wtf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SDfEg7imMSI/AAAAAAAAADw/4g6YsquTdQg/s400/wtf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203843964467556642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEREMY CHANG&lt;/span&gt;. What. The. FACK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to the world? Weird shit happening everyday. To me. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And JY (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEREMY YAP&lt;/span&gt;) sent me a link showing this picture (VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED. SCROLL DOWN TO CONTINUE):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE PREPARED!&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gawker.com/assets/images/gawker/2008/05/murakami3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 350px;" src="http://gawker.com/assets/images/gawker/2008/05/murakami3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy Moly! Spiralling Sperms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FACK!? This shit showing an anime figure jerking off was sold for USD 15 MILLION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen. Million. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://gawker.com/5009114/jack+off-sculpture-sells-for-15-million"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is hopeless. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words. Epic Phail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Don't name your son &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeremy&lt;/span&gt;. They do weird stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2685358735860583018?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2685358735860583018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2685358735860583018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2685358735860583018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2685358735860583018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-do-you-say-what-fck-part-2.html' title='When do you say &quot;What The F*ck?&quot;?: Jeremy'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SDfEg7imMSI/AAAAAAAAADw/4g6YsquTdQg/s72-c/wtf2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-1492195683447196463</id><published>2008-05-22T00:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:38:16.905+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When do you say "What The F*ck?"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SDQzwbaJqoI/AAAAAAAAADk/nzjSn_aZEQk/s1600-h/wtf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 418px; height: 264px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SDQzwbaJqoI/AAAAAAAAADk/nzjSn_aZEQk/s400/wtf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202840376603945602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-1492195683447196463?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1492195683447196463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=1492195683447196463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1492195683447196463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1492195683447196463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-do-you-say-what-fck.html' title='When do you say &quot;What The F*ck?&quot;?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SDQzwbaJqoI/AAAAAAAAADk/nzjSn_aZEQk/s72-c/wtf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3231445177041543692</id><published>2008-05-21T02:54:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T03:08:13.724+10:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Back!</title><content type='html'>The inspiration and motivation to blog again..... I can feel  it coming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow ._. .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-3231445177041543692?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3231445177041543692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3231445177041543692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3231445177041543692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3231445177041543692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-508182295828552267</id><published>2008-04-15T19:13:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T19:13:43.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I'm Having A Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/FzRH3iTQPrk'/&gt;&lt;/object&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/11895311-508182295828552267?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/508182295828552267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=508182295828552267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/508182295828552267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/508182295828552267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-i-having-flu.html' title='I Think I&amp;#39;m Having A Flu'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7898952498760541821</id><published>2008-04-08T21:44:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:56:11.961+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>I WANT A PET!</title><content type='html'>I used to have a bitch (Shen don't perasan) back in my old house in Malaysia. I was a young and naive boy. I didn't know how to take care of her. She became really ferocious. And the weird thing was her diet was only milk and bread. She had a body to die for man. Curvy curvy. I bet all the other dogs envy her. But since she's so fierce I had to give her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have trained her well. =(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I used to have tortoises, fishes and hamsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I really like animals (Bet most of you are like "HAHAHA YOU'RE A PANDA YOURSELF!". Whatever Moron. =.=) I liked watching Discovery Channel and Animal Planet. Trust me when I say I rather watch Animal Planet than watching a live football match (Unless of course its a major match which includes Man Utd kicking the livers out of the Liverfool players. Then they'll just be fools. Hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have my own bachelor pad in Melbourne. Now I need a best friend! Huhuhu. Say Hi to my new pet, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pandog&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alternativenation.net/gallery/files/3/dog_panda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.alternativenation.net/gallery/files/3/dog_panda.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO CUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Wish La ._. Can hardly take care of myself. Will definitely get one which looks like this next time though! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple update&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7898952498760541821?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7898952498760541821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7898952498760541821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7898952498760541821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7898952498760541821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-pet.html' title='I WANT A PET!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5600374403427984351</id><published>2008-04-01T15:45:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:57:47.713+11:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginnig.</title><content type='html'>Starting today, I am a NEW man!&lt;br /&gt;In a NEW city!&lt;br /&gt;With a NEW life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll study everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clubbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No bumming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop gaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make reading my hobby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean the toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacuum the carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash my dishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop eyeing hot chicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to the library every other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a to-do list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulfil my new year's resolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw my rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand in assignments on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being perverted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop insulting others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOG MOAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but wait. &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2008/04/a_special_annou.php"&gt;What date is it today?&lt;/a&gt; =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5600374403427984351?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5600374403427984351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5600374403427984351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5600374403427984351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5600374403427984351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-beginnig.html' title='A New Beginnig.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3988200691171356312</id><published>2008-03-27T01:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:40:19.655+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Yay,</title><content type='html'>Internet. It has arrived. P#34R Me! Kekekeke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-3988200691171356312?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3988200691171356312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3988200691171356312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3988200691171356312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3988200691171356312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/yay.html' title='Yay,'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-1968395434535655919</id><published>2008-03-23T15:41:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:44:36.424+11:00</updated><title type='text'>No Net Yet</title><content type='html'>My life sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to get internet by next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way go watch Charlie The Unicorn on Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shunnnnn the non believer!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Thats a secret I'll never tell&lt;br /&gt;XDXD&lt;br /&gt;You Know You Love Me&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-1968395434535655919?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1968395434535655919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=1968395434535655919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1968395434535655919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1968395434535655919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-net-yet.html' title='No Net Yet'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3735137727470463882</id><published>2008-03-14T13:29:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T14:23:42.437+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>I used to think...</title><content type='html'>That my life revolves around the internet. Which was really quite true for the past 5 years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plagiarising stuff and handing them up as assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloading songs/movies/videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course, the P-word which rhymes with horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ironic. I want freedom, yet I like being trapped inside a net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its been almost a month since I have an internet connection to call my own, where I can access the net comfortably on my couch sipping coffee and doing supposedly relaxing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And funny enough, I'm actually doing pretty fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because I now use my time buying groceries, cleaning up my apartment, washing and ironing clothes, meeting up with friends, watching shows, and rotting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, an internet connection is still undoubtedly freakin' useful. And mine should be coming. Soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, onto my uni life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna say this to him in person but I hate people who think UniMelb is  the best or some shit like that as if he's totally gonna be successful once he's out. And he comes around showing me brochures (which are actually crap) of the societies available in the uni as if I'm gonna get jealous and kill myself or whatever. Then he sortta says that College Square Lygon's the best and all but he comes over to my place expecting to get his clothes washed for free (because the washing machines and dryers in College Square is next to the dumpster). And he expects me to follow his timing and all and to take his clothes out and fuck it! THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU DAMMIT. I'm not gonna mention names but I think he owes me an iPod. Fuck. Thank God there's this dude whose sister looks like him which freaks him (and me even) out appearing next to him every other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WHAT THE HELL IS SO BAD ABOUT RMIT? It's not like I don't have a lecturer with a PhD in Artificial Intelligence and an Applied Physics and Maths degree teaching me. DAMMIT. SHOW SOME FREAKING RESPECT! FUCK FUCK FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was watching "How I Met Your Mother" seasons 1 and 2 and I highly recommend it. Hilarious and original!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also watched Gossip Girl season 1! Serena van Der Woodsen! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3. Watch it. I know it sounds gay but it's a nice show! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;XDXD&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Guy&lt;br /&gt;You know you love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-3735137727470463882?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3735137727470463882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3735137727470463882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3735137727470463882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3735137727470463882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-used-to-think.html' title='I used to think...'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2443375892457797971</id><published>2008-02-07T06:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:17:56.382+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.umaine.edu/hudsonmuseum/images/yearoftherat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.umaine.edu/hudsonmuseum/images/yearoftherat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ratatatatata! It's the year of the Rat and time to place your bets! Start gambling people! May this year bring everyone prosperity and health! I will be updating more often now (at least with not so boring contents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.petsworld.co.uk/images/hamster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 271px;" src="http://www.petsworld.co.uk/images/hamster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Harry Plopper and Spiderpig wish all a Happy Chinese New Year, too! (Which reminds me, I've been neglecting them a little T_T)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2443375892457797971?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2443375892457797971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2443375892457797971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2443375892457797971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2443375892457797971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3567557548311648746</id><published>2008-02-01T05:30:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T05:30:43.750+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Granado Espada The Vespanolan's Invasion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/nhYQWHRQsFg' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/nhYQWHRQsFg'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wooohooo! Granado Espada!&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/11895311-3567557548311648746?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3567557548311648746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3567557548311648746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3567557548311648746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3567557548311648746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/02/granado-espada-vespanolan-invasion.html' title='Granado Espada The Vespanolan&amp;#39;s Invasion'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7266883770779189400</id><published>2008-01-22T02:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T02:51:16.564+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Fu Panda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/N7ZfQBYAE6s' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/N7ZfQBYAE6s'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is better than the animated Kung Fu Panda!&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/11895311-7266883770779189400?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7266883770779189400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7266883770779189400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7266883770779189400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7266883770779189400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/kung-fu-panda.html' title='Kung Fu Panda'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2777854869622187887</id><published>2008-01-19T20:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:22:18.143+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A month.</title><content type='html'>About a month till I fly to Koalaland! A mixture of feelings within me. Ahh! I don't even know whether I'm happy or sad to go, but oh well, I shall go with the flow! Lotsa getting ready and shopping yet to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting happening in life right now. For me. Zzz. Except that I got wasted on dunno when and got a hangover the next day and felt like crap. If you call that interesting. Apparently I was sleeping in a very sexual position. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till something interesting happens, then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2777854869622187887?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2777854869622187887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2777854869622187887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2777854869622187887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2777854869622187887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/month.html' title='A month.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6929401738489685187</id><published>2008-01-09T04:48:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T04:48:41.385+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Tetris!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/G0LtUX_6IXY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/G0LtUX_6IXY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. But watch this! Haha&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/11895311-6929401738489685187?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6929401738489685187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6929401738489685187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6929401738489685187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6929401738489685187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2008/01/tetris.html' title='Tetris!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2321157297655091146</id><published>2007-12-30T06:18:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T07:11:08.827+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>I'm a sucky blogger. I forgot to blog during special occasions T_T (Christmas Eve, Christmas, Boxing Day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope you had a splendid Christmas. I know I did. I spent it in a friggin Cyber Cafe with 3 other guys. Such a ghey occasion. And to top it up, we got our asses pawned by AI + in DotA. Talk about sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2008 is coming! Have a pleasant new year guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I won a Christmas event in Granado Espada! Seriously guys. Go play the game! It's now free to play and what more, the graphics are superb and the girls are hawt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.iahgames.com/ge/showthread.php?p=243407&amp;amp;highlight=Pandaren#post243407"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is my winning entry. It's a naughty or nice contest, where you have to creatively post up 3 wishes in the forums and stand a chance to be selected by Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who are just too lazy to click, here is part of my entry- a little comic strip. Click to enlarge. Anyhow, I also sang a song in my entry =.=.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2133266765_8522a03812_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2133266765_8522a03812_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go 2007. Hello 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2321157297655091146?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2321157297655091146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2321157297655091146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2321157297655091146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2321157297655091146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2005/2133266765_8522a03812_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-1026709783299027891</id><published>2007-12-23T19:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T20:25:30.890+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Missed a toe?</title><content type='html'>One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight Nine! I have nine toes! Oops I have ten toes!...I missed a toe.. nevermind. Futile effort in being lame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://library2.nalis.gov.tt/Portals/0/601/mistletoe%202%20short.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 174px;" src="http://library2.nalis.gov.tt/Portals/0/601/mistletoe%202%20short.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Mistletoes. We've heard so much about them. These little parasitic plants are often associated with Christmas and we're a few days away! And of course the all famous Harry Potter and Cho Chang kiss under the mistletoe! So what's with kissing under the mistletoe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a good explanation based on the Norse mythology! The God Odin and Goddess Frigg have 2 sons, Baldr and Höðr (pronounced Hod, I think) and Höðr was blind. Frigg loved Bladr alot. She took steps to ensure that nothing would ever harm him by way of earth, fire, water, or air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the mistletoe was not under any of this category. Loki, a mischief maker/evil spirit, found out about this single weakness, and made a missile out of mistletoe (Lol geddit geddit? Missile out of Mistletoe! Should be called mistle! -_- nvm). He then passed the missile to Höðr and guided Höðr to shoot Baldr since he was blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, Frigg stated the mistletoe would never harm anyone again and made it a symbol of love and made the promise to bestow a kiss upon everyone who passed beneath it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool huh? So bring a mistletoe around when you go clubbing or something. Then you can use it as an excuse to kiss a hot chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: Check for Adam's apple on the "hot" chick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-1026709783299027891?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1026709783299027891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=1026709783299027891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1026709783299027891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1026709783299027891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/missed-toe.html' title='Missed a toe?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6350010731077290807</id><published>2007-12-16T06:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T06:58:38.537+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interesting'/><title type='text'>Left or Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/26131863_ff3c5984da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/26131863_ff3c5984da.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just back from a short vacation! Will blog about that tomorrow or something. Anyway, I was browsing my GE forums when I came across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;Look at the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Is it moving clockwise or anti-clockwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/1963/brainyq7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/1963/brainyq7.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you see ANTI-CLOCKWISE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left-brain dominated people tend to be more logical and analytical in their thinking and usually excel at mathematics and word skills. Left-brain are verbal and have little trouble expressing themselves in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you see CLOCKWISE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right brain is associated with artistic ability like singing, painting, writing poetry. Right brain dominated people rely more on their intuition Right brain know how they feel but have trouble expressing it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the many responses on the forum, I found out that there are also some who can see both clockwise and anti-clockwise, depending on whether they focus or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, its CLOCKWISE! Thus my pathetic Specialist Mathematics marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which direction do you see it going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6350010731077290807?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6350010731077290807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6350010731077290807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6350010731077290807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6350010731077290807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/left-or-right.html' title='Left or Right?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/26131863_ff3c5984da_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-1399478389140964840</id><published>2007-12-10T14:39:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T14:39:01.818+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you just love moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/o6P2w5GkXmU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/o6P2w5GkXmU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Heck. Everything a mother would say in 24 hours compressed into 2 minutes and 55 seconds!&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/11895311-1399478389140964840?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1399478389140964840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=1399478389140964840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1399478389140964840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1399478389140964840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/don-you-just-love-moms.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t you just love moms'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2111825331219721816</id><published>2007-12-06T22:33:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:38:01.606+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Of men, women, and Santa Claus.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, a perfect man and a perfect woman met. After a perfect courtship, they had a perfect wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their life together was, of course, perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One snowy, stormy Christmas Eve, this perfect couple was driving their perfect car along a winding road, when they noticed someone at the side of the road in distress. Being the perfect couple, they stopped to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There stood Santa Claus with a huge bundle of toys. Not wanting to disappoint any children on the eve of Christmas, the perfect couple loaded Santa and his toys into their vehicle. Soon they were driving along delivering the toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the driving conditions deteriorated and the perfect couple; and Santa Claus had an accident. Only one of them survived the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Who was the survivor? (Scroll down for the answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: The perfect woman survived. She's the only one who really existed in the first place. Everyone knows there is no Santa Claus and there is no such thing as a perfect man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** Women stop reading here, that is the end of the joke. Men keep scrolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if there is no perfect man and no Santa Claus, the woman must have been driving. This explains why there was a car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men keep scrolling....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;By the way, if you're a woman and you're still reading, this illustrates another point: Women never listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/fergie/track/clumsy" title="'Fergie - Clumsy' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Fergie - Clumsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2111825331219721816?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2111825331219721816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2111825331219721816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2111825331219721816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2111825331219721816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/of-men-women-and-santa-claus.html' title='Of men, women, and Santa Claus.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-4745269685746590009</id><published>2007-12-05T02:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T02:58:12.673+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Achmed The Dead Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1uwOL4rB-go&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Dunham is a very famous ventriloquist and a puppeteer. Go watch more of his videos on YouTube!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-4745269685746590009?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4745269685746590009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=4745269685746590009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4745269685746590009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4745269685746590009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/12/achmed-dead-terrorist.html' title='Achmed The Dead Terrorist'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5768620776471100383</id><published>2007-11-29T01:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:43:53.228+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A Pink Joke.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020oZg01HCeEAhwejzbkF/SIG=12iev9qcq/EXP=1196348569/**http%3A//www.pink-house-bremen.de/galerie/projekt_pink_house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020oZg01HCeEAhwejzbkF/SIG=12iev9qcq/EXP=1196348569/**http%3A//www.pink-house-bremen.de/galerie/projekt_pink_house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave is driving down a rural highway late at night.  He's been driving for a long, LONG time, and he's starting to get REALLY tired, but he is SO far out in the country that there are no hotels or inns ANYWHERE.  So finally he decides that he is tired enough to just pull over at the next house and ask to spend the night.  He pulls up at a pink house with pink trim, pink shutters, pink windows, and a pink door.  He gets out of his car, walks up the pink sidewalk, up the pink driveway, climbs the pink steps, and rings the pink doorbell.  A pink lady comes to answer the pink door.  Dave explains to her, "Ma'am, I know it's late, but I'm really tired, and if I could just spend the night, I'd really appreciate it."  The pink lady says, "Sure, no problem!  Come on inside!  Go up the pink stairs, down the pink hallway, and behind the first pink door on your right you'll find a pink bedroom.  Inside the pink closet are some pink sheets, pink blankets, and pink pillowcases that you can put on the pink bed and the pink pillows.  Sleep well!"  So Dave steps inside the pink door, walks up the pink steps, down the pink hallway, and opens the first pink door on the right.  He walks into the pink bedroom, goes to the pink closet, and takes out the pink blanket, the pink sheets, and the pink pillowcases.  He puts the pink sheets and pink blanket on the bed, and the pink pillowcases on the pink pillows.  He climbs under the pink covers, turns out the pink light, and falls immediately asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes.  A second man, Bob, is driving down the same highway.  He, too, has been driving for quite some time and desperately needs sleep.  But there are no hotels or inns anywhere to be found, so Bob decides to pull over at the next house that comes up.  He parks in front of the pink house with pink trim, pink shutters, pink windows, and a pink door.  He gets out of his car, walks up the pink sidewalk, up the pink driveway, climbs the pink steps, and rings the pink doorbell.  The pink lady comes to answer the pink door.  Bob explains to her, "Ma'am, I'm really sorry for ringing your doorbell so late at night, but I've been driving for hours and hours, and all I need is to please spend the night?"  The pink lady says, "Sure!  Come on in!  Go up the pink stairs, down the pink hallway, and behind the second pink door on your right you'll find a pink bedroom.  In the pink closet are some pink sheets, pink blankets, and pink pillowcases that you can put on the pink bed and the pink pillows.  Sleep well!"  So Bob steps inside the pink door, walks up the pink steps, down the pink hallway, and opens the second pink door on the right.  He walks into the pink bedroom, goes to the pink closet, and takes out the pink blanket, the pink sheets, and the pink pillowcases.  He puts the pink sheets and pink blanket on the bed, and the pink pillowcases on the pink pillows.  He climbs under the pink covers, turns out the pink light, and falls immediately asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes.  A third man, Fred, is driving down the same highway.  Like Dave and Bob, Fred has been driving for a long time, only Fred has been driving longer that either Dave or Bob.  He can barely keep his eyes open.  Because there are no hotels or inns, Fred decides to pull over at the next house.  He parks in front of the pink house with pink trim, pink shutters, pink windows, and a pink door.  He gets out of his car, walks up the pink sidewalk, up the pink driveway, climbs the pink steps, and rings the pink doorbell.  The pink lady comes to answer the pink door.  Fred, so tired he can barely speak, manages to stammer out, "Ma'am, I hate to bother you so late at night, but I really need some sleep.  Could I stay at your house?"  The pink lady says, "Sure!  Come on inside!  Go up the pink stairs, down the pink hallway, and behind the third pink door on your right you'll find a pink bedroom.  In the pink closet are some pink sheets, pink blankets, and pink pillowcases that you can put on the pink bed and the pink pillows.  Sleep well!"  So Fred staggers through the pink door, walks up the pink stairs, down the pink hallway, and into the third pink door on the right.  He walks into the pink bedroom, goes to the pink closet, and takes out the pink blanket, the pink sheets, and the pink pillowcases.  He puts the pink sheets and pink blanket on the bed, and the pink pillowcases on the pink pillows.  He climbs under the pink covers, turns out the pink light, and falls immediately asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME PASSES.  The sun rises.  Dave wakes up.  He climbs out of the pink bed, strips the pink blankets and pink sheets off the pink bed, and takes the pink pillowcases off the pink pillows.  He puts the pink blankets, pink sheets, and pink pillowcases into the pink closet, and leaves the pink bedroom.  He walks down the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, takes a left, and walks into a pink kitchen with pink cabinets, a pink floor, pink shelves, pink fixtures, and the pink lady, going through the motions of making breakfast.  The pink lady says, "Good morning!  What would you like for breakfast?  We have Corn Flakes or Koko Crunch."  Dave says, "Koko Crunch, please."  The pink lady goes to the pink cupboard and takes out a pink bowl.  She goes to the pink silverware drawer and takes out a pink spoon.  She pours some Koko Crunch out of a pink box into the pink bowl, goes to the refrigerator and takes out a pink milk carton, pours the milk into the pink bowl and sets the pink bowl and pink spoon in front of Dave.  Dave sits down on the pink chair at the pink table and eats his Koko Crunch.  He finishes, thanks the pink lady, goes out of the pink kitchen, out the pink door, down the pink steps, down the pink driveway, down the pink sidewalk, gets into his car and drives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, Bob wakes up.  He climbs out of the pink bed, strips the pink blankets and pink sheets off the pink bed, and takes the pink pillowcases off the pink pillows.  He puts the pink blankets, pink sheets, and pink pillowcases into the pink closet, and leaves the pink bedroom.  He walks down the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, takes a left, and walks into a pink kitchen with pink cabinets, a pink floor, pink shelves, pink fixtures, and the pink lady, going through the motions of making breakfast.  The pink lady says, "Good morning!  What would you like for breakfast?  We have Corn Flakes or Koko Crunch."  Bob says, "Koko Crunch, please."  The pink lady goes to the pink cupboard and takes out a pink bowl.  She goes to the pink silverware drawer and takes out a pink spoon.  She pours some Koko Crunch out of a pink box into the pink bowl, goes to the refrigerator and takes out a pink milk carton, pours the milk into the pink bowl and sets the pink bowl and pink spoon in front of Bob.  Bob sits down on the pink chair at the pink table and eats his Koko Crunch.  He finishes, thanks the pink lady, goes out of the pink kitchen, out the pink door, down the pink steps, down the pink driveway, down the pink sidewalk, gets into his car and drives away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Fred wakes up after a long sleep.  He climbs out of the pink bed, strips the pink blankets and pink sheets off the pink bed, and takes the pink pillowcases off the pink pillows.  He puts the pink blankets, pink sheets, and pink pillowcases into the pink closet, and leaves the pink bedroom.  He walks down the pink hallway, down the pink stairs, takes a left, and walks into a pink kitchen with pink cabinets, a pink floor, pink shelves, pink fixtures, and the pink lady, going through the motions of making breakfast.  The pink lady says, "Good morning!  What would you like for breakfast?  We have Corn Flakes or Koko Crunch."  Fred says, "Corn Flakes, please."  The pink lady goes to the pink cupboard and takes out a pink bowl.  She goes to the pink silverware drawer and takes out a pink spoon.  She pours some Rice Krispies out of a pink box into the pink bowl, goes to the refrigerator and takes out a pink milk carton, pours the milk into the pink bowl and sets the pink bowl and pink spoon in front of Fred.  Fred sits down on the pink chair at the pink table and eats his Corn Flakes.  He finishes, thanks the pink lady, goes out of the pink kitchen, out the pink door, down the pink steps, down the pink driveway, down the pink sidewalk, gets into his car and drives away.  The moral of the story is: Two out of three people prefer Koko Crunch to Corn Flakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muhuhu. Koko Crunch For The Win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/pink/track/you+and+your+hand" title="'Pink - You And Your Hand' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Pink - You And Your Hand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5768620776471100383?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5768620776471100383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5768620776471100383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5768620776471100383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5768620776471100383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/11/pink-joke.html' title='A Pink Joke.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2307383591171765994</id><published>2007-11-26T19:01:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T19:08:41.544+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Decision Decision Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.arcamax.com/newspics/4/431/43113.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.arcamax.com/newspics/4/431/43113.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right. I have yet to decide which university I am going. I like the RMIT course but Melb Uni is apparently "more prestigious". And you know, parents nowadays they want their children to be the BEST! Go to the best school, be the best student, meet a few best friends, and get bashed (rhymes with best, no?) up in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2307383591171765994?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2307383591171765994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2307383591171765994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2307383591171765994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2307383591171765994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/11/decision-decision-decision.html' title='Decision Decision Decision'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7271104491788077246</id><published>2007-11-24T01:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T03:09:41.183+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogging'/><title type='text'>THE SECRET TO SUCCESS!</title><content type='html'>I finally found out the secret to be successful in blogging! I was bumming around Uncle Ro's and NikQuah's and even Koala's blog when it suddenly hit me, an epiphany! My eyes saw hope, my spirits up high, my spear natured endowed me with soaring! Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see. The secret is to KISS. Keep It Simple Stupid. I took all 3 blogs and made a comparison between them, finding out what attract the readers to their own specific blog. I compiled it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting, the uber list of "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;How To Attract Readers To Your Blog!&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Good English, preferably without !@#$%^ and random capitalisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, this is obviously the most important prerequisite if you want your blog to be anticipated by readers. Good English will give a good impression to any first-comers to your blog, further attracting them to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Example 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa. TodAe hOr i iSh beRi haPpIi WoRx. My BaObEi sHe So yUk Ma &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3~~ We mUaX mUAx In De CineMa LeHx! NoW i So hiGh i BcUm SoHai LiaOz~~!! ThEn Hor, GoT TiS UNclE dAM HiAo NeXt 2 My BaObEi leHz! He keEp kap My baoBei dE BooBies! Tamade! He no Die b4 aH? CCB La HiM! kNn I wAn DiaU HiM LiAoZx... SiBeh aNnOy Me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Example 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars were never brighter! It was a night to remember. I felt as if I was soaring in the skies! We were in the cinema, watching a romance movie. The and I can feel the chemistry between us. We made out. Our lips met, our tongues tangled themselves around each other. Shortly after, we were already breathless, wanting for more. Until I found this middle aged pervert next to her staring deep into her valleys of happiness. I was already imagining his bruised face.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference? I'll choose Example 2 any day, man! I would probably read Example 1's blog for a day, then forget it, like how I forget Specialist Maths formulae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Either blog about something funny, something political, something interesting you can present with loads of visual aid, the latest hype, or don't blog at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. All summarised in 1 sentence. Remember, we don't really care about when you bathed your dog or how much gold you farmed within the 1st 10 levels of a DotA match (Oh by the way my personal best is 2 Wraith Bands, 1 Boot and an Eaglehorn and 4 Ancient Tangos within 10 levels.). Also, be sarcastic and play around with words. Blogging about stuff in the news and giving your comments and thoughts about it is also great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Point form, or number form, like what I'm currently doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for viewing ease. For every new point or number, we give the reader an impression that it is the start of a totally different topic. Helps readers loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Keep blog updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update at least once a week. If you go missing in action for too long, your readers will slowly diverge away. Also, quality over quantity. I just realised all my "Updating just for the sake of updating" blog posts never made it. Haha. 1 good post a week is better than 7 good-for-nothing posts a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) If possible, try changing your blog layout once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all like to see things changing, not static. Kenny Sia is a good example in this. Although very minor changes, they are noticeable and give readers the impression that we are working on the blog. Kenny changes his layout a few times throughout the year. There will be a different layout for each special festival in Malaysia (Chinese New Year, Christmas, Halloween etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6) A good introduction, body and conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every blog post is like an essay. We have to show our efforts in every aspect of it. We must have a strong build up to what we intend to blog about, give a rocketing climax, and then end your post with a subtle end or a good/funny one-liner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) If you are a pretty/hot girl, forget all those on top, just keep posting up to date pictures of you in the dressing room or whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best served with provocative clothes (Suggestion: birthday suit) that will make guys go "Agaga" over it. Some might right click and save the picture though (Hi Shen Jin!), beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore you can point out? Tell me. Leave a comment. Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/andy+hui+%26+evonne+xu/track/lian+ai+ping+lu" title="'Andy Hui &amp;amp; Evonne Xu - Lian Ai Ping Lu' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Andy Hui &amp;amp; Evonne Xu - Lian Ai Ping Lu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7271104491788077246?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7271104491788077246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7271104491788077246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7271104491788077246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7271104491788077246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/11/secret-to-success.html' title='THE SECRET TO SUCCESS!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-4235465986343107356</id><published>2007-11-19T16:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:35:47.082+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Geez.</title><content type='html'>I knew I was good. But not this good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: August 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural born leader, even if those leadership talents haven't been developed yet.&lt;br /&gt;You have the power and self confidence to succeed in life, and your power grows daily.&lt;br /&gt;Besides power, you also have a great deal of creativity that enables you to innovate instead of fail.&lt;br /&gt;You are a visionary, seeing the big picture instead of all of the trivial little details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your supreme genius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your inappropriate sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;HAIL ME BITCHES. IM A SUPREME GENIUS! MUAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my power colour is gold. Hmm. Gold = money. Money = power. Gold = power. Yep yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just bored. Till next time, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/mika/track/happy+ending" title="'Mika - Happy Ending' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Mika - Happy Ending&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-4235465986343107356?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4235465986343107356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=4235465986343107356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4235465986343107356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4235465986343107356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/11/geez.html' title='Geez.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-8055937368642564675</id><published>2007-11-16T01:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:23:45.890+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Whore. Hore. Hor. Ho</title><content type='html'>Christmas is coming in less than 2 months! Remember when you were young you were told stupid stories about Santa (Okay maybe not so much in Malaysia, here we were told stories about Hang Tuah) till a point where you really believed that a fat dude with a pointy red hat dressed in a red suit and oh not to forget the long, white beard, will actually come down through the chimney and drop you loads of presents when you're asleep on Christmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we realised we had no chimney. But our hopes were still up hoping he can somehow squeeze through the ventilator. And we were so amused he always brought us the right presents. And we were also overjoyed when we found out that the cookie and milk has been eaten, thinking that he liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as you grow older you peep into your father's closet and you find a Santa Claus costume. But you still had your hopes up thinking maybe your father wanted to dress up during Halloween as the round red thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you start wondering why your father would suddenly care about you so much especially during the festive season, asking, "Son, what do you want the most", and you replied with a tone of excitement "A TOY TRAIN! Why you gonna buy one for me dad?", while he replies almost within the split second, usually sternly, "No." This is the point where you start to beg and beg and beg but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Christmas day you find yourself a toy train!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you grow older. You learn to stay up late. You go downstairs during Christmas hoping to meet Santa. Then you met Santa! Santa was eating your cookie. Santa seems skinnier. Santa was shocked to see you awake. Then you said to Santa "ZOMG WOULDN'T UR'E REINDEERS DIE IF U STAY NEAR THE EQUATOR FOR TOO LONG?". Santa was speechless. Santa seems afraid when you approached him. Santa looked familiar. You pulled Santa's beard. SANTA WAS YOUR FATHER. Then you will be the next idiot to tell this same story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, when you think of Santa the common words that comes to your mind are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Obese?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Beard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sleigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reindeer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ho Ho Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ho Ho Ho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officials in Sydney are warning the upcoming "Santa's" not to use the word as it may be offensive to women. wHOre wHOre wHOre! -_-" What. The. Fack? They where advised to use Ha Ha Ha. Now everyone is Santa. Haha! Yo. Santa here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20071115/wl_asia_afp/lifestyleaustraliachristmasoffbeat"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/ragnarok+online/track/christmas+in+the+13th+month" title="'Ragnarok Online - Christmas in the 13th Month' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Ragnarok Online - Christmas in the 13th Month&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-8055937368642564675?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8055937368642564675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=8055937368642564675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8055937368642564675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8055937368642564675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/11/whore-hore-hor-ho.html' title='Whore. Hore. Hor. Ho'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-8107565060274035477</id><published>2007-11-14T07:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T08:09:11.892+11:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Dammit</title><content type='html'>The cycle is repeating. As much as I dislike it, this good for nothing blog is dying. A slow and painful death indeed. I dunno what to blog about sometimes, and I wonder if blogging something that uses up more than 1% of my brainpower is worth it, considering the pathetic amount of readers I have here. I personally don't read the newspaper often and therefore resulting in this nothingness to blog about most of the time. And heck, how does someone who blog about how humble and great he is fetch a thousand views in weeks? *ahemRoWernahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farkit I think it's time for me to blog about how awesome I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - "A" Student&lt;br /&gt;W - Wonderful&lt;br /&gt;E - Excellent&lt;br /&gt;S - Stupid? Not.&lt;br /&gt;O - OMGWTFBBQ someone like me exists in this world?&lt;br /&gt;M - Mind of a genius&lt;br /&gt;E - Er, excellent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm so awesome. AWESOME! Dances around showing my awesome grooves. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And exams ending on the 16th. My life. I can see it coming to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-8107565060274035477?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8107565060274035477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=8107565060274035477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8107565060274035477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8107565060274035477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/11/dammit.html' title='Dammit'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3979249928281495884</id><published>2007-11-01T16:58:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T17:02:19.115+11:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T</title><content type='html'>Exams next week. I can't think of anything to write as my life is so unhappening. I have no life and I stay at home playing MMORPGs, DotA and whatnot. And study. Sad rite? 16th! 16th! Will get my life back on the 16th! Wait for me. Cause I don't know what else you can do~ Geddit? Geddit? Go listen to songs if you don't T_T. Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-3979249928281495884?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3979249928281495884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3979249928281495884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3979249928281495884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3979249928281495884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/11/tt.html' title='T_T'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7703870709962800004</id><published>2007-10-23T22:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:39:38.599+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Telefon Bimbit Aku.</title><content type='html'>Aku mempunyai sebiji telefon bimbit. Aku amat suka telefon bimbit aku. Aku mendapat telefon bimbit sejak saya berusia dua belas tahun. Pada masa itu, telefon bimbit aku sangat "hip". Nokia 7210 namanya. Warnanya keemas-emasan "Champagne Gold" dan game yang paling best ialah "Snake". Itu snake sangat dingin punya. Saya pro, tidak guna 2 4 6 8 untuk main tapi guna 1 dan 9 ataupun 3 dan 7. Itu snake aku main sampai score 1400 lebih. Best sekali. Kawan-kawan semua pun cemburu pada aku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tetapi telefon bimbit itu jadi kuno sangat cepat. Dia mampus seperti dinosaur. Itu telefon bimbit dengan skrin warna warni mula dibuat. Jadi aku pun merajuk kerana mahu main snake yang berwarna. Akhirnya aku berjaya dapat telefon Nokia 3200 setelah bermanja manja dengan ayahku. Tapi malang tidak berbau. Itu telefon tak ada SNAKE! Aku berasa hampa. Itu dunia seperti sudah akhir. Tapi tiba tiba saya ternampak game "Bounce". Mataku bersinar sinar. Aku tekan "Open". Itu loading sangat lama. Tapi aku sabar. Aku tunggu game buka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game buka. Saya nampak sebiji bola merah. "Apasal ni?" aku terfikir. Aku mulai tekan butang butang. Game itu semakin menarik perhatian aku. Aku ketagihan. Hari hari aku main bounce. Aku semakin lama, semakin pro. Itu bola merah bergerak begitu pantas seperti ingin keluar dari skrin. Aku best sekali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapi itu pun ketinggalan zaman. Aku bagi emak guna. Aku tidak puas. Aku inginkan lebih. Aku ingin Bounce dalam 3D. Hah! Best kan? Jadi aku nampak poster N70. Tercool sekali. Ia ada 2 megapixel kamera. Boleh ambil photo upskirt! Jadi aku mengambil keputusan untuk beli. Mana tahu, telefon ini menghampakan saya lagi. Tak ada bounce dalam 3d. Tapi ada snake 3d. Tak kisah lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begitulah kisah telefon bimbit aku. Sekian terima kasih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK wtf did I just write? Nevermind. Anyhow, here's something that happened today. It was a normal Tuesday, I was doing my normal thing, but (you guessed it) something abnormal happened! At 7++ pm. I received a call on my telefon bimbit. Unknown number. I was half expecting a chinese ah lian telling me I've won a lottery of RM 1,000,000 and all I have to do is deposit RM3,000 into some unknown bank account and I'm good to go. I was half right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Chinese woman goes, "Wei Pin! Chi liao mei you?" (Have you eaten?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Err, chi bao liao (yes I've eaten)......*who on earth? why they know my name?*&lt;br /&gt;Chinese woman: Wo shi Miss Tok ah!! Wo yiao chiek fen la! (I'm Miss Tok. I'm gonna marry soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on. Turns out Miss Tok, my form 3 maths teacher is gonna marry and she plans to invite some from out batch! Woot. Currently, still planning whether or not to go. 75% sure though. So. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7703870709962800004?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7703870709962800004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7703870709962800004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7703870709962800004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7703870709962800004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/10/telefon-bimbit-aku.html' title='Telefon Bimbit Aku.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5727365971404181605</id><published>2007-10-20T22:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T22:50:56.031+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MMORPG'/><title type='text'>Granado Espada.</title><content type='html'>Ooh. My finals in 2 weeks. Wheeee. I'm so uber mega prepared to sit for them. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I thought I should at least update to keep this dead blog going. Here's what I've been doing online for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/71/GranadoEspada.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/71/GranadoEspada.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Granado Espada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This game is made by Hakkyu Kim, the one who made Ragnarok Online. Certainly it did not disappoint me. The thing is, this game is truly different from other MMOs. Allow me to introduce you to the world of Granado Espada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is set in the old world of Orpesia, in the country of Oporuto. The people of Oporuto were facing economical problems. Food is scarce, people dying of starvation. Previously, Oporuto and highly resourced country of Katai were having trades, but this has been cut of by the enemies of Oporuto, namely Targa, Illier and Vespanola from the East, while the Dark Sea blocks everything off on the West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brave adventurer Ferrucio Espada decided to travel across the Dark Sea, in hope of finding another route to Katai, but instead, he found a new world (means he's the Christopher Columbus here). Oporuto named the new world Granado Espada (Lol if the same happens to US today it will be called Granado Columbus) and spent all its last remaining resources to develop the new world. Oporuto went into bankruptcy, and everything they ever owned were taken over by Vespanolans, who relieved the country's debts, and in the process annexed all of Oporuto's holdings in Orpesia and Granado Espada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Vespanola were attacked by their enemy Brestia, which started the Three Year War. The deciding battle was the Balearas Naval Battle, where somehow, Vespanola's small fleet miraculously defeated the mighty Brestian fleet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war forced Vespanola to ignore its interests in Granado Espada, and also created a new class of social elites the Wartime Nobles. Due to the inability of the Wartime Nobles to adapt to peace and control problems in Granado Espada, the Queen of Vespanola has issued a "Reconquista Policy" urging Vespanolan families to migrate over to Granado Espada to retake the land for the Queen and Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your adventure begins with your family looking for power, fortune and glory under the Reconquista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More next time. Meanwhile. A few screenshots for eye pleasure. These screenies were taken by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/RxnySTxbP2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/rg8PGF4KUdk/s1600-h/capture_00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/RxnySTxbP2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/rg8PGF4KUdk/s320/capture_00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123392447469797218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/RxnySjxbP3I/AAAAAAAAADE/KJmKdRH1UEk/s1600-h/capture_00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 293px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/RxnySjxbP3I/AAAAAAAAADE/KJmKdRH1UEk/s320/capture_00004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123392451764764530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/RxnySjxbP4I/AAAAAAAAADM/omvh4pEyujM/s1600-h/capture_00035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 316px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/RxnySjxbP4I/AAAAAAAAADM/omvh4pEyujM/s320/capture_00035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123392451764764546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Martial Arts Team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/kim+junsung/track/granado+espada" title="'Kim Junsung - Granado Espada' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Kim Junsung - Granado Espada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5727365971404181605?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5727365971404181605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5727365971404181605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5727365971404181605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5727365971404181605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/10/granado-espada.html' title='Granado Espada.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/RxnySTxbP2I/AAAAAAAAAC8/rg8PGF4KUdk/s72-c/capture_00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5743952318231552525</id><published>2007-10-15T13:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:51:27.479+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crap'/><title type='text'>Just for the sake of..</title><content type='html'>Updating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently dunno what to talk about. Life's repeating itself (at least for me). Oh yea.. I still have my collection.. Ahh but I'm so lazy to take the camera out and snap. Will update more next time. Shit. The blog's becoming like last time. Its a surge graph. Suddenly and outbreak of posts. Then die down. Noooo. But it's not like I have anything to blog you know. I don't go snapping pictures in dressing rooms and post it all up and call it a post. Gargh bimbo blogs. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/soundtemp/track/forget-me-not"&gt;SoundTeMP - Forget-me-not&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5743952318231552525?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5743952318231552525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5743952318231552525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5743952318231552525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5743952318231552525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-for-sake-of.html' title='Just for the sake of..'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6803081839602956010</id><published>2007-10-07T01:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T01:58:49.982+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Popstar!</title><content type='html'>Kai Zen sent me a link. It was da bomb man. Its a spoof on Rockstar by Nickelback! Superb. Marvelous. Watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="380" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/MzcyNDM4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/MzcyNDM4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="392" width="464"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://view.break.com/372438"&gt;http://view.break.com/372438&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/nickelback/track/rockstar" title="'Nickelback - Rockstar' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Nickelback - Rockstar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6803081839602956010?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6803081839602956010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6803081839602956010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6803081839602956010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6803081839602956010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/10/popstar.html' title='Popstar!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-4245644935475637453</id><published>2007-10-01T17:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T17:51:46.357+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>.sdrawkcaB</title><content type='html'>I was lost in thought after watching a certain video. It was unfamiliar territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered how would things be if they were to happen backwards? Or how would things be  if you solely perform and do actions like you do in this "forward" moment while others move backwards? Do some of us think that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an example. Was in college today and we were joking about something. Chinky didn't quite get it. It struck him only after a long moment and Jonah was saying "Chinky you slow la, you're like a big lorry taking damn long to gear up." Chinky, as usual, made a comeback with "I'm a fast car traveling in the wrong direction." Then I started thinking. That IS something like backwards motion, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that will look weird if done in a backwards motion. Except for maybe yawning. And making love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn = mouth closed, mouth opened, mouse closed.&lt;br /&gt;Making love = Thrust, pull back, thrust, pull back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be the same anyway =). Anyway, enjoy the video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcOWoon96BI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pcOWoon96BI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" align="middle" height="353" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/gensoumaden+saiyuki/track/for+real+%28piano+-+version%29" title="'Gensoumaden Saiyuki - For real (piano - version)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Gensoumaden Saiyuki - For real (piano - version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-4245644935475637453?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/4245644935475637453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=4245644935475637453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4245644935475637453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/4245644935475637453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/10/sdrawkcab.html' title='.sdrawkcaB'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6146399147139839845</id><published>2007-09-28T07:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T07:36:53.348+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tags'/><title type='text'>TAG! You're IT! HEHEHEHEHEHeeheheheheee. Heehee. hee.. he.. wadafark?</title><content type='html'>Why suddenly I'm tagged one? And do guys actually do tags? Don't we have better things to blog about, like how much we wanna bone that girl or how we pwned j00 in DotA? Anyhow I'm tagged by JellyJiali. Wooo ~ T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put Your itunes, windows media player etc on Shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS&lt;br /&gt;4. Put any comments in brackets after the song name&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If someone says "is this okay?" you say,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miracle - Cascada (Hell yeah its better than okay its a friggin miracle!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine Tail Demon Fox - Toshiro Masuda (im.. a.. nine tail demon fox.. shit this song really can describe ppl one... dam cheat...ZOMG IM NARUTO! KAGEBUNSHIN NO JUTSU!! Yes. I watch Naruto. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.dattebayo.com"&gt;www.dattebayo.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The Real Thing - Bo Bice (WTF these songs actually relate to the question. WTF WTF SHUFFLED? Oh yea so I like the real thing. No, no silicon. Also, real women, not blowups.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Jiu Shi Wo - JJ Lin Jun Jie (Feel just like me lor. Jiu Shi Wor = That's me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Kelis - Lil' Star ft Cee-Lo (Shit... to end up driving a Kelis-a?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sakura Kiss - Ouran Highschool Host Club (&lt;3 &lt;3 muaks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You and Your Hand - Pink (ZOMG! They think me and my hand has an intimate relationship!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Alone - Mary J Blige ft Dave Young (Shit.. they're left alone? Quite true I always abandon them to go out party T_T I'm so sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Like That - Santana (Oh right baby I think of doing you like that. WTF? These songs are true...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 2 + 2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pou Que Tu Maimes Encore - Il Divo (Exactly. I told you 2 + 2 was always pou que tu maimes but you didn't believe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I Both - Jason Mraz (Best friends both do things together hor? Hor? Or best female friend also can =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race (o.O. Oh...kay. Prepare for war!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your life story?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall To Pieces - Avril Lavigne (I'm shattered, destroyed, gone, pecah, gg-ed, habis, mati kongkiau)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagareboshi (Shooting Star) - Home Made Kazoku (Woh. I wanna grow up. I wanna shoot up. Like a shooting star! Wheeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of when you see the person you like?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Cao Gang Mu (A Herbalist's Manual) - Jay Chou (I think of how to plant flowers with the herbalist's manual to give the flower to her. Aww how sweet of me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soldier's Poem - Muse (A soldier marches... so I'll be doing the march at my wedding? KIRI~ KIRI~ KIRI KANAN KIRI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;This Is How A Heart Breaks - Rob Thomas (I'm such a saint I make hearts break when I die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Your Hand - Usher (Touchey touch. Take Your Hand (girls solely) and put together with Me And My Hand! refer to No. 7 up there if you still dont get it..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard 'Em Say - Kanye West ft Adam Levine (Hmm. I really do fear hearing people say rumours bout me. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;My Blade, As My Pride - Ichigo Kurosaki (Masakazu Morita) (I got quite alot of anime songs. But yea, I'm actually a soul slayer. BANKAI! This is from the anime Bleach)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway - Kelly Clarkson (Wanna breakaway from them, isolated and alone, to have fun with me and my hand, while taking your hand)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS TOTALLY POINTLESS. I TAG WHOEVER WHO READS THIS. ESPECIALLY ADRIAN KHOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually early in the morning. I have not slept. Was playing Granado Espada and bumming around. Exams over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6146399147139839845?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6146399147139839845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6146399147139839845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6146399147139839845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6146399147139839845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/09/tag-youre-it-heheheheheheeheheheheee.html' title='TAG! You&apos;re IT! HEHEHEHEHEHeeheheheheee. Heehee. hee.. he.. wadafark?'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-2015737701780030099</id><published>2007-09-23T21:28:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T23:27:21.021+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happenings'/><title type='text'>Approximately 15 chapters, only 5 down. Something tells me I'm screwed.</title><content type='html'>Yea. But IT exam's not till Thursday. Lalala. Hehehe. Im still screwed. Speaking of IT, theres this poor Bangla fella who was an IT engineer who left his country home for the "better good", Malaysia. Whathell. Malaysia that good meh? NOPE. Came here only end up becoming a toilet cleaner. And apparently he was offered RM2000/month, 6 days a week, 8 hours a day job. This is probably linked with the Bangladeshi mystery case, where thousands of Bangladeshis come into Malaysia with permit but somehow their employers didn't come to collect them, making KLIA the abbreviation for Kuala Lumpur International Accommodation, as 2000++ Banglas slept over in the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Immigration Department suspects this to be some sorta syndicate, cause the Bangla's have to pay roughly RM2.5k to get here. Some even sold their houses and etc to come over here to start a new life. End up jobless. This is damn pointless. Actually I couldn't care less. But Malaysia's such a mess. Causing everyone distress. That's why people getting mistress'. Because all damn stress. And they just wanna caress. And also ass! Okay, think I should not digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the Nurin Jazlin case. About "It's not the parent's fault". Wadafark man. Seriously, "Oh the rule of the family is to always go out in at least pairs. Yea. And the sister Nurin went out with was how old? Nine? And Nurin was eight? Even IF they went out together, all the sadistic dude(s) need(s) is  just extra brinjal and cucumbers. And maybe another sports bag. Comonla, they're both below ten! They both could've been easily abducted off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a neighbour said there was a van involved. Which makes it easier to kidnap both. Imagine this. Two girls walking happily on a dark road. Van arrives. Van door opens. &lt;s&gt;Girls expect their father to jump out acting like a clown.&lt;/s&gt; Hand reaches out to grab one. Obviously she will be like "ZOMG HELP ME WHATS HAPPENING?!!!" The other one would have probably tried to grab her sibling back, maybe hold on to the legs or something. The hand reaches out again and grab the other. Van door closes. Tadahhhh! Now, go market buy cucumber and eggplants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I might be sound tad bit casual  and maybe even inhumane (Hello they call me Panda). But I think I am already desensitised to this kind of sadistic thing, many thanks to the Saw trilogy. Hello [insert name here], I wanna play a game. Freaky mask. Half dead man. Brainwashed (I think) girl. You know the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now they suggest Rukun Tetangga, neighbourhood watches, night patrol and all those shit. Uhh, I'm not sure about you, but as long as I remember, I've been writing those shit in karangans for the past 10 years or so of my life. And someone even suggested putting a street lamp because "the road from the victims flat block to the pasar malam is abit dark". Not a bad idea, but  is the government going to take precautions only after some bizarre thing has occurred? So now we're using street lamps to counter villains. And I don't know where I heard this from but it is damn true that Malaysian Police do their job well only if the news makes it into the headlines. Then after the case is solved you see some face there with a caption "Inspektor XXXX" saying how much effort they took and how carefully they planned and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a sorry excuse for me to look away from my book. *Looks to the left and tilts head abit lower* Hello book! Sorry if there's any grammatical/spelling errors. Got my sources from &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my"&gt;http://thestar.com.my&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/sum+41/track/best+of+me" title="'Sum 41 - Best Of Me' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Sum 41 - Best Of Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-2015737701780030099?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/2015737701780030099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=2015737701780030099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2015737701780030099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/2015737701780030099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/09/approximately-15-chapters-only-5-down.html' title='Approximately 15 chapters, only 5 down. Something tells me I&apos;m screwed.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-5013424189059222614</id><published>2007-09-22T14:59:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T15:07:06.092+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/462338709_bd60ae0b9f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/169/462338709_bd60ae0b9f.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fine, I don't exactly study music but wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OKOKOK! STUDY STUDY STUDY! TRIALS TRIALS TRIALS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T. Help me get through this quick. Bring me to Thursday 3 pm. Like, now. Please. Pretty please? Pleaseeee? No? Study? Screw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/fergie/track/big+girls+don%27t+cry+remix+%28ft.+sean+kingston%29" title="'Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry Remix (ft. Sean Kingston)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry Remix (ft. Sean Kingston)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-5013424189059222614?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/5013424189059222614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=5013424189059222614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5013424189059222614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/5013424189059222614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/09/nerd-time.html' title='Nerd Time!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-6669126074918945654</id><published>2007-09-18T01:00:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:04:17.606+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Eheh mistake</title><content type='html'>Ahaha. I reread the RMIT thing and it was conditional! LOL. Obviously all offers are conditional. So depends on my final results and I have to send it to them. But they didn't say what TER though. So, lalala. Haha. OK TRIALS STUDY! Shit. Did I mention &lt;a href="http://www.granadoespada.sg"&gt;www.granadoespada.sg&lt;/a&gt; ? Haha. I have been playing it for some time until August. Then I stopped. Now I feel like playing again. But I will get addicted! So I play after trials lor. Whee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-6669126074918945654?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/6669126074918945654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=6669126074918945654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6669126074918945654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/6669126074918945654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/09/eheh-mistake.html' title='Eheh mistake'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-7218335745050217127</id><published>2007-09-17T03:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:38:47.060+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Woh New Thingie Majingy</title><content type='html'>Woho. I just found this foxytunes thing. Embeds what song you're listening to at the end of the post. No hassle! Haha. Quite fun. If you're a Firefox user try it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/yellowcard/track/paper+walls" title="'Yellowcard - Paper Walls' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Yellowcard - Paper Walls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-7218335745050217127?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/7218335745050217127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=7218335745050217127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7218335745050217127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/7218335745050217127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/09/woh-new-thingie-majingy.html' title='Woh New Thingie Majingy'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-8608319725780344498</id><published>2007-09-17T03:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T03:07:40.621+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Layout'/><title type='text'>New Layout!</title><content type='html'>Ahh. Green Green. Quite nice. Not so creepy as the halloween-ish one. Quite late. Will blog more. Trials next week! Gambatte! Hmm. Think I should find another pic for the background. Time to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-8608319725780344498?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/8608319725780344498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=8608319725780344498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8608319725780344498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/8608319725780344498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-layout.html' title='New Layout!'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-1225012564442958762</id><published>2007-09-16T01:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T02:26:47.274+10:00</updated><title type='text'>I think hectic and panic actually rhymes...</title><content type='html'>FARK! The week's finally over. SAM = Self Abuse Matriculation (credits to Calvyn). I wanna cry. I wanna rewind back and retake the programme. Or take A-Levels. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trials is next week. 21st to 28th. Life sucks hard currently. So get me a hair-dryer. Or a fan. They both blow quite hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lua.weblog.com.pt/You%20Suck_Blow%20Me.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 238px;" src="http://lua.weblog.com.pt/You%20Suck_Blow%20Me.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got accepted into RMIT taking Bachelor of Info Tech (Games &amp;amp; Graphics Programming). Wohoho. I'll be the elite in the game industry! Wohoho! Maybe make a game and put cheat code as "shenjin" and all characters turn topless? Or even "ipod" and the game hangs with an alert box showing up saying "SCREW U CHINKY WHERES MY IPOD?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would prefer going to Melbourne U though. But no one called me! T_T Dan and Chinky both got called up. Chinky has a conditional offer. Has to get TER 90 ++. At least got offer la. Where's mine!!!!??!?! SOB T_T. Maybe maybe I gave wrong email? Maybe maybe I gave wrong hp number? Yes yes maybe. The light from the end of the tunnel... I see it. A train. Well at least I can go into RMIT no matter what (They didn't write conditional offer means can hor?). I guess. I shall think over my options.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-1225012564442958762?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/1225012564442958762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=1225012564442958762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1225012564442958762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/1225012564442958762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-hectic-and-panic-actually.html' title='I think hectic and panic actually rhymes...'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11895311.post-3150542706324827221</id><published>2007-09-09T20:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:46:02.335+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda becoming extinct.</title><content type='html'>Even humans might be exticnt with 2 major projects to pass up on Monday. Lan Exam Tuesday. Maths Test Wednesday. Maths Directed Investigative Thursday &amp; Friday. Saturday Maths Mock Test.  At 7 AM. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolly won't update much but will try. Go read other blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11895311-3150542706324827221?l=twpanda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/feeds/3150542706324827221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11895311&amp;postID=3150542706324827221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3150542706324827221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11895311/posts/default/3150542706324827221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twpanda.blogspot.com/2007/09/panda-becoming-extinct.html' title='Panda becoming extinct.'/><author><name>Panda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17730145040666731085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T5fgFbCtsAk/SUcfCfxPv7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/Xs7X8UHb1dQ/S220/n544806204_8685.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
