<?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-8277370805322289064</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:27:29.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FMI(For My Info Only.)</title><subtitle type='html'>This Is Crap, Don't Ask</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-576697961589487384</id><published>2010-12-01T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T09:02:13.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till It's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't it always seem to go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That you don't know what you've got&lt;br /&gt;Till it's gone&lt;br /&gt;They paved paradise&lt;br /&gt;And put up a parking lot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How often is it that we take for granted what we have and don't give much appreciation for these seemingly little but enormously significant things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just because its always there, or just because it appears so frequently we tend to get sick of em', does not mean we do not need it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While it might concern the bigger picture, my own experience about being grateful and not is much more personal than survival necessities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though we may subject gratefulness to things that keep us alive and well, such as forests, lakes, air and even light itself, my only concern for this post is to rant about what I have let go of and regret so bitterly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we decide to let go of stuff, it tends to hit us back somewhat ironically in the near or never-ending future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being forced to stay in this place when my period in this hell has already expired is beginning to bore me to my very core. It is times like these that I wished I'd never applied here in the first place. But then again, I would miss out on a lot of things, good and bad, awesome and not-so-awesome, positive and negative, and many others that have impacted my life in a way which I can never be certain of it's goodness or badness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this place. I like the people. I like my friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT&amp;nbsp; I HATE THIS PERIOD OF TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PERIOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nah, it's just the heat of the moment. Being alone and having nothing awesome to do can be depressing. Although it is pretty much what I do on a daily basis here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being grateful is also related to being content with what you have. And being content is one thing I will never be good at. Sadly, I am diagnosed with the disability of being able to stay satisfied with what I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm working on it, 24/7, 52 weeks, 365 days a year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kinda failing though, and only seeing tiny glimpses of hope to ever recover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really miss the times when I was a kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't really have that much of a desire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, in my youth, desire can be a pain in the ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is an unquenchable thirst for things that I (in my current state) will either have trouble with or is virtually impossible to acquire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then, by being the ungrateful dimwit I am, things that I already have, abstract and physical stuff, I throw them out the window for something more which usually does not come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ironically, these things come back and haunt me, making me feel the regret of choosing to abandon them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I can do to make myself feel better is the thought of something better that might come along as I walk forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe, just MAYBE, this time, I will see the value in things, and be GRATEFUL, and not let them go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&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/8277370805322289064-576697961589487384?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/576697961589487384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/12/till-its-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/576697961589487384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/576697961589487384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/12/till-its-gone.html' title='Till It&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-4691700622097635506</id><published>2010-10-15T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:19:35.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing?</title><content type='html'>Yeah, what do i mean by missing?&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that come up when this word is mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;In particular, this is about me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to figure this out, or how to make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all i know is that something or someone or even the abstract of things (emotions and moods) is missing.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the line of life, i have made decisions, choices that determine any number of possible outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;I can say that my decisions were made after a great deal of calculation, but mixed up with emotions.&lt;br /&gt;I am not proud of my decisions, i won't say it was for the best, but all i can do is be grateful that they have brought me here, this moment, alive and still in one piece. As for those decisions that have cost me so much, i can't stand the thought of doing things the other way, taking the path which might have lead to a better future.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly sorry to all those whom i have affected due to my bad decision-making, and if it does you any justice, i don't feel all to good myself, and i hope that i can make it up to whomever that i have crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing about these outcomes is similar to a trip. You go with what you have packed, and you come back with either have something extra, or something left behind. That is precisely what i am experiencing now.&lt;br /&gt;I dived into these moments, and have come back with perspectives anew, connections, and maybe new friends, but some things, things that i hold dear, i have left behind with no intention of doing so.&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing is that i don't remember. I am not caught up with anything, i am not that busy to be forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't remember. All those memories that have once eased the core of my human soul are dissipating, one by one being forgotten. I don't know why. And new feelings come up to the surface, ripping my mind into shreds, forcing their way through to dominate what's left of my old self. Am i a changed person? Am i still the same? I can't tell. I can't remember. I just hope that there is still room for a good side of me, one of which i love the most. One of which she loved the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my rants have come up to one summary. A lost and found case, only what was found isn't what was lost, and what was lost remains a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to all good things comes an end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to forward my condolences to my friend and coursemate and also statemate, Lorenzo, for the passing of his late grandfather. I am very sorry for your loss, but as God has made us all, he will take us back. Just be eased by the promise of Christ that he who has burdened, he shall be given rest. Take care Lo and be strong, we need you to take this crappy semester down. Cheer up :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-4691700622097635506?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/4691700622097635506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/4691700622097635506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/4691700622097635506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/10/missing.html' title='Missing?'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-1765156177944684734</id><published>2010-10-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:31:23.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highhh</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Doing all my stuff with an all-time high&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So high i can't remember why&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; The reason i chose to get high&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So high i can fly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hahaha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-1765156177944684734?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/1765156177944684734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/10/highhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/1765156177944684734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/1765156177944684734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/10/highhh.html' title='Highhh'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-6342395658372035746</id><published>2010-09-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T19:24:41.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despicable Me.</title><content type='html'>Kelas tak pergi. Assignment tak buat. Janji tak dikotakan.&lt;br /&gt;Memang despicable la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-6342395658372035746?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/6342395658372035746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/09/despicable-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6342395658372035746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6342395658372035746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/09/despicable-me.html' title='Despicable Me.'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-6259943924934749982</id><published>2010-09-08T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:33:46.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boom boooom</title><content type='html'>1st time clubbing. Ingat enjoy... In the end, dapat headache with a scale of 9 on the Ritcher scale..&lt;br /&gt;Not a clubber i guess. Haha, though i like to put music loud in my own room.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking would be a much better choice, and it might be much more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, clubs would be off my to-go-to list when i'm rich enough.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So don't knock it, don't knock it, you've been here before..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-6259943924934749982?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/6259943924934749982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/09/boom-boooom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6259943924934749982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6259943924934749982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/09/boom-boooom.html' title='boom boooom'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-3619954971309698117</id><published>2010-09-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:11:17.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;given a chance&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be somebody&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if for one dance&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be somebody&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;open the door&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna make you love me&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;facing the floor&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be somebody&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-3619954971309698117?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/3619954971309698117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/3619954971309698117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/3619954971309698117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-4591482072596673943</id><published>2010-08-30T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T11:23:53.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Eye</title><content type='html'>Come on, sleep. You need it. Enough playing games, enough watching crap, enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just can't sleep. Is it my fault?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it is. What's that sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Huh? What sound?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, i don't! Tell me what it is!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the sound of people sleeping. Why aren't you doing the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; I can be different if i want to you know. Frankly i do wanna sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its just that i have trouble sleeping when i think about stuff ya' know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop thinking then, if that's the problem. Lay down, close your eyes and picture tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's thinking too smart-ass.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just lay down and be blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Easy for you to say, you're just saying it, you're not doing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i will show you.&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go ahead then. Teach me oh master of sleeping.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not learning anything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nothing, just watching you lay down and doing nothing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Which part of this is suppose to help me sleep?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zzzzzzz~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-4591482072596673943?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/4591482072596673943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/08/shut-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/4591482072596673943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/4591482072596673943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/08/shut-eye.html' title='Shut Eye'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-7498310842125082344</id><published>2010-08-20T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T12:13:52.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekenders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Yeah the weekend is here!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punya penat this week. Can die man. Just literally la.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday wake up at 7am, but choose to skip class and go to the next one at 10.&lt;br /&gt;Piled up assignments berkat procrastination. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, standard ba tu. At least i got it all done before the weekend, thanks to Lo for sending a copy to plagiarize. Thank you sooooo much!&lt;br /&gt;But the coming weekend is gonna hurt, coz got montage meeting, which is something i have never done for all my life in this campus. Buat saja bha, yg penting siap, suma happy, beres.&lt;br /&gt;Got test on Monday, have to study during the weekend, spoil la man.&lt;br /&gt;Come on! Weekends are supposed to be free time! Haha, weekends are surely overrated.&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for a chance to have fun, yeah, fun fun fun.&lt;br /&gt;But this is the part of the semester where things get hectic, and i am a newbie in being a workaholic. Not that i am being one now, but its gonna happen coz there is so much to do!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/TG7TtqTuElI/AAAAAAAAACM/XzqGINaKHZE/s1600/procrastination.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="507" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/TG7TtqTuElI/AAAAAAAAACM/XzqGINaKHZE/s640/procrastination.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pretty much sums it all doesn't it *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-7498310842125082344?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/7498310842125082344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekenders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/7498310842125082344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/7498310842125082344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/08/weekenders.html' title='Weekenders.'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/TG7TtqTuElI/AAAAAAAAACM/XzqGINaKHZE/s72-c/procrastination.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-835229010111764211</id><published>2010-07-31T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T22:52:31.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired. So tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's just a normal weekend in my campus, UTP, Tronoh, Perak.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Typical university student life i guess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my evening and nights playing futsal, getting bruises all over my legs, and muscle cramps that take weeks to heal.&lt;br /&gt;I indulge myself in LAN games, movies, and series(Korean drama's mostly).&lt;br /&gt;I try to cut down on what i eat, making sure that it doesn't cost too much.&lt;br /&gt;I wake up each morning feeling groggy, and immediately sit in front of my desktop, trying to figure out what to do. Most of the time, i just play some clips that i have already watched more than a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast isn't much of a routine anymore, and for the rest of the day, i try to do all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what is missing from my daily life here. Well, apart from religious practices which i have abandoned for a week or so, i find myself yearning for something that i eagerly let go of.&lt;br /&gt;Envy is my middle name, and being envious of those around me makes me sulk even more.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what i did back then, i have come to realize that as far as my own sense of logic and conscience affects my decisions, i most certainly have a glimpse of regret on what i have done.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could talk to someone, i wish i could talk to "you".&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i wish upon each falling star, even the ones that fall during the day, which you can't see but it does exist, that i could talk to you, the way friends do, the way i enjoyed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an introvert is my forte, i like to keep things to myself.&lt;br /&gt;It's is normal that everyone needs to let out at least a part of their stuffed problems and daily misadventures, but i don't do it, i can't. I like to be cool, as if everything is going according to plan, my very own master plan. I have seen what i can become when the lid of my sorrows pops and everything comes gushing out like a broken dam. I have seen it myself, and honestly, it ain't pretty. I let all those around me down. I even hurt my friends. By right i should be a castaway, and quite frankly, it seems that i have to start counting my blessings, coz, the time will come when it surely runs out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path i have chosen seems to lead to an old abandoned house, where no one comes to visit, afraid of the senile old man who keeps lizards as his pets. Writing about my feelings in this FMI blog seems to be the best way i can get some of these tormenting thoughts of my shoulders. I want to breath air, i want to start off anew, with no past, an exciting present, and a hopeful future. It sounds cliche, but it is truly what i desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who comes across this post, or any other emo-post that is in this blog, will be immediately bored to death, but that's the sole reason why i named it FMI. Only for me to trash talk this blog to the brim of its cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i am feeling a bit better now, all this pent-up stress is certainly taking a toll on me, mentally and physically.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-835229010111764211?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/835229010111764211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/07/tired-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/835229010111764211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/835229010111764211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/07/tired-so-tired.html' title='Tired. So tired.'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-3607556632030418383</id><published>2010-07-15T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:55:09.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End, Begin!</title><content type='html'>You know how they always say that in every end there is a new beginning, and for every beginning there is an end? They should combine these two words, and that's what you call the transition period for the end to become a new beginning. Something like "beginend" or "EndBegin", but it sounds best as " End, Begin!", cause it sounds like a countdown to an eating contest, only the "and" is a "end".&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my semester results have come out, and seriously, i couldn't sleep cause it was on my mind the whole entire time waiting for it to be uploaded on the prism thingy. I'm having mixed feelings about last semester's result; i am happy that i am still on the dean's list, but a huge part of me keeps bugging me about how much better i could have done(for the fact that i had only four subjects last sem, which is short 2 from a normal semester.). Well, what's done is done, i can't change it no matter what i do.&lt;br /&gt;This coming semester, which is in 1 week's time, i am gonna murder it. I am gonna murder it and leave no trace of the crime. And by murder i mean getting a higher score. A new hostel awaits for my friends and i, and it most probably is closer to our classes. So i guess i will try to break my habit of skipping classes.&lt;br /&gt;I have to pick up the pieces of my life(all the mistakes, regrets, upsets, and failures so far in my, rather young life) and move on with a plus sign in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i miss all of it. every single thing. even the person. i apologize again, and if i could make up for it, i would give up the world. but it was killing me, slowly, and i needed to focus on studies more. cup of tea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-3607556632030418383?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/3607556632030418383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-begin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/3607556632030418383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/3607556632030418383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-begin.html' title='End, Begin!'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-4137872468580870423</id><published>2010-06-25T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T05:14:33.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet Train to Your Head :)</title><content type='html'>Hari-hari akan berasa nak meletup. Everyday feel like exploding.&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it. Just the view shakes the blood in my veins.&lt;br /&gt;The treatment, phew, rocks the heart to pump profusely.&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of it all, i feel tired, worn out, and a painful chest.&lt;br /&gt;Headaches are coming and going, blood pressure is rising.&lt;br /&gt;When will you realize that you're not the only person alive in this god-damn world?&lt;br /&gt;When will you learn that other people have feelings too?&lt;br /&gt;When will you come to understand that people are different?&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL YOU FINALLY SEE THAT WHAT YOU DO AFFECTS THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Argh, Nevermind. Forget it. It's useless anyway. Go on, continue your dilly-dallying, chase your imaginary daisies, which you are plucking from my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-4137872468580870423?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/4137872468580870423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/06/bullet-train-to-your-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/4137872468580870423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/4137872468580870423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/06/bullet-train-to-your-head.html' title='Bullet Train to Your Head :)'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-68919716149135351</id><published>2010-06-22T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T09:34:33.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>complexity complex very complicated</title><content type='html'>You know you want it, but you feel it should not be yours. I know i want what i want, but i also realise i won't be able to get it or even maintain it. So why do i still want it? Hahaha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-68919716149135351?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/68919716149135351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/06/complexity-complex-very-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/68919716149135351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/68919716149135351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/06/complexity-complex-very-complicated.html' title='complexity complex very complicated'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-7949023687854852291</id><published>2010-06-16T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:48:26.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suck!</title><content type='html'>i am a leecher, i realise it. im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-7949023687854852291?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/7949023687854852291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/06/suck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/7949023687854852291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/7949023687854852291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/06/suck.html' title='Suck!'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-9035718188225499849</id><published>2010-05-13T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:37:57.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>somethings not lukin good.</title><content type='html'>Today, i tried to study. A minute later, i gave up. FMI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-9035718188225499849?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/9035718188225499849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/05/somethings-not-lukin-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/9035718188225499849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/9035718188225499849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/05/somethings-not-lukin-good.html' title='somethings not lukin good.'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-5636279477620616295</id><published>2010-05-10T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T03:15:40.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accepted!</title><content type='html'>Ohhh... can you just remember the moment after SPM, when you were having the time of your life, but then when the results come out.. POOF. It was all just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Now you're rushing to get accepted into some institute of higher education, well, either you're doing it for yourself, or you're being pushed to do it. It all comes down to what's best for you, and naturally at that point of time, you don't know that yourself. That's what i felt, but i don't know about other people. Anyways, i got accepted into this kick-ass university called UTP(University Technology Petronas) and i didn't know what was coming. Tests, labs, and projects hit me very hard and it took time to get used to. It does take time for students to get the hang of Uni life, and i'm pretty much stable at the moment. And when i say "get the hang of Uni life", UTP makes it such a place that you need to find something to do that's enjoyable or fun because this campus is as dead as a public toilet that is not cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while i was getting the hang of UTP, i indulged myself into watching movies, and this particular movie was a bang! The title is Accepted, made in 2006, by Universal Pictures, and the only thing that caught my attention during the first few minutes of the movie was that the female co-star was the one and only Serena Van der Woodsen!! I'm not that big a fan of Gossip Girl, but i must say that this girl is very very pretty(one of the reasons i watched Gossip Girl in the first place).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-fUztxa83I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AalI5wHG1OE/s1600/-Queen-S-Blake-serena-van-der-woodsen-style-5854300-639-480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-fUztxa83I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AalI5wHG1OE/s320/-Queen-S-Blake-serena-van-der-woodsen-style-5854300-639-480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Serena(I don't know her real name)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the movie progressed, it became more and more funnier and interesting, and soon, the main attraction wasn't just Serena(Monica was her name in the movie) but instead the whole movie itself. The synopsis is like;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A group of highschool graduates did not get accepted to any colleges, and decided to make their own college. It started with acceptance letters and also a fully functional website that accepts students with just one click(the websites motto was "Acceptance is just one click away"). Even the name of the college was funny, South Harmon Institute of Technology which in short is S.H.I.T..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-faesoQm4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/PzLBSyveriY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-faesoQm4I/AAAAAAAAAB8/PzLBSyveriY/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So eventually, the fake college that was made up just to deceive the group of unaccepted graduates started having more students(due to the one click away scheme on the website). At first, the creator of the fake college, Bartleby, wanted to tell the so-called students that the college was a fake, but after seeing the expression of happiness by being accepted that the students had on their faces, he decided to make the place something real. The courses that were available are made by the students, such as Slacking 101, Rock Our Faces Off 302, and others with very informal names. The college became more lively and the best thing was that the students were learning what they wanted to learn, not what the government thinks they should know. Unfortunately, the place where the college was created was in the way of a construction of a huge gateway for a real college - Harmon, and the dean of the college would stop at nothing to get the gateway done. So eventually the secret came out that the S.H.I.T. was a fake and Bartleby would be sued. But one of Bartleby's friend got them a meeting with the accreditation panel of Education of the state, to try and get S.H.I.T. accredited as a real college. And as usual, every movie naturally has a happy ending, so S.H.I.T. became a real college, with only 1 teacher and dean, and the students teach themselves. And also, all the students called themselves S.H.I.T. heads. Oh yeah, Bartleby got Monica too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-faqHUcOFI/AAAAAAAAACE/t4mzkK8Va0Q/s1600/acceptedver2fw7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-faqHUcOFI/AAAAAAAAACE/t4mzkK8Va0Q/s320/acceptedver2fw7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; awesome movie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bartleby: We're shitheads and we are proud to admit that!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was a great movie, and there's only one thing i can ask after watching it. Am i learning what i want to learn in my Uni? Is it what i want to do for the rest of my life? Oh well, getting accepted is hard enough, so i should stop complaining. I just wonder, what's the purpose of education ? Is it just some kind of propaganda that terrorizes students for 10 years or more and then haunts them for the rest of their lives, forcing them to live the way the system, the government, and the society dictates them to? To me, education can be a life saver in the future, where you can get a good job and salary, but some people have dreams they would die for, and it's a pity if that dream would be killed by our so-called education system.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/8277370805322289064-5636279477620616295?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/5636279477620616295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/05/accepted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/5636279477620616295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/5636279477620616295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/05/accepted.html' title='Accepted!'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-fUztxa83I/AAAAAAAAAB0/AalI5wHG1OE/s72-c/-Queen-S-Blake-serena-van-der-woodsen-style-5854300-639-480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-6372856105230460172</id><published>2010-05-07T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:38:03.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>PHuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;So long was it since i posted anything. No reasons, i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a rough time lately, or rather, these few months.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing what a student should be doing, and have been doing stuff student's should not.&lt;br /&gt;The details, well, just to keep it simple; it ain't pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will soon become a trashcan of thoughts and regrets, hopes and failures, and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't find another way to take these things of my mind, so hopefully, this might work.&lt;br /&gt;To make things clearer, for me, cause' i wanna read this later after i post it, i will start of with a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, this boy like this girl. This girl was perfect for the boy(so it seemed) so the boy was head over heels for this girl. Unfortunately, by the ever so random choice of fate, this girl only wanted the boy as kawan. But the boy don't want that, and after certain human mistakes, the boy decided to completely ignore the girl. Well, after a while, the girl was sad(so she said) cause her kawanboy is not her kawan anymore. But the boy began to see that he was being selfish and stupid, so he maafkan her, and invited her to his birthday. The boy still has that present she gave him until now (using it i may add). But after secondary, the boy and girl began to drift apart, so the boy go and try to close the gap before the girl went overseas. He still kept in touch with her when she was in a land far far away. It seemed like they were closer than ever before, only that it "seemed' that way, unfortunately not. So this girl got together with a boy who is a friend of the kawanboy, and the same human mistake happened again, causing a more severe ignorance complex. After all that happened between the girl and her kawanboy, the kawanboy will surely have a major hard time to get things together. So the kawanboy stupidly got together with a different girl he liked. The kawanboy decided that time will make him fall for this girl. It at first seemed that way, the kawanboy liked this girl very much, and would do many things for her, even stuff that would get him in serious trouble with his parents if he were found out. But the kawanboy started to realize, the way the relationship was working, he would keep getting disappointed and depressed. This was because everything the kawanboy does for this girl, it was only tearing him and the girl apart. Another point to add was that the parents of the kawanboy, were strict about dating. So the kawanboy had to lie each time, and this didn't make anything better. And the kawanboy started to mistreat the girl, and make her feel bad, and although he realized it, he didn't have the guts to keep up. He did try to make her feel better, it wasn't hard to do, but still, he could not do it. From liking to duty, he knew what had become of this thing he had with the girl. So he had to do the hardest thing. He had to become the bad guy. Well, considering the facts, the kawanboy was a badguy, so the kawanboy did it anyway. *break*&lt;br /&gt;The irony is that the kawanboy misses the girl very much but knows that the girl will be angry, and things will not be the same, but he did it because he cares for her. He knows and hopes that there is another boy out there that can give her what he could not because she deserves much more. *the end*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, end of story, and from what i have learned, friends are always friends, if you cross the line, it's gonna take a huge U-turn to get back. And also, there is more to doing the right thing than doing it just for self gain.&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time i ever told this story, and to be frank, i'm quite embarrassed by just typing it. But then again, i like to keep stuff to myself, and i don't have a freakin' diary, so i'll just post it here where nobody reads it. I'm not emotional or depressed, i just have a lot in mind, and i've got study week ahead, so my mind works best empty, or not full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-SWP4Xr74I/AAAAAAAAABs/WBup1mm365c/s1600/Untitled.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-SWP4Xr74I/AAAAAAAAABs/WBup1mm365c/s320/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-6372856105230460172?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/6372856105230460172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6372856105230460172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6372856105230460172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/S-SWP4Xr74I/AAAAAAAAABs/WBup1mm365c/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-6705536327721659443</id><published>2010-02-03T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:27:42.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pics, just Words.</title><content type='html'>I have to try to keep this blog alive. Syg je buat if i don't update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny thing when all you can describe something is written in words, but no picture to present. But with words, anything is possible, like when i say i have hair that spikes like a porcupine. First thing that comes to mind is "He's got punk'd hair.". But nah, i don't have spiky hair. My hair barely stands up. Get my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, it is much more interesting to read something in words, imagining what the hell the writer is trying to describe, compared to checking the real thing out, which can be quite "potong stim".&lt;br /&gt;I remember reading the Lord of The Rings book, and it was describing this city call Minas Tirith. How the author, Tolkien, described it, the place was a living paradise on earth. Thankfully, when the movie came out, Minas Tirith was portrayed beautifully and absolutely fit to be considered a marvel of construction, but only in fantasy. Cause' the city was actually carved out from a mountain, and was so splendid(kuno) that the idea itself would baffle even today's architects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's what makes movies that are adopted from novels such great masterpieces. Sadly, not all are that way, and even the ones that were are starting to lose their charms, probably because anxious movie goers who can't wait for the movie to be released go and purchase the book and find out what happens in the story. Ah, what a waste. Pretty good example is Harry Potter. The first one came out. It became a hit. Not watching it in a cinema would be the regret of your life. Now, i think it's the Sixth one already, but i haven't even watched the Fifth, not even the downloaded copies. Its because everyone has already read the ending, read all the books, and all that's left to do is to see the cast of the movie and the special effects. ALL ON TRAILERS. But the movie industry is still making big bucks, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the random thought, saja nak isikan blog nie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-6705536327721659443?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/6705536327721659443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-pics-just-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6705536327721659443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6705536327721659443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-pics-just-words.html' title='No Pics, just Words.'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-6634507521472269513</id><published>2010-01-31T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:06:22.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U know what i think?</title><content type='html'>O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care about what people use their blogs for, but the income they get(if they make it a business) is quite tempting.&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i treat this blog as a trash can. A place to dump all my stuff that i can't tell other people or stuff that would just burden their minds if they were to try and rationalize and then conjure up a neat conclusion, in addition to a whole new set of advices which keep ringing the same tone as ones i heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current mode = I don't know what to do(besides the obvious -&gt; studying), And I'm caught up in stuff i don't even remember getting into, or even worse, i don't know what they are.&lt;br /&gt;So here i am, dumping my rubbish, on my blog... For my poor readers to read(if there were any, hopefully none cause' it makes me look pathetic ha-ha).&lt;br /&gt;Jammed with thoughts, desires, and regrets, it is hard to focus and get things right. Thankfully, I've got my own type of cigarettes to deal with this. A pack full of DotA and on-and-off futsal games which wears me out physically, allowing me to forget my mental disturbances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished, for once, i would get my original drive back. The one that got me started on this path. Without a drive, this keeps feeling like a job that has to be done for the sake of doing it. The process becomes impossible to enjoy, the results fail to satisfy not only the person assessing it, but also the person doing the job. If i could sleep now, and wake up knowing that i have something to do, and my soul filled with passion in doing it, life in campus would be so much more lively. Instead, I'm stuck finding stuff to do to cover-up the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more this feeling of emptiness remains, i am fearing that even the drama's using foreign languages will not be enough to suffice for my lack of activities. I know this can't continue, it would be very dangerous to my pointer, but what can i do? What is there to do when the root of the problem is not known? Or maybe the problem is known, but there ain't nothing in the world that you/I can do to solve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Tonight's rant about what i think about whatever that is on my mind but not a single focused theme. Or maybe the theme is myself? Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-6634507521472269513?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/6634507521472269513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/01/u-know-what-i-think.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6634507521472269513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6634507521472269513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/01/u-know-what-i-think.html' title='U know what i think?'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-3174555786515019889</id><published>2010-01-28T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:56:01.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble...</title><content type='html'>Trouble is not a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Damn that song from Lenka, nobody wants trouble as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be talking out of my way here, but its my blog, so I'll blab about what i want.&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;At first i thought it was going to be a long time. Really.&lt;br /&gt;But then, time flew by me.&lt;br /&gt;I was thrown right into the real deal!&lt;br /&gt;UG!&lt;br /&gt;Still time flew faster than i could shout," Oi, i haven't finished studying yet!".&lt;br /&gt;There goes my first semester in UG. Three more years left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays, ah, got to spend precious time with my "dear".&lt;br /&gt;Had the time of my life with her too.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping a lot that there's more to come, but only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;But apart from that, trouble came along...&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, i don't like trouble, that's why I'm not friends with him/her/it/whatever in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Financial crunch(not that serious but enough to be troubled.)&lt;br /&gt;Family Misunderstanding(kinda left a hard-to-go-away stain.)&lt;br /&gt;Distance(why the hell must studying have to be away from home.)&lt;br /&gt;InnerSelf(the Force is troubling in me...)&lt;br /&gt;etc...(I'm not being dramatic or anything, just pouring some badass water before i get corrupted.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I trust that I will be able to see this true. Life is like this, so i will start to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;Ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;It could have been worse, so this is the end of my complaining, and the start of my working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if "you"re reading this, i will try my best, as a 18-year old student, to rearrange my priorities, and "you"re gonna be way up in the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-3174555786515019889?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/3174555786515019889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/01/stayin-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/3174555786515019889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/3174555786515019889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/01/stayin-alive.html' title='Trouble...'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-6425942520792149964</id><published>2010-01-28T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:39:52.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired Me...</title><content type='html'>Yeah, we live with regrets...&lt;br /&gt;Regrets make a big part of our lives...&lt;br /&gt;How stupid were we when we did/didn't do what we would regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, up there, goes to me!&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever say to yourself, "Sayang oh sa tida buat macam tu",&lt;br /&gt;"If I only i did something", and so on with other quotes of regrets,&lt;br /&gt; all saying the same damn thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS COULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT&lt;br /&gt;IT WOULDN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm done thinking about my regrets up to now.&lt;br /&gt;Yang sudah, akan "stay" sudah.&lt;br /&gt;Yang baru akan datang.&lt;br /&gt;New stuff coming my way, so goodbye regrets,&lt;br /&gt;hello new opportunities and challenges,&lt;br /&gt;and i'll always be reminded, i will have the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. feel like mixing up the languages a little.&lt;br /&gt;inspired by Adventureland and Time of Your Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-6425942520792149964?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/6425942520792149964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspired-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6425942520792149964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6425942520792149964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2010/01/inspired-me.html' title='Inspired Me...'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-6206929982389759298</id><published>2009-12-28T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T21:28:55.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Lose It!</title><content type='html'>Now i know what that means...crap...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-6206929982389759298?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/6206929982389759298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-lose-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6206929982389759298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6206929982389759298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-lose-it.html' title='Just Lose It!'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-980517561824882208</id><published>2009-12-20T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T05:52:34.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cuckoo!</title><content type='html'>hurm, how do you figure out what to post in a blog?&lt;br /&gt;is it daily happenings in your life?&lt;br /&gt;or, just some random movie or song that you like?&lt;br /&gt;funny, just by thinking about this useless yet quite annoying dilemma, i got a new post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-980517561824882208?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/980517561824882208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/12/cuckoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/980517561824882208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/980517561824882208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/12/cuckoo.html' title='cuckoo!'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-1472879703039513129</id><published>2009-12-16T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:28:03.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmph...</title><content type='html'>wow... it's been some time since i last posted anything on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;not that anyone would read it but, still, it was suppose to be a hobby(haha).&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how other ppl manage but i cant seem to blog at least once a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it, but i wanted to write about how ironic life is, actually mine, but only in a very short term.&lt;br /&gt;who am i to talk about how life is? im just an 18 year old guy, but imma just say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when u were a kid, and u got all sorts of promises if u did this and that?&lt;br /&gt;well, u still get them even when u have aged. i get them, haha.&lt;br /&gt;but as far as i can remember, one in particular was the promise that my dad gave me.&lt;br /&gt;it was before spm(government exam) and i was being a very rebellious teen.&lt;br /&gt;"im going to the library, be back in the evening!", was what i'd say to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;but after putting my bag in the library, i would head to the cybercafe :)&lt;br /&gt;it kept going on like this, but it reduced when my dad caught me in the act.&lt;br /&gt;thats when he promised "study now, and you can do anything after ur spm".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after spm, it smelled like freedom! but the ironic part is that i was still treated as a school kid.&lt;br /&gt;No going out at night, must have a good reason to go out, and etc.&lt;br /&gt;Spm results? I got very suprising results considering my activities(dota) before and during the exam. Results good enough to get a scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;Still, the same thing happened, no true teen freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if thats not enough, Scholarship Secured? Yeap, i did secure a good one.&lt;br /&gt;Still, school kid rules bounded me.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, even after getting good results for my foundation year, DEANs list for both sems~&lt;br /&gt;Still, no change.&lt;br /&gt;18 years old?&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it, not much freedom. Even alcohol is prohibited.&lt;br /&gt;but i still tried on my own time.&lt;br /&gt;And the real sad part is, because of these rules that are so hardly intact,&lt;br /&gt;i don't even care to ask for permission anymore.(except for dear *smile)&lt;br /&gt;but its rightfully true that parents can cage their children until the children can feed themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the free people out there (teenagers without curfew), fahamlah skit, haha, coz we (the freedom fighters) have not merdeka yet! I have tasted freedom, and boy, it is fun and exciting...&lt;br /&gt;All those who are being oppresed(not literally, but relating to this post), fight for your freedom!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lekkkk, think first, is it worth sacrificing ur source of income(for now) and the trust ur parents put into you&gt;? Whatever~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-1472879703039513129?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/1472879703039513129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmmph.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/1472879703039513129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/1472879703039513129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmmph.html' title='Hmmph...'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-765330478323230597</id><published>2009-11-21T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T06:51:47.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing.</title><content type='html'>Final papers on monday and tuesday. Haven't finish studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, i can't study, there is no drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i hope that someone isn't having a hard time for exams :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays, mine is coming soon, after i kill my papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-765330478323230597?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/765330478323230597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/765330478323230597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/765330478323230597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing.html' title='Nothing.'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-689605118966924687</id><published>2009-11-06T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T00:02:05.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Autumn</title><content type='html'>Four seasons would be fun to experience, but as they say, everything is not as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting of with summer, which is considered the best season, it's beach time! But the heat can get to hot, might be even hotter than the tropical weather here in Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is when the leaves start to wither, the coldness starts to set in. The dead leaves would be very bothersome right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter can be very fun, with the snow and frozen ponds or lakes. Playing snowballs and making snow angels, skating and sleighing. But all that snow would soon become an obstruction, and the temperature would make everyone start to sneeze and have running noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Spring! The flowers start to bloom, fruits start to fall of trees and right into our hands, animals come out of hibernation. It would seem that life just had a wake up call. But it would also mean that a new school term is up for students, and the working class heroes have to go and save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, whatever good that comes our way, there is also a bad side of it. I'm not saying really bad, but nothing is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;For me, it also applies to people. I'm not a person who has eaten a lot of salt, as they say in malay, "orang tua dah makan banyak garam", which means old people have experienced the up and down's of life and that the younger one should respect that. But in my own experience, i have met quite a variant of people, maybe as friends, customers or even the mutually interested person of the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me focus on the last part of those 3 sets of people. The opposite gender. I have my own bad experience in this love thingy, and i have also inflicted bad experiences to other people as well. One person who gave me this bad experience was actually my good friend. She was and still is a good person, with no intention of playing guys. Well, that's what i think so stop judgment and no comments. However, the day that i told her that i actually had feelings for her, that friendship was blown to smithereens, but i knew that it was a mistake that i had to make. I have to say, that i was quite persistent on getting her, so i never stopped, even though she did have a boyfriend, and the boyfriend was another good friend of mine. Thus, two friendships were blown to smithereens. All this while, i thought bad of her, just so that it could make me feel better, which really didn't help at all. Its just that i had the time of my life (so far, but im sure more stuff will be way awesome) with her as a friend and i thought that if we were more than that, things would have rocketed to the sky. But this love thing is a two way street, and if we both don't go the same way, why go to the trouble of trying. This sulky feeling has been with me all the while, and i have been trying to get rid of it. And now, i can proudly say that it is if not gone, it is dead with only a shell of the feeling left behind to remind me of my stupidity to accept reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really made me understand her choice and how things turnout was just a simple movie, 500 hari musim panas, which i saw in BIG CHEESE. People come into our life for a reason, and they also go for a reason. Some people stay in our lives also for a reason. Its not the end of the world like in 2012 or the apocalypse like in Supernatural. Its just that every beginning has an end, and every end leads to a new beginning. Cheers to the movie, and its time to accept things as they are, and also try to see things as what they may not seem to be, because living life in a lie is a life not worth living. Those who still live in past love or need help to get over someone, just try and watch the movie. Seeing how Thomas Hamson get a revelation could be just the thing to ease that wounded heart. And if you're wondering, it's not a love story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-689605118966924687?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/689605118966924687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-day-of-autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/689605118966924687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/689605118966924687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/11/1st-day-of-autumn.html' title='1st Day of Autumn'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-6276057358802972392</id><published>2009-10-19T19:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:19:06.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Attack!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered how does it feel like on the eve of your own birthday? Would you care if your pals and buddies remembered it? Or were you even expecting at least something? Yeah, i know... the feeling of uncertainty/close-to-giving-up on whether there is at least someone who is going to wish you happy birthday kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is the first time i was shocked. I mean totally shocked. My friends planned the whole thing silently, and the worst thing is that i didn't have the slightest hint that something was going to happen that night. It begins by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;There lived ME in my room in V1A on a typical Monday of the month October. This day ought to be special to me in a way; it was the eve of my birthday. Born on the 20th of October, this day being the 19th brought to me such thrill in anticipation of my birthday. The irrefutable fact that i never said much of the date on which i came into this world instilled in me assurance that i would not be ambushed by birthday pranks or parties.&lt;br /&gt;The whole prank began with a harmless gift from Yaukin, who came into my room earlier that night, when the clock stroke 10. The scheme was then broken into a few parts, where, Yaukin would serve as the distraction, while the rest of my friends would pretend they are absorbed by their DotA game.&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/_LTdAi4JkZCE/St0rPm5-F-I/AAAAAAAAABc/b5t4EFlGULo/s1600-h/Photo296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/St0rPm5-F-I/AAAAAAAAABc/b5t4EFlGULo/s400/Photo296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394515475801446370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the harmless gift...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 11.55pm, my girlfriend called, wanting to wish me happy birthday, but only when the time was exactly 00.00pm/am where the day enters the date of the 20th. We talked for about half an hour, and when i went back into my room, Yaukin was still there on my laptop. I decided  to go and take a bath and go to bed, because having a birthday wish from my dear was more than enough. That is when i was attacked. The lights of the bathroom were turned off. I thought it was just a blackout or someone switched the lights off as a usual prank. I went to the door of the bathroom to switch the lights back on, but i was naive. Outside the door, my friends were standing around in a circle, two of them holding each a bucket filled with soap water. Without hesitation, they splashed me with it, with only my towel on, i couldn't think of evading it because i was busy trying to keep my towel from dropping. When the both buckets were emptied on me, i noticed a pair of stockings on the floor of the bathroom. The soap water was poisoned with Fli's socks that weren't washed for the entire semester!!! That was the first time i was caught off guard on my own birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After cleaning up, we all sat down in my room. Apparently, my friends also organized a feast in which to celebrate my defeat(birthday). Fried noodles, soft drinks, and banana cake were on the menu that night. We all laughed and chatted and the feast was livened up with three bottles of beer, which was obviously not enough for everyone(excluding those who can't drink). After having our full, everyone retreated for some shuteye/personal business. What a night! I was exhausted, feeling happy and contented.&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/_LTdAi4JkZCE/St0rBnTGlgI/AAAAAAAAABU/nFJIr9im_VI/s1600-h/Photo295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/St0rBnTGlgI/AAAAAAAAABU/nFJIr9im_VI/s400/Photo295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394515235388691970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;three bottles gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_LTdAi4JkZCE/St0q80XgnaI/AAAAAAAAABM/GceA4kPXbHY/s1600-h/Photo294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/St0q80XgnaI/AAAAAAAAABM/GceA4kPXbHY/s400/Photo294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394515152997490082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;banana cake and secret recipe cake knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU to all my friends who were there for the ambush and the small party in my room:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimi, Jai, Jeremy, Mark, Fli(and his smelly socks), Lorenzo@LoLo, Yaukin, Nuzul, and Syahmi(who needed sleep because he had a test the following day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who wished my happy birthday, FB or sms, i really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for this post, have fun reading, because i had fun experiencing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-6276057358802972392?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/6276057358802972392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/10/sudden-attack.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6276057358802972392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/6276057358802972392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/10/sudden-attack.html' title='Sudden Attack!!'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/St0rPm5-F-I/AAAAAAAAABc/b5t4EFlGULo/s72-c/Photo296.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-3288054995683101082</id><published>2009-10-12T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:41:03.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Has Happened Over The Weekend...</title><content type='html'>Its been some time since i had done stuff that actually was worthwhile during my weekends here in UTP. If its the usual me, i would play games the whole day, eat, sleep, and go for futsal, and then continue the games, and then sleep. I would wake up on Monday saying,"What the hell did i do during the weekends?", mainly because i didn't finish my homework and assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guess what... I did something that i thought i would never do unless i was forced to!&lt;br /&gt;Let me start from the beginning, i was invited by my campus commander for DiGi Yellow Army to go for this leadership camp all the way down in Shah Alam. At first i was thinking that it would be B***S*iT because i've been such a pessimist all the while. But since it came with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;transport to the All American Rejects &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;concert in 1Utama, it would be hitting two birds with one stone! I'm a big fan of AAR so i really wanted to go to the concert, the camp was long forgotten since the word "concert" came up. But something unfortunate had to happen, the concert was postponed. The leader of the band got injured so they could not perform on the specific date. Although i was told that i could pull out from the camp, i joined anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/StNM2LL0m3I/AAAAAAAAABA/divEURo9C2I/s1600-h/Photo291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/StNM2LL0m3I/AAAAAAAAABA/divEURo9C2I/s320/Photo291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391737672491637618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                      &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the camp book!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey to Shah Alam was rather tedious, because instead of taking the bus at 2pm, Charles(UTP DiGi Campus Advisor) and i had to go from Taman Maju to Medan Gopeng to get a 3.30pm bus to KL. On the way to KL there was an accident where a lorry crashed into the  side of the road, causing traffic, and thus, delaying our bus ride. Finally in KL, we took a taxi ride to the D'House in Shah Alam, which was the place the camp would take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'House was amazing, it's not your average office, its like a creative piece of art, where work meets leisure. I have no pictures of it anyways, but the view was marvelous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/StNLsSdg3JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PB3fI7KzKEA/s1600-h/Photo290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/StNLsSdg3JI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PB3fI7KzKEA/s320/Photo290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391736403134569618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our exercise book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time the trainer, U2 Kumar went up on stage, he didn't look that much of a trainer, but after he spoke his first few words, i could predict that we were on a one way ticket to self enlightenment and excitement. Comparing to a few other camps and seminars i have been to, Kumar's seminar was one of a kind. This man made a lot of difference to me and hopefully to the rest of the participants. He was really funny too, saying "mouchacha" and "hamchimpeng".&lt;br /&gt;Everything has its good and bad sides, and i must say that the camp wasn't all that perfect. The hostel we stayed in had a bathroom that was in bad shape, but still usable of course. The timing of the schedule was not proper with the seminar, and we even had assignments which was given by Kumar. The worst was the lack of sleep, since i came to Shah Alam half drained, and i couldn't sleep long in this camp since there was a lot of activities going on, and if i didn't take part, i wouldn't enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole thing, i met quite a number of people, and as usual, exchanging stories and experiences, and soon, exchanging email addresses for Facebook. We were all a bunch of crazy people, but not as crazy as Charles batch. I befriended a person who could breakdance very well, some others from Uitm Sabah, Unimas Kuching and many more. I also had this team leader from UTM Johor, who couldn't sleep because she had too much energy. Her name is Supia Chao, and at first, her name sounded like Malay, but in fact she is a Chinese from Ipoh, Perak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the camp ended, i was more than happy because i was super exhausted and wanted to have some rest. Stopped by Lowyat to get myself a mouse pad from Razer, to complement my Deathadder :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/StNLDyWeACI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bx7_B9yE-dg/s1600-h/Photo289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/StNLDyWeACI/AAAAAAAAAAw/bx7_B9yE-dg/s320/Photo289.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391735707320320034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                 Razer DeathAdder and Razer Goliathus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching UTP, I was totally out of juice. After having my bath, played a few dota games, i crashed on my bed. Oh well, the weekend was over, and wow, it was a great one. I even managed to honestly give my gratitude to someone, and i am happy about it, hopefully she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the whole story for my weekend, and wow, that's one long post. TTFN :)&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;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-3288054995683101082?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/3288054995683101082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-has-happened-over-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/3288054995683101082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/3288054995683101082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-has-happened-over-weekend.html' title='What Has Happened Over The Weekend...'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/StNM2LL0m3I/AAAAAAAAABA/divEURo9C2I/s72-c/Photo291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-4546857590604600870</id><published>2009-10-07T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:47:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration Gone Wild!!</title><content type='html'>/*This is a post which is made because there is nothing fun to do in my SP lab.*/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey All!!&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't have any followers yet except myself, its nice to greet people.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a typical Thursday in my semester, quite packed with lectures and labs, but there is one exciting event on this special day.&lt;br /&gt;At approximately 5pm today, in Block N test room, Our beloved Discrete Maths lecturer is giving us our long awaited Test 2! Man, its been ages since I actually started to read on this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, students work harder under pressure, but in my case, I only start to work under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;So, hopefully, the questions aren't that difficult, and if questions that weren't covered in the tutorials somehow magically come out, it would be the death of me and my gpa for the semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the lab session, the foreign lab tutor is explaining as haRd as he can, but due to the unfamiliar slang and wandering minds of young students, I could barely give any attention to him. Or it could be that I wrote this post while he was teaching? Ha ha, sorry Mr. IdunnoUrName, I promise I will pay attention next time. Wee, but its easier said then done right? So I wouldn't give much hope on myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all Folks! Till next time, ttfn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-4546857590604600870?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/4546857590604600870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustration-gone-wild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/4546857590604600870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/4546857590604600870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/10/frustration-gone-wild.html' title='Frustration Gone Wild!!'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8277370805322289064.post-7120195160824013498</id><published>2009-10-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T22:00:26.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a Blog!!!</title><content type='html'>I got a Blog!!&lt;br /&gt;In my SP LAB!!&lt;br /&gt;kimi and faris and prime influenced me...&lt;br /&gt;Thats what i call bad influence...&lt;br /&gt;So, i guess i have a new hobby, BLOGGING :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8277370805322289064-7120195160824013498?l=ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/feeds/7120195160824013498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/7120195160824013498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8277370805322289064/posts/default/7120195160824013498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ofcourseitsavailable.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-got-blog.html' title='I got a Blog!!!'/><author><name>yves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989253551317518155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LTdAi4JkZCE/Ss2de1JSy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fqs2Lfrvh6o/S220/DSC01695.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
