<?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-2307419946509129513</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:01:31.860+08:00</updated><category term='Emo'/><category term='Insomnia'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Revolution Will Not Be Blogged</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-9041661428145036289</id><published>2011-03-10T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:06:29.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To A New Place</title><content type='html'>I have no more desire to write here anymore..new place perhaps??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-9041661428145036289?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9041661428145036289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-new-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/9041661428145036289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/9041661428145036289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-new-place.html' title='To A New Place'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-284528100974289219</id><published>2010-08-07T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:46:33.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpDQJnI4OhU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpDQJnI4OhU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Is it getting better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Or do you feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Will it make it easier on you now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; You got someone to blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; You say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; When it's one need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; In the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; We get to share it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Leaves you baby if you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Don't care for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Did I disappoint you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Or leave a bad taste in your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; You act like you never had love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; And you want me to go without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Well it's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; To drag the past out into the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; We're one, but we're not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; We get to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Carry each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Carry each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Have you come here for forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Have you come to raise the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Have you come here to play Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; To the lepers in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Did I ask too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; More than a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; You gave me nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Now it's all I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; We're one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; But we're not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Well we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Hurt each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Then we do it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; You say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Love is a temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Love a higher law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Love is a temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Love the higher law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; You ask me to enter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; But then you make me crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; And I can't be holding on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; To what you got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; When all you got is hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; You got to do what you should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; With each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; But we're not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; We get to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Carry each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; Carry each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One...life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-284528100974289219?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/284528100974289219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/284528100974289219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/284528100974289219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/08/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-2173006333403847775</id><published>2010-07-24T23:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T00:29:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. 黑怪</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;小狗Teddy来以后小妹就很少陪它了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;但我也不怪她，人之常情...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;黑怪它乃家中第一个宝。贪吃、好动、友善、还很香下xP（因为他很黏妹，沾到了妹头发的洗发水味道）。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;生前拍下了它很多的照片，全老鼠家族它的最多。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;希望你一路好走...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TEsPwRd9SiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/36zo6FRedsU/s1600/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;黑怪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx/xx/08 - 21/07/10&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/2307419946509129513-2173006333403847775?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2173006333403847775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/rip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2173006333403847775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2173006333403847775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/rip.html' title='R.I.P. 黑怪'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TEsPwRd9SiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/36zo6FRedsU/s72-c/Picture+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-6343440274100552125</id><published>2010-07-21T23:03:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:48:39.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TEcSPCzN3VI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rxKsYxhb63A/s1600/38349_145153005497875_100000095286390_437187_7020053_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TEcSPCzN3VI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rxKsYxhb63A/s200/38349_145153005497875_100000095286390_437187_7020053_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496381919888006482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Form 6 Physics 2 (nvm whether upper or lower or not ^^) celebrated Pn. Nur Jannah's birthday today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Wc and I went to Zen yesterday and bought Chocolate Indulgence from Zen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Kada and crew came up with this great idea to make a huge board with pockets each labelled with an alphabet (symbols included) of ' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;"Happy Birthday Pn. Nur Jannah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; ', each pockets inserted with a card from all members of 6F2, with our wishes and a pic so that she'll never forget our faces. Li-Za proposed that all of us went missing to surprise Pn. NJ, which just a few participated lol =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Still, we prepared the cake at F3, Peh with his guitar, lc there stand by to sing, with other class members who 'went missing' outside and we went in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Situation gets merrier when lc, samson and also weesern also joined in to perform. Then our lovebirds classmate jk and grace are asked to intro their partner to Pn. NJ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The part where everybody sing, reminds me so much of the great, crazy, laid back time we had last year. Never in my secondary school life as been this interesting haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TEcQmJyRq3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/TkjJmydLQJk/s1600/38119_429463634192_691599192_4733639_3570325_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TEcQmJyRq3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/TkjJmydLQJk/s200/38119_429463634192_691599192_4733639_3570325_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496380117876845426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll never forget this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days in school are really numbered. Everybody gotta work hard now. Especially you lc and ks, lol&lt;br /&gt;We'll work together k...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-6343440274100552125?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6343440274100552125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/nostalgic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/6343440274100552125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/6343440274100552125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TEcSPCzN3VI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rxKsYxhb63A/s72-c/38349_145153005497875_100000095286390_437187_7020053_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-1691160747223147159</id><published>2010-07-17T15:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T15:42:15.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>精神革命</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;剩下大概三个月半了，是时候闭门练功咯。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-1691160747223147159?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1691160747223147159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1691160747223147159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1691160747223147159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='精神革命'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-7845807859999738314</id><published>2010-07-17T02:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:31:38.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;These days, I'm feeling a lil more optimistic inside me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Which is a good sign for me hehe... Imma luvin' the laid-back, crazy sick attitude I'm having now. Don't really care too much anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hmm, a friend of mine suggested that this blog is too boring. Haha thanks for telling me.. I gotta add some flavours in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So, today I wanna introduce y'all to my tiny fam members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECpUg1ZGsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gE0O51MUIz8/s1600/Picture+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECpUg1ZGsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gE0O51MUIz8/s200/Picture+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494577715268360898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Youngest Son.&lt;br /&gt;Chubby(and when I said chubby&lt;br /&gt;I meant fat), dreamy and anti-social&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECn2rbvJXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rhNwvE32y7c/s1600/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECn2rbvJXI/AAAAAAAAAOM/rhNwvE32y7c/s200/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494576103205840242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;Hot(got curves xP), gentle and&lt;br /&gt;by now delivered more than 10 babies gua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECn2OqR8SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tFd17pprpM4/s1600/Picture+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECn2OqR8SI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tFd17pprpM4/s200/Picture+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494576095482212642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;The Father.&lt;br /&gt;Most popular, photogenic,&lt;br /&gt;spoiled by sis, lovable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECn18blpqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3pATgR3rjyo/s1600/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECn18blpqI/AAAAAAAAAN8/3pATgR3rjyo/s200/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494576090588751522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Mom with her eye 'winked'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECn1i0eqHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MjWmnlWeFLQ/s1600/19022010_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECn1i0eqHI/AAAAAAAAAN0/MjWmnlWeFLQ/s200/19022010_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494576083713828978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Little Pink Hooded Papa, just bathed, and get spoiled~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;lol...too much picture of them, can't put them sekali gus so maybe again next time ba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-7845807859999738314?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7845807859999738314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/these-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7845807859999738314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7845807859999738314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/these-days.html' title='These Days'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/TECpUg1ZGsI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gE0O51MUIz8/s72-c/Picture+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-5776718000353129739</id><published>2010-06-16T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:15:18.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xx xx</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;最近很乱啊我的头脑～不懂做么会酱。。。。该去学静坐养神。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;要开学了。虽然有读到书、做到练习但还是不足够。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;又有一个王八蛋R＆D要做，显！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;近来脾气会比较坏点。姓杨的（不是我）！我很想再跟你吵架多一次。你竟然可以什么都不管什么都不理，真的很想巴你。认识了你这么久，就中六我们不断地翻脸又和好，这样重复很累。你几时变得这么X了？算了我也显了，你自己来加把劲吧。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;xx xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;讲开心的。昨天party很爽，回家时已三点了哈哈swt～ 过后第一次看足球赛－巴西对朝鲜，到四点多，刺激。长得这么大了才会欣赏足球赛 xP 巴西万岁！朝鲜也不错，虽然我是反共的但你们真的很好，起码也为亚洲争光，输得也光彩有专业。今天补六小时的习，要颠了哈哈。。。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;大家加油！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-5776718000353129739?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5776718000353129739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/xx-xx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/5776718000353129739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/5776718000353129739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/xx-xx.html' title='xx xx'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-8624850504276183977</id><published>2010-06-08T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T01:45:17.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;MUET Night is over. I kinda miss performing on stage and yeah, it's my first time performing on stage- and I'm loving it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to:-&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Lc. For inviting me to join the opening act of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;, I really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Bravo too for making the seemingly impossible/fussy MUET Night happened.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Kb. For choreographing, even though I don't really like my 'solo' haha but thanks for the part.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Every dancers. For sportingly coming out of our shells and hit the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;David. For leading this double-dose-MV of our class.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Li-Za. For her dedication, and getting thru this headache by tirelessly keeping the sailing straight.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;also to Kada. For her sheer determination and courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1141275147406&amp;amp;comments"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:webdings;" &gt;Bad Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Watch the vid here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;After this: Revision + revision + revision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;All Form 6 add oil ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-8624850504276183977?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8624850504276183977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8624850504276183977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8624850504276183977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/thanks.html' title='Thanks'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-6011254473079000115</id><published>2010-05-28T10:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:39:03.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;from my view...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;is the day when Siddhata Gautama was borned, has attained enlightenment and died. These events occured in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Buddhism is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a religion as most people interpret it, since it does not preaches god(s) and sets rules for its devotees to follow. It is not much of philosophy or ideology either. Acco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;rding to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sangha&lt;/span&gt; (monks) and most practitioner, Buddhism is a way of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;life. The common goal for Buddhists is to be liberated from all forms of sufferings, physical ailments and reincarnation, and wisdom via attaining enlightenment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S_-OVeTNB3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ljRBFCcr6_Q/s1600/CAKLERNF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S_-OVeTNB3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ljRBFCcr6_Q/s200/CAKLERNF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476252171467818866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Many mistaken the Buddha as a god/deity. B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;uddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; is also been mistaken as the maker of universe or God for us Buddhist. In actual fact, he is a man who cannot create miracle or procure m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;agic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Enlightenment/Nirvana, as of my interpr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;etation and as most Buddhist believe, is where a human attained a state where he/she is able to seek truths; is free of any desires, negativity and cannot be moved by any temptations; no longer be bound by reincarnation and physical ailments; and is very wise.&lt;br /&gt;Buddha has the ability to help people who have trouble with their lives and lead them, like a teacher teaching students in their studies. He serves as more or less a spiritual psychotherapist too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;There are 3 main branch of Buddhism: Theravada, Mahayana and Vajrayana; alongside Zen, Pure Land sect etc..&lt;br /&gt;The main branches existing in Malaysia are Mahayana, where most of the devotees are Chinese and its teachings here blends together with Pure Land sect; Theravada, where its monks are mostly from Nepal, Sri Lanka or India. Theravada is said to be the closest to the oldest teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S_-O8Bh8kZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LDQk6e67MTw/s1600/a-buddhist-monk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S_-O8Bh8kZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LDQk6e67MTw/s200/a-buddhist-monk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476252833759924626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Buddhism encourages open-mindedness and logic thinking. Unlike what most TV shows portrait it as a strict, ultra-conservative religion. Hence, there are no strict rules for its devotees, only advice/restrains like the restraints: no killings, alcohols, lies, immoral sexual behavior. Only sangha need to follow the restrain strictly.&lt;br /&gt;Still, like I just said, Buddhism promotes logical and critical thinking. Eg. A monk saw a man running towards him with blood all over his body and hid beneath the bushes behind this monk. He pleads the monk to help him. Then come a man with a weapon who is finding for that hiding man. The weapon wielding man asks the monk about the hiding man's whereabouts. Since monks are not allowed to lie, aren't he supposed to tell the truth but at the same time will cost the innocent man's life?&lt;br /&gt;Well in this case, it is not an offense for the monk to tell lie. This is where I like to clear the stereotypes of Buddhist monks as straight-thinking persons.&lt;br /&gt;We do not believe in unforgivable sins and permanent residency in hell.&lt;br /&gt;We also accept any social views as long as it does not psychologically harm the society and causes great sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Buddhism ponders life, not creationism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;When Buddhism is just established, there are no written word yet in Northen India. The Dharma (Buddha's teaching) is passed down verbally until words are created. There are also not much restrictions in Buddhism, devotees are free to interpret what they believe and not to follow blindly. Sadly, most Buddhists are rather superstitious and accept blindly what is taught to them. Different branches have different approaches and believes, where some like in Thailand and certain sects that blended with other believes like Pure Land are more religion-like, which leads to misinterpretations from others. This scene is can be seen in shows like 西游记.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; Most people thinks that Buddhism is pessimistic. We are serious when in our elements to Buddhism because we are open to the world, we not only study the Dharma but the world, more or less like General Studies. Hence we seem to be more sobre, but underneath that mantra siting and meditation are thankfulness, understanding and calmness. We are only not as optimistic/active as others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;FYI, the term 'Buddha' is known as The Awakened One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;lol, I'm not an educator. But I do wish to use all my knowledge on Buddhism to clear the fog surrounding Buddhism. If there's any mistakes do tell me tq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Thanks to Bhante Kovida, Mr. Oh Kim Leng and my uncle for leading me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-6011254473079000115?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6011254473079000115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/vesak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/6011254473079000115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/6011254473079000115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/vesak.html' title='Vesak'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S_-OVeTNB3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ljRBFCcr6_Q/s72-c/CAKLERNF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-2749939238801870172</id><published>2010-05-13T02:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:32:07.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;最近比较懒惰要更新部落...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;刚温习化学边听电台，是爱FM的＇安全考古地带＇，主持人叫吉安。这节目令我再次对华文音乐产生了兴趣，尤其是非主流／独立系音乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;每晚九点到十一点。本人较喜欢拜一、三、五的，分别是关于音乐／电影／艺术的谈访、传统华乐、独立西洋或华文音乐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;非常喜欢＾＾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiankaogudidai.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;http://jiankaogudidai.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;等考完试了再会回来。有挺多事情想分享。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;为考试加劲吧，朋友们！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-2749939238801870172?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2749939238801870172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2749939238801870172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2749939238801870172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-2870167147334916672</id><published>2010-04-29T00:14:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T00:59:37.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S9hgHhDBlBI/AAAAAAAAALY/YEkDvp9lIbw/s1600/21022010_009_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S9hgHhDBlBI/AAAAAAAAALY/YEkDvp9lIbw/s200/21022010_009_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465223830060504082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;18/04/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It rained rather heavily last Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The weather was cool, the air exceptionally fresh, the grass was wet and the soil was soft, they make the task to dig a small grave guiltily easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He has been a good companion. He is gentle for most of the times, and can be quite stubborn at times, just like me. There are times where I would bring him out of his small container home, and place him on top of our messy dining table so he can walk around freely. And I always remind him in Chi: ' Don't ever attempt to jump off the table. ' Which he does of course, most of the times until someday he finally at least know what I'm trying to convey and ceased to jump off. I'm really amazed at how he managed to survive that 3 feet jump judging from his size, all the time again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;He does not eat much too, he can be picky sometimes. So I switch between cereals, carrots, peanuts or pet food, and if I could some apple cubes.&lt;br /&gt;He loves to exercise on the hamster's exercise ball like his mother, who is still alive now. And he can be really silly sometimes, by pooping or peeing inside the ball yet still continue to run. In the end, he created a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike most hamsters, he never attempt to bite you, if he's about to do so, he'll give you a gentle warning.&lt;br /&gt;Like me, the two of us love to daydream. He'll sit at the corner of his home, and look like a meditating furry monk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he departs, he barely touched a food nor a drop of water. It kills me inside to see a friend over the edge, and unable to do anything about it.  So many fond memories I would like to share, but I guess I'll keep them to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Miss you much.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S9hlVqAGYRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c6OhspLjMsk/s1600/Picture+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S9hlVqAGYRI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c6OhspLjMsk/s200/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465229570540462354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;米弟＠阿麦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;06/01/09 - 18/04/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-2870167147334916672?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2870167147334916672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/miss-you-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2870167147334916672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2870167147334916672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/miss-you-much.html' title='Miss You Much'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S9hgHhDBlBI/AAAAAAAAALY/YEkDvp9lIbw/s72-c/21022010_009_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-4811738308691871694</id><published>2010-04-16T04:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T05:01:58.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooling in April</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lot of things progressed this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got more lovebugs. And some friendships clarified, some repaired, some still hanging.&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing, is that I'm progressing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to pick up the pieces and really pave my way ahead.&lt;br /&gt;No time to lose. Everything is so fast that if you do not make yourself to follow, you will be left out. Especially in terms of studies.&lt;br /&gt;Now I realised how important it is to really finish or at least try to do those homework given. And to revise every week what you've learned cuz you'll be forgetting them after a month.&lt;br /&gt;I should have done them since last year.&lt;br /&gt;But, this is always me. Self-destruct before self-constructing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I really appreciate Form 6. It may be the busiest and f-ed up year I ever spent on, still I'm grateful for all the friends I know this year. Especially the few of you- you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for appearing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS/ I LOOOVE indie musics a lot now. Mainstream is no longer my taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-4811738308691871694?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4811738308691871694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/fooling-in-april.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/4811738308691871694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/4811738308691871694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/fooling-in-april.html' title='Fooling in April'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-3908356699959333087</id><published>2010-04-03T03:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:37:18.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horizon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I used to have the map on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of some reasons, we lose ourselves in crossroads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I must search for my home, once again by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to wave away the fog, so I can see signboards again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must find sunshine again. Because dark clouds only pale your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the road, I will choose to make wrong turns, because I am still allowed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be difficult to go back, as I had forgotten to cast pebbles on the paths I trodden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must reach my home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise myself, that I will reach there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-3908356699959333087?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3908356699959333087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/horizon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3908356699959333087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3908356699959333087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/04/horizon.html' title='The Horizon'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-7588593377229130680</id><published>2010-03-29T05:11:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T03:38:50.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;终于再接触我的部落了...好就没来哈哈长草了...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;考试成绩刚刚分完。就像 Mr. Chin 所预测，班上的女学生都崛起&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;了，我认为前十名超过一半都是女生。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;而全部科目没有 fail 的也仅仅三、四位罢了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;但对那些用工的朋友们，恭喜你们哦，耕耘付出了，希望你们再接在励！继续为理二班争光，顺便记得照顾好身子哦＾＾不然累坏就不好了...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;这次三月假期过得还挺充实的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;假期前的星期五，带了妹妹跟了一班朋友去看 "Alice In Wonderland" 3D版，还第一次坐在最前的一排，看完了有&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;点晕晕地走出来。对于那些不怎么重视影音特效的朋友，可以的话就别去买3D版的戏票吧，很废下又贵。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;挺Enjoy...＾＾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;礼拜天，家里&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;买了一只小狗，西施 + poodle种，两个月多的小公狗，连叫声都&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S6_OaMcnOqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zMavfZ7Y4cc/s1600/18032010_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S6_OaMcnOqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zMavfZ7Y4cc/s200/18032010_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453804623182117538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;未&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;成熟哈哈很可爱。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;名字也还没正式地定下=P 或是NoNo/BoyBoy/Teddy／球球， 我们都还没同意要怎称呼它。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;每天早上它都会来个 morning call，很烦下 T＿T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;但每当他用那眼神看你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;的时候，你就会不舍得对它大呼小叫了哈哈。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;拜四去唱K！终于再可以唱K了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;，等&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;这时候很久了。LC 的唱功进步了很多，比以前更流畅百倍、想不到 AMY ＆ STEPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; 唱歌很好听，高音拉得好厉害下、KB 竟会唱蓝调／爵士歌得超想样有才华；我呢？想不到会点绕舌哦哈哈...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;更enjoy..＾＾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;拜五去拜访婷。她真的成熟了很多 =）&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;女大十六变咯，很高兴再次能和你相聚。&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那，星期一到四学&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;校则有补化学课。真辛苦了老师，花力又花时间来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;辛辛苦苦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;地教我们，但很多人都没出席。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;开学...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;星期五更糟糕，补课出席的人数又寥寥无几，尤其是男生。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;我也不想再fail化学了。我知道我可以的，Insya-Allah,今天就开始吧！不辜负老师&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;也不浪费自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;其实，很多时候都是学生自己的问题。老师怎么教书法不适合自己的口味也不&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;该放纵。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;中六真的跟中五的差别很大，得靠的始终是自己。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;OPS！对了，星期四是Rachel &amp;amp; Elaine的生日。竟忘了向你们祝贺，说&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;是迟，无论如何，十九快乐哦！！＾＾&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;大家加油！！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-7588593377229130680?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7588593377229130680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7588593377229130680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7588593377229130680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='March of Life'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S6_OaMcnOqI/AAAAAAAAAK8/zMavfZ7Y4cc/s72-c/18032010_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-8260365474764115118</id><published>2010-02-27T03:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T05:28:24.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Observing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm feeling kinda lazy nowadays to update my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mainly because I'm surfing a few websites at the same time, leaving 'New Post' there staring blankly at me; so I wrote blank things in return. And by the way, I'm itching to type in Mandarin again. I dunno why but I feel it helps me express more than what Eng can. It's funny you know, I used to thought that I have a fling with Eng, as I love to write and think (yeah, thinking) in Eng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But no choice, I wanna type more in Eng to see how far my grammar goes. So in case I'm having major gram mistake do notify me haha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well school's been a rush as usual. BUT, I feel that I'm starting to catch up: I can actually pay 35% more concentration in class compared to last time. Not bad, a leap at least...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cuz there are things (a lot of things actually) happening around me, somehow they are so #*^#ing annoying, that they prompted me to build this wall of emotions. It's a huge barrier, against unpleasent thoughts and raw emotions + laziness. It kinda work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I'm acting more weird. Eg, I wanna say something that's important to someone or else it may cause some misunderstanding, I somehow didn't express myself, and other things which are similiar to this incident. Here's the flaw of my barrier: Difficulty to express.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of this wall thingy, I learnt about it from articles concerning psychology, online. Pretty awkward when you first heard it, but in fact it's so true, not those felt like made up weird thingy. As what I'd deduce from my observations. Some of my friends have this partial barrier too, in order to concentrate, they choose to ignore certain events and people some times, which rather annoy me. Imagine I'm talking to you, and you and I knew that you're listening, but you act like I ain't talking to you. =.= Well this barrier is for me to filter minor things out, more of a sort of 'meditating' while in conscious state, to block other outer influences and to focus on a particular subject. @.@ lame i know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Call me bitter. But lots of people today love to act like they know it all. Not pointing my finger to anybody particular but rather the events happening around me. See, a problem statement came in, and this people would like *eyes roll* talk like they're some kinda wise man or a great leader who have this solution or answer. I would wish that it struck them to do self-reflections and ego-checking first XD. To avoid confusion, they're not any yall know I guess. They're people with face I recognice but name unknown, so it's not anyone of yall, chill~ ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Coming to this topic, I do realise from my observ (haha I'm a self-indulging observer/questioner, I'm goin to the point of Mr. Know-it-all :P) that people tend to judge the behaviours of other people without really doing a full research. Myself included but that's the past tense already (Sometimes, I doubt it was a past @_@ like right now (?) ).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;See, it's like through one's decision or action, we tend to &lt;em&gt;label&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;brand&lt;/em&gt; that person, which is really not a good thing. &lt;em&gt;Circumstances change people&lt;/em&gt;. We do not know how one feels when one is carrying out an action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human judge with emotion, and rarely with logic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(A quote from Fullmetal Achemist XD, nicest anime I've seen this year so far)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But good friends do not do that :) we see each other's flaws, yet we appreciate each other for being able to blend with it, and overlook jagged edge over to their flawless edge ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, a break from my 'observations'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmm.. In the near near future, I would definitely write a blog post back in Chi. Then sorta change this blog into a music platform haha... Which the music have lesser mainstream attention ones. Then upload some pix I had taken to share with yall bout my life in the past few weeks/month (Definitely not S.S. pix XD). Oh yeah, I would love to add a music cafe theme to this blog. Yup, cafe, with coffees and evening teas, my fav. With late evening sky and rainy day and night time ^^ that is until I'd learn how to change blog's HTML thingy yet. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Exams coming. Try hard. If it stuck, try harder :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Strive together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-8260365474764115118?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8260365474764115118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8260365474764115118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8260365474764115118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm_27.html' title='Observing'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-7148734076818075831</id><published>2010-02-22T05:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:29:41.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life is always a rush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Time is either chasing us, or we chase it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yet, I have to constantly remind myself to slow down and observe my surroundings, so that I do not miss anything beautiful passes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Some of my decisions are painful, so as the mistakes. But if that is it, then that's an injury that I will bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;CNY comes to an end. School starts again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So, I'll need to pack my suitcase now, and continue travelling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Would you be a friend, who would join me in a bus, or follow into a limousin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-7148734076818075831?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7148734076818075831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7148734076818075831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7148734076818075831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/rush.html' title='Rush'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-8363465874764316695</id><published>2010-02-16T02:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T05:22:00.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insomnia'/><title type='text'>Insomnia 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hmm.. Lesser time of emo-ness from me and lets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Have some laughs for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Here's what I stumbled on Youtube today as I can't sleep right now... Kinda insomnia I guess...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So this is one of the vids that makes me laugh like $hht XD XD XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Warning&lt;/span&gt;: Strictly for people who can't stand rude/vulgar (it's not porn =.=, literally :P) things. Not recommended for good boys &amp;amp; girls.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;You know who you are if you can take this in.&lt;br /&gt;The offensive-less would be the last two.&lt;br /&gt;While the funniest (ever!) part is at 3:30 for vid #2&lt;br /&gt;BE WARNED for the first two!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qStdbyGGnrU&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLTxPWITUzQ&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1w3evmb-z4Y&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvbEiGa8kPk&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x999999" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-8363465874764316695?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8363465874764316695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8363465874764316695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8363465874764316695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/hmm.html' title='Insomnia 101'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-507647205951144976</id><published>2010-02-14T02:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T03:39:00.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Gaga's version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjcBwoVzVwQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KjcBwoVzVwQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My 'cover' rendition; thanks Gaga for your soulful song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;what we've reached today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Last time it was okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Once again you threw your arms up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Honey, you gave up- you gave up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I can't believe how you looked at us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With your Hepburn starry loook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And after it's through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And I won't be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Do you think I can turn my eyes all bliiind..?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Must you walk through all the nails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Are your speeches' just a show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So I'll never talk again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Oh gal you've left me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;There's no point to argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'm speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So I'll never talk again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Oh gal you left me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You left me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I can't believe how you slurred at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With your insane swollen eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You popped my sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;All my bubbled dreams, fantassy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I can't believe how you replied us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;With your broken spirit wail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;If he gets you this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And I'll swear I'll do a criiime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I know it's damn complicated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;But if you could just open your heart awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Let our voices in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Because your love is blind it is a deformed soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So I'll never talk again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Oh gal you've left me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;There's no point to argue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'm speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So I'll never talk again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Oh gal you left me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You left me speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;So speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And after all the drinks and trips that we've been through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You'd still give it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You still give it away to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;And after all the peace that we have been into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You still give them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You still give them away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Oh I promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;That I'll never argue again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll never voice again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll leave here in a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;This I promise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ho-o-o-ow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ho-o-o-ow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'm speechless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-507647205951144976?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/507647205951144976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/speechless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/507647205951144976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/507647205951144976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-1799339570478073235</id><published>2010-02-13T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T21:17:01.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Some day, I'll leave this place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And never come back until I have the courage to do so...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;In life, we have to depart eventually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;All that hinders is time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Wishing all of you spaces and time to enrich your journey of self-discovery :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Happy New Year and Happy Valentine's Day ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-1799339570478073235?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1799339570478073235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1799339570478073235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1799339570478073235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-day.html' title='One Day...'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-8276323205837450923</id><published>2010-02-06T15:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T16:42:02.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melaka IS The New KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;Hmm... Monday's Grammy performance by Lady Gaga, P!nk and the MJ tribute are amazing! But Beyonce won 6, 6!!!?? What the... =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Then Friday: Jusco/Aeon is finally OPEN!!!!! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;And it is grand/beautiful/cool/nice/out-of-Melaka, anything- its *thumbs up*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;Its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIGGER  BETTER  GRANDER  CHEAPER  &amp;amp;  COOLER&lt;/span&gt; than KL's Mid Valley, The Curve, Times Square etc or even our Dataran, those are &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HISTORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;It took quite some time to find the parking since it's the opening day, and it took a longer time to get out of the compound...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;But-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;1  You can find practically almost every brand of clothing lines &amp;amp; food outlets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;2  The complex's so big you can spend big time inside there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;3  It seems there's gonna be a cineplex opening there soon, so finger crossed^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;4  The interior design is not bad, nice~ &amp;amp; there's plaenty of free food samplings :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;5  It's fresh and BIG, you might thought that you're in KL now...only BETTER than that place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;6  Since it's sales now its CHEAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;7  Its modern and world-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;8  It is near my house...woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;But-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;Every weekend there will have traffic jams jams &amp;amp; jams around Bachang area now T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;But-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;It's Jusco/Aeon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;So-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;Sorry for all of you out there not in Melaka, hahahaah... (lame I know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;Don't miss the spot, head there the next time you come there, not your home first XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;Finalized my CNY clothes shopping there- cheers~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20kSD2grUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1r4-SVl5EFQ/s1600-h/05022010_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20kSD2grUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1r4-SVl5EFQ/s200/05022010_015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435040217996242242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20kAYMzIQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/34MA7k3U9vs/s1600-h/05022010_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20kAYMzIQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/34MA7k3U9vs/s200/05022010_014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435039914220790018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;This is not exactly how spacious the place is...you gotta check it ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20kRv6lWZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PxAwidKXzOc/s1600-h/05022010_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20kRv6lWZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/PxAwidKXzOc/s200/05022010_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435040212644616594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;t yourself haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20kAHFx3cI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AO0oUdmOCHY/s1600-h/05022010_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20kAHFx3cI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AO0oUdmOCHY/s200/05022010_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435039909627944386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20hbjdPwzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5tpI52J3UVc/s1600-h/05022010_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20hbjdPwzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/5tpI52J3UVc/s200/05022010_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435037082564150066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20hbZeDU4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/vhomFshM-gg/s1600-h/05022010_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20hbZeDU4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/vhomFshM-gg/s200/05022010_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435037079883174786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20hbOQ6MRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/llvlFKkTAkY/s1600-h/05022010_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20hbOQ6MRI/AAAAAAAAAIU/llvlFKkTAkY/s200/05022010_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435037076875260178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;There's this The Garden on the top of this complex. Even though there's plenty of parking spaces, they are still not sufficient enough foe hardcore shoppers like us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20hab3MgzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LtmckNc2rz8/s1600-h/05022010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20hab3MgzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LtmckNc2rz8/s200/05022010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435037063345636146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;I went into the bathroom and guess what? The cubicles are damn spacious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet;" &gt;And there are this these small notice board with drawn dummies either squatting or sitting on a toilet bowl, showing what type of toilet bowl is behind that door. Can't take its pic cuz it'll make me awkward XD Who actually would take pic inside the bathroom?  ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-8276323205837450923?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8276323205837450923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/juscoaeon-makes-melaka-new-kl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8276323205837450923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8276323205837450923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/juscoaeon-makes-melaka-new-kl.html' title='Melaka IS The New KL'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/S20kSD2grUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/1r4-SVl5EFQ/s72-c/05022010_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-7554857394876805474</id><published>2010-02-02T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:51:46.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;very year, there would be a day or two for me where I'll get sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It ain't a big problem, usually my sickness are severe headache/fever, quite minor but since I can't concentrate in class, why continue them =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So this morning I woke up with a big headache. After finishing my coffee and biscuit, I took a Panadol. Which is where this nightmare starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As usual, I went to SKE for early study/finishing leftover homework before heading to school at 7.25am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But my headache grew more severe that a monk who spot me lying down for a moment asked me whether I am okay. "Don't stress yourself if you can't..." he said with a nod and a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I should have taken his words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is the first time since primary school that I vomit in school. Luckily not in the class this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There's two or three moments where I almost puke. Just can't stand it. After that I just went in to the toilet after done some explaination to Mr CYL on the way, then I puked in the toilet- 4 times!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And yeah, it's the first time I stuck my fingers into my mouth and *bluuueek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Felt refreshed after that, finally can breathe properly. But still kinda dizzy &gt; Head home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then slept from 11am till 5pm. And I'm still sleepy now. (Amazing, I can still type quite fast now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Didn't eat anything, not lunch nor dinner. Had some warm Ribena only (cuz it has glucose, I guess), and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;kiam seng di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; to hold that stomach from puking again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And oh yeah, I'm sick of study too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All the teachers are great. But I just can't handle the speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Let's use the teachers as mother feeding the kids for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mr. Chin is very dedicated. No, too dedicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He's like feeding you, but without concern whether you have chewed the food and swallow it, he then feeds you again and again. My mouth's gonna burst anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mr. Lai is like feeding you, but if you're too slow to swallow your food, he'll throw away the food on the spoon and proceed to another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He's darn punctual by the way. I haven't even digest the previous lessonand then I have to proceed again T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mr. Chu, hmm what can I say~ At least I'm following the lesson this time compared to last year, but yawn~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mr. Mani's &amp;amp; Pn. Nur Jannah's lesson: Finally I can gasp for air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That's why I'm always looking forward to their periods =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But the problem still lies on me- Am I gonna work my arse this time, or not? We'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PS/ Gonna post my blog in English until MUET's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Have a nice day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-7554857394876805474?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7554857394876805474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7554857394876805474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7554857394876805474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick.html' title='Sick~'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-6768451590568298875</id><published>2010-01-31T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:31:46.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;... probably the most fascinating species.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mentally &amp;amp; spiritually, they can be the most complex mathematical paradox to be solved yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yet they are so unique, you would not want to explore them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Because they are always full of surprises. Sometimes, more surprising than the previous ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All the things they have done since history: Motherhood, sacrifices and love, is far more important than stupid sciences ever invented. They are the ones who added colour to this world. Men merely sketched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Females are often victimised. People branded them as weak, unintelligent, usable, witch, gullible Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I could not understand this statement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Because every weep they shed, they shed their colour. Each new skin more vibrant, more hue than the previous one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And if they continue to shed, they will emerge as more powerful, independent and reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And all they've done, is always beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In this liberal era, one of the best event to witness, is the rise of the female. And I'm glad that I can witness it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Raise a glass for all the great mothers, sisters, lovers and friends in this world ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-6768451590568298875?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6768451590568298875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/6768451590568298875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/6768451590568298875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls.html' title='The Best'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-3483412053308473102</id><published>2010-01-29T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:58:46.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude To A Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;音乐～&lt;br /&gt;不仅推动生命...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今天上了Youtube点击当时 MTV Hope For Haiti Now 慈善演唱／众星募捐活动的录影，听了我最爱的洋星 Alicia Keys、 Shakira 等的演出。平时听过一些歌曲挺少感受到任何心灵动摇。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一首要算得上是好歌的，不仅是要让人听得自在，而且须让听者感受到那神情的 emotion，raw的。不是那种现在的普通歌手把声线刻意拉长、深沉化、鼻音化去，而必把自己的独特歌唱、飙音法，再加自己的元素，把自己心灵给驻入进去，加上深义的个词，到时是眼泪、笑容、冤恨都能让听者不自禁泄出。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ji2ylq1tPyA&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x6b8ab6" width="320" height="265" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;听了 "Prelude To A Kiss"，&lt;br /&gt;一股热血涌了心上。歌手唱得没错：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted... but I can't explain cuz I'm so guarded&lt;br /&gt;每个人都有难言处，大事除去了一些芝麻事还是会缠上来，心头的结石不是都能解下的 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's a lonely road to travel&lt;br /&gt;身边的亲友都有自己的生活，他们会离开－依赖是暂时的。&lt;br /&gt;and a heavy load to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's a long, long way to heaven... but I gotta get there...&lt;br /&gt;顽强的意志会继续推动你...但在这长途－&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you send an angel.....?&lt;br /&gt;我们总会需要一些依靠，放慢脚步，接着扶手攀延，接受指导&lt;br /&gt;Can you send me an angel...... to guide me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;我曾读过：&lt;br /&gt;命运里有个蜗牛会走在你面前，你不能越过它。&lt;br /&gt;一天，由于长时累积的繁琐。你会踢它、催它走快点。&lt;br /&gt;它还是会一样走得很慢。&lt;br /&gt;但，如果你也放慢脚步－你会看见你身旁的不再是钢骨森林，而是一个世外幽谷。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我也该放慢脚步了，仔细观察身边的景物；不是评论它是否一首好歌，反而聆听生命的佳曲。&lt;br /&gt;音乐，是不呼吸的生命、是精神的水源。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-3483412053308473102?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3483412053308473102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/prelude-to-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3483412053308473102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3483412053308473102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/prelude-to-kiss.html' title='Prelude To A Kiss'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-6829905386485794055</id><published>2010-01-28T05:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T06:17:11.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>40</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is my 40th post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I do not know why 40 sounds precious to me, but I seem to be attracted by its meaning, figure out yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I never realise I enjoy blogging so much. I 'became' a music critic, movie reviewer, traveller, and  an emotional writer. So many things I wish to share and there are also a few things I regretted sharing (I do not know that many people can actually know this place and access it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;But every joy of sharing is my push to be a better person; and every mistake I made will be another push for my adulthood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Thanks to all my blogger friends/friends for the encouragements and care, I appreciate them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;May everyone be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-6829905386485794055?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-1570450421635410374</id><published>2010-01-24T17:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:06:48.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>面具</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;人其实没&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;改变&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;，我们只不过连续地换上不同的面具罢了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;有些&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;华丽可人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;；一些无情狰狞。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-1570450421635410374?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1570450421635410374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1570450421635410374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1570450421635410374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_24.html' title='面具'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-8030581283350706753</id><published>2010-01-23T16:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:05:48.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Those who live in the past can not move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who are consumed by anger will only crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no point lingering back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-8030581283350706753?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8030581283350706753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/worst-saturday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8030581283350706753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;第一，一生中第一次做副班长...lame下...所以又要做回奶爸了...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;过后，也是一生中第一次参加运动会，而且是800＆400竞跑... 很久没跑步了，听说stamina不够好和忍受不了热会晕（当场晕＠.＠），真的发生在我身上就西北下衰，可以去死算了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;考试... 哇劳，不用讲咯全部及格就是真的有神明了。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;English Nite... 也是第一次没错的话，买票吧哈哈... 如果你要看我跳舞的话 XD 我和几位朋友在为班上的表演（话剧）操刀剧本，还蛮搞笑的。但老师既然把我们中六的表演都弄成比赛，就不方便透露更多了...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;哦给，要做功课了 BB ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-4538055987719461772?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4538055987719461772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/4538055987719461772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/4538055987719461772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='西北西北忙'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-7913407691783885992</id><published>2010-01-16T18:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T20:01:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;我失控了...今早终于爆发了!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;还挺舒服的...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;后天开始又会是个忙碌的一周...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;加把劲吧！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-7913407691783885992?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-8662403383557024079</id><published>2010-01-15T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:58:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prospekt March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;开学两个星期了，但每天都迫不及待地等待着周末来临哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;大家开学后的生涯都过得充实吗＾＾？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然想起了今年将是我最后 一年的中学生涯，还有点不舍，降快就有这感觉了。中六还蛮enjoy的，辛苦倒辛苦，但累积起来的全新体验的确获益不浅。我不想浪费这即将结束的一字辈生活，虽然苦辣多于甜，其实也都是再帮我铺个前路...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我小学生涯并不怎么快乐，常被羞辱欺负。小时也傻里傻气的不会还架什么的，就是那种阿呆瓜给人玩的。说实在的，我也挺是怪罪我身旁的长辈没什么教导我该如何处人处事，只会把令伯关在房里咬书嚼字，每天书、书、书、书、书、书、书的，我几乎没有生活。没了大人和模范的指引教导，我越走就越迷失、困扰、越疑惑... 讲真的不能怪他们因为那时我真的也是西北傻一下的咯...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;到了中学就bright一点了，有了个模糊的方向。但由于自幼鲜少与人沟通和了解世务，我和别人产生了不少摩擦、误会。人气直滑T_T...那时也是很多约束，这个不敢、那个迟疑，很noob下的哈哈...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但中三开始就有很大气色，过后也蛮enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;中六呢辛苦归辛苦，但所看过、体验的让我更充实，自由里也有限制，欢笑中亦有苦处。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... 在这想告诉小我一辈的朋友们多把握你们这短暂的青春，关爱亲友。对有兴趣的就去闯闯吧；看开点（这点我对一些人还存有芥蒂无法做到哈哈）；表太叛逆...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是我最后的中学生涯... 希望它不是完美的句号，但会是个漂亮的豆号。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你朋友们 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010... 这就是Prospekt March... 自历史，向未来看齐。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-8662403383557024079?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8662403383557024079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/prospekt-march.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8662403383557024079'/><link rel='self' 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What else can I say? =.=~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm fine with the amount of homework loads, but to listen to Mr. T*rtl* using his damn high-pitch voice/noise and nag and nag and nag every 7.25am (which for me is the perfect time to start my day) is sibeh sibeh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dulan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ooohh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nabeh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wanna slap his&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;face d keep insulting all the students' parents!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Diao ni chipette dong la yao shyoe kia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Spoilt my mood for the first week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for everyone's sake T.T Alex is back as discipline MASTER!! Arrgghh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;F6 need to do R&amp;amp;D AND PRESENT REPORT AGAIN (!!!?), this is for Kementerian:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;o0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Bless GBS ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-2206500499295563676?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2206500499295563676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-daysagain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2206500499295563676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2206500499295563676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-daysagain.html' title='School Days...again!'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-3356990113114627087</id><published>2010-01-02T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:02:41.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Refections + 2010 Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;2009&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JAN : I got my first ever job at The Store as a temporary clothes seller :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FEB : I pass my car license to drive... Thanks to uncle Robert. PS/ those interested to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;learndriving can obtain his HP no. from me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MAR : National Service (20/03)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;APR : (Still) National Service...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;MAY : Escape! from NS + Preparing for F6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JUN : F6 starts for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;JUL : Bored of school life (literally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;AUG : School break :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SEP : School starts x_x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OCT : I'm 18 ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;NOV : Holiday... + Result shits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;DEC : Secrets~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;2010&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1- For my own sake pleeaseeeee study HARD! I wanna be myself again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2- Take care of my health &amp;amp; wealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3- Grab &lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4- Fullfill your dreams :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;_Whats your's?_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-3356990113114627087?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3356990113114627087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-refections-2010-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3356990113114627087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3356990113114627087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009-refections-2010-resolutions.html' title='2009 Refections + 2010 Resolutions'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-3188618383468601561</id><published>2010-01-02T10:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T14:38:45.406+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Review 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Year of the Monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Sz60K62SV1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Nuv6OaeSm2s/s1600-h/TheFameMonsterStandard.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421969101089298258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Sz60K62SV1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Nuv6OaeSm2s/s200/TheFameMonsterStandard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So 2009 was Gaga's year, ignore Beyonce for her 10 nominations, if B wins more than G; Grammy is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fame&lt;/em&gt; has capture our hearts without us noticing. Suddenly underground friend of mine even go 'Muh-muh-muh-muh~'. And the freaky, alien couture/costumes wore by Gaga which is like for a freak show looks OK; what was considered freakish dress &amp;amp; behaviour became a norm for music lover. A much more contemporary and smarter Madonna rises. So yes I'm biased towards her, because I do not see other much more captivating and talented new artiste out there. But does &lt;em&gt;Monster&lt;/em&gt; score this time? I HOPE so.&lt;br /&gt;This album is short for roughly 32 minutes, and this may be the disadvantage Gaga will face this year.&lt;br /&gt;Expect a less contemporary feel to this album. There are loads of late 80's + 90's pop beats in it packed with loads of bizarre lyrics &lt;em&gt;[He ate my heart then he ate my brain...]&lt;/em&gt;. Unlike other pop stars, you might need a thinking cap on to know what she's singing about, as this is her strongest link: procuring smart lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also shocked, very shocked to found out Gaga's softer, vulnerable point here, which can be her weakest link. We get used to her being a rather eccentric feminist- wild and flamboyant who constantly explore art unorthodoxly, that we forgotten that she is much a human like we do, so that when you listen to &lt;em&gt;Telephone&lt;/em&gt; carefully, a duet with Beyonce, you'll see a real woman instead of a woman with a multiple mask (poker face) on.&lt;br /&gt;Yet with her (is this her first?) ballad &lt;em&gt;Speechless&lt;/em&gt;, we get to know her more personally: emotional yet bold; you will love her more. &lt;em&gt;Monster&lt;/em&gt; is quite different from &lt;em&gt;Fame&lt;/em&gt;. And I believe with her presence, pop in the future may gain much more respect. Kudos for a wonderful woman who redefines and reinvents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;★★★☆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Sz60Ke9wD3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/jvT-YpCEO4M/s1600-h/alicia-keys-the-element-of-freedom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421969093604413298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Sz60Ke9wD3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/jvT-YpCEO4M/s200/alicia-keys-the-element-of-freedom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Be Open &amp;amp; Patience for Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We knew Keys for mostly her soft ballads and some memorable uptempos. That is when her music style is still much rooted to R&amp;amp;B with heavy piano use, smooth soul and with vulnerable, yearning words that praises love as well as the sorrow love has caused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;In this album, I'm surprised by Keys' musical transition towards a favour for more hip-hop beats (neo-soul), added with much more of a sunny feel to it compared to her previous albums, which has this feeling of late night jazz/soul club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well this is not a bad thing at all because one can't help to compare &lt;em&gt;Freedom&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;As I Am&lt;/em&gt;; while Keys only just realeased &lt;em&gt;AIA&lt;/em&gt; slightly more than two years ago, one would expect a longer hiatus from an artiste to search for a new musical direction. &lt;em&gt;AIA&lt;/em&gt; was not that bad, only thing is that it goes down and down towards the end of the album while only the first half of the album is more notable. So, &lt;em&gt;AIA&lt;/em&gt; comes up more as a nap time option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;If you are familiar to urban music espcially soul ones, you will enjoy it. &lt;em&gt;Freedom&lt;/em&gt; was quite sunny despite the amount of downtempo songs is more than that of up- and midtempos. You'll get more hip-hop beats &lt;em&gt;(Unthinkable (I'm Ready))&lt;/em&gt; packed with helps from vintage keyboards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;According to Keys, this album is about overcoming depression. I do not agree 100% but I do appreciate its effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Despite great music numbers, the lyrics fulled with metaphores can be a cliche, and may sound a little bland [&lt;em&gt;...I'm gonna make it without you/Say you love me and put it in a love song...]&lt;/em&gt; at times; however some lyrics can be catchy, piercing and memorable &lt;em&gt;[This king-size sheets need more than just a queen]&lt;/em&gt;. Its weakest link still lies on the songs arrangements, a reocurring mistake from &lt;em&gt;AIA&lt;/em&gt;; as well as some of the beats of certain songs seem to repeat itself in other track like &lt;em&gt;Doesn't Mean Anything&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;em&gt;Through It All&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Still, this album leaves me with good impression: it may not be the finest, strongest work from Keys, but music lover shall love this new direction. All you need is to be open for the music to flow in and have the patience to have it crawl into your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;★★★☆&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-3188618383468601561?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3188618383468601561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-review-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3188618383468601561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3188618383468601561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-review-02.html' title='Music Review 02'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Sz60K62SV1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Nuv6OaeSm2s/s72-c/TheFameMonsterStandard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-1160877543591412793</id><published>2010-01-01T00:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:18:45.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi my friends &amp;amp; readers ^^&lt;br /&gt;For this new start on a new decade I hereby sincerely wishing you a peaceful year... And to my friends, please do accept my gratitude for all those joys and lessons you brought me; and also apologies for any hurtful gesture/words I done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short...&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2010!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-1160877543591412793?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1160877543591412793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1160877543591412793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1160877543591412793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010 !'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-2477529892141862574</id><published>2009-12-25T02:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T02:58:49.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XMas &amp; The Element of Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's Christmas today... Morning everyone...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've just spent a meaningful evening with my sis &amp;amp; mum, brought two polo T's &amp;amp; a pair of new shoes which broke my spending record of RM99.90 hehe... Overall, I spent more than RM 200 today~ Goin to pokai d...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well we walk around DP &amp;amp; MP, shop &amp;amp; window shopped... Having a good time... I initially wanted to went out with one of my best friend then &lt;em&gt;pao tang&lt;/em&gt; d T.T So sorry for her... Goin to make it up for her the next time... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just as I started to drifted into the dark side of myself, mum &amp;amp; sis used to unintentionally reminds me of who I am... Family ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;On the other hand, I would like you to ponder:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is the &lt;strong&gt;core&lt;/strong&gt; of freedom? Its &lt;strong&gt;essense+anatomy+truth&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What love really makes you feel? When its fragrance and torns &lt;strong&gt;ravage&lt;/strong&gt; you apart yet it feels &lt;strong&gt;holy and real good&lt;/strong&gt;? How would you put into &lt;strong&gt;a piece of art&lt;/strong&gt; if you are an artist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Would you achieve freedom if you attain a love that is &lt;strong&gt;true;&lt;/strong&gt; that is &lt;strong&gt;one and only&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;That's what I'm gonna find out :) from my favourite female artiste of all time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" alt="" src="http://eartodastreetz.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/alicia-keys-the-element-of-freedom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wait for my review soon :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&amp;amp; have a good time this XMas &amp;amp; holiday ^^v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-2477529892141862574?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2477529892141862574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-element-of-freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2477529892141862574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2477529892141862574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/xmas-element-of-freedom.html' title='XMas &amp; The Element of Freedom'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-4622933127758926056</id><published>2009-12-24T13:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T13:13:44.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelesshagen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/39/2009/11/500x_glacier4113009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/39/2009/11/500x_glacier4113009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://seeker401.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/protest2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 470px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 413px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://seeker401.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/protest2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZEkDiNbbAo/StXMe2FwHvI/AAAAAAAABeg/K4-VkhLYm2M/s400/ALeqM5iSI2tQK1fG-V5TvgJSNgqn25JMNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZEkDiNbbAo/StXMe2FwHvI/AAAAAAAABeg/K4-VkhLYm2M/s400/ALeqM5iSI2tQK1fG-V5TvgJSNgqn25JMNA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/WORLD/europe/12/07/climate.protests/t1larg.climate.protest.afp..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 640px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/cnn/2009/WORLD/europe/12/07/climate.protests/t1larg.climate.protest.afp..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-4622933127758926056?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4622933127758926056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopelesshagen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/4622933127758926056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/4622933127758926056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/hopelesshagen.html' title='Hopelesshagen...'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vZEkDiNbbAo/StXMe2FwHvI/AAAAAAAABeg/K4-VkhLYm2M/s72-c/ALeqM5iSI2tQK1fG-V5TvgJSNgqn25JMNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-1119177789378457082</id><published>2009-12-24T10:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:36:12.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pups!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hmm.. For those of you who were wondering what I’m doing this holiday… These are some excerpts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is my favourite part: My uncle whose pet dog just passed away last month grieved over this dog, as this dog is like a second child to him since my uncle doesn’t have any child on his own. RIP… He’s a wonderful dog… He listens to instructions and loves to get cuddled…&lt;br /&gt;Then a few days later, my uncle stumbled upon a newborn pup along the street, which is still round and barely able to bark. And it is a… &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LABRADOR RETRIEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! :D And its name is Pudding, a reference to its vanilla &amp;amp; cappuccino-foam fur colour…&lt;br /&gt;PS/ My favourite breed of dog is a Labrador… ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLfNEDsU3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/UJl1taqBgLQ/s1600-h/å¸ƒä¸+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638717200651122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLfNEDsU3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/UJl1taqBgLQ/s200/%E5%B8%83%E4%B8%81+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLaYr1QtKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EtYswHbtMS0/s1600-h/å¸ƒä¸02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418633419297961122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLaYr1QtKI/AAAAAAAAAF8/EtYswHbtMS0/s200/%E5%B8%83%E4%B8%8102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yada yada yada… Leaa than one month has passed, and he grew soooooo much… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLZN6cgtUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8UIwQQRgqGA/s1600-h/å¸ƒä¸01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418632134730495298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLZN6cgtUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8UIwQQRgqGA/s200/%E5%B8%83%E4%B8%8101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLfSRTA_wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IZV0Y_NnFns/s1600-h/å¸ƒä¸+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418638806653927170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLfSRTA_wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IZV0Y_NnFns/s200/%E5%B8%83%E4%B8%81+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLZN6cgtUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8UIwQQRgqGA/s1600-h/å¸ƒä¸01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLfSRTA_wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/IZV0Y_NnFns/s1600-h/å¸ƒä¸+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLZN6cgtUI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8UIwQQRgqGA/s1600-h/å¸ƒä¸01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he’s my uncle’s pet I still adore him as though its mine haha… Still, since his only a one or two months old, his teeth are growing and he loves to bite lol which is really irritating… Haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418641202775654882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLhdvi9AeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/4_EnFQ9bjlM/s200/%E8%A5%BF%E8%A5%BF%E7%9F%AE%E7%9F%AE2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And here this two pups they are found around the street :) Initially there are three but my grandad dumped one away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;They were constantly locked up because some &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;fuuucking asshole bastards&lt;/span&gt; dog hunters armed with rifle currently roam around Bkt. Cina area, killing all stray dogs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well I hope they can be safe and happy ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-1119177789378457082?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1119177789378457082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1119177789378457082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1119177789378457082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmm.html' title='Pups!'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SzLfNEDsU3I/AAAAAAAAAGE/UJl1taqBgLQ/s72-c/%E5%B8%83%E4%B8%81+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-8163388233679398365</id><published>2009-12-19T03:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:14:04.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Again 一个新的开始</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"黑色笑靥掉了&lt;br /&gt;雪白眼泪掉了&lt;br /&gt;该出现的所有表情 瞬间掉了&lt;br /&gt;瞳孔没有颜色 结了冰的长河&lt;br /&gt;回忆是最可怕的敌人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事情节掉了&lt;br /&gt;主角对白掉了&lt;br /&gt;该属于剧中的对角戏 也掉了&lt;br /&gt;胸口没有快乐断了翅的白鸽&lt;br /&gt;不枯萎的藉口全 掉了 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;悲哀的时期...已经过去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;因为你-我再次微笑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;你-不仅给了我勇气&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;你-提醒我自己&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;是一个更好的人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;明天又是一个新的开始&lt;br /&gt;我会回来&lt;br /&gt;我向你保证&lt;br /&gt;一个幸福的日子&lt;br /&gt;如果没有幸福，那么我们共同在这条道路上成长 ^^&lt;br /&gt;直到我们找到幸福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-8163388233679398365?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8163388233679398365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8163388233679398365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8163388233679398365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/start-again.html' title='Start Again 一个新的开始'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-7510003345007968450</id><published>2009-12-19T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:11:48.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Record Reports 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Reading some of the music or movie reviews makes me wanna do some for my own too haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I recently bought some pirated music albums as usual haha... And I still have the habit of overlook the Chinese ones because its image to me is still like very bubblegum, silly, teenpop. But I do appreciate talents like A'Mei (or Amite =.=), Yoga Lin, Mayday etc. who are quite original in some ways. Anyway, in case you are looking for some Eng albums to listen to or just simply to read for fun here's what I evaluated. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415307748013563266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SycJtI3E3YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WLmQAzyGKMc/s200/Crazy_Love_cover.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Michael Bublé ~ Crazy Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♫ ♫ ♫ ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;For non-pop lovers,this might be just a treat for you. Michael is a jazz singer born with natural, soothing voice. This is the first time I fully embraced jazz/soul music. So I might still not able to appreciate most of the tracks but if you just try to pay attention to the despite stereotyped jazz rythms and beats you might find it pleasent. This might not be the breakthrough for jazz music in this new age nor Buble tried to revolutionise this genre. Still tracks like the commanding &lt;em&gt;Cry Me A River&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Georgia In My Mind &lt;/em&gt;by the late Ray Charles, &lt;em&gt;You're Nobody Till Somebody Loves You&lt;/em&gt; and lead single &lt;em&gt;Haven't Met You Yet&lt;/em&gt; etc will grab your attention. Perfect for a night time &amp;amp; late noon listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SycKORXjOII/AAAAAAAAAFs/UUR3koFdrlU/s1600-h/Rihanna_Rated_R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415308317232937090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SycKORXjOII/AAAAAAAAAFs/UUR3koFdrlU/s200/Rihanna_Rated_R.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rihanna ~ Rated R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♫ ♫ ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Honestly, I like Ri cuz mainly of her hairdo which makes her looks hot haha but despite her looks I did not find her singing good nor she can dance. It's all about her as a fashion (hair) icon and as a sex animal. The cover tells it all: emo and dark. While I do not detest emo and I enjoy occasional dark themes this album may be just a little too irritating at first listen. For me, it's fine to be emo and angry and melancholy, I appreciate that but if you whine too much and most of the lyrics are rather silly except for &lt;em&gt;Russian Roulette, Firebomb &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Te Amo&lt;/em&gt;, it will feel more like a messed-up album aimed for whining and pissing off which is irritating. I like her being "darker, edgier and angry". But I can't keep myself from comparing this to Good Girl Gone Bad. You can tell she wants more hardcore music in it to bring out the emotion but to get pop and R&amp;amp;B to do this is not much of good effort with tracks like &lt;em&gt;Stupid In Love&lt;/em&gt; is just quite plain stupid, she should try crunk. Although some songs are really catchy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SycKCcmWjEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/v6iDGXXL4qs/s1600-h/VivaLaVida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415308114089380930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SycKCcmWjEI/AAAAAAAAAFk/v6iDGXXL4qs/s200/VivaLaVida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coldplay ~ Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♫ ♫ ♫ ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Ok from this segment on its bout my favourite albums of 2008. Coldplay produces some of the great songs for this decade which are memorable and they gain respect from all music lovers. The Latin title meaning 'Long Live Life' sums up what the tracks' themes are. You can expect everyday life written into this album but somehow 'epic-ised' like &lt;em&gt;Viva La Vida, Cemeteries of London&lt;/em&gt; etc. This is also the first time I fully embraced alternative music, which though compared to jazz I have more exposure to. It takes time to like this album because most alternative music tends to have the focus more on the music rather than its singing ie you hear the music plays louder the volume of the vocals kinda low; so you might get drifted away from focusing on the tracks. However in the end it pleases the ears and somehow if you open up, the music will fill into you and you will get drifted to a world of music fantasy. Still, if you want to try listen to alternative rock music, I suggest A Rush of Blood to the Head as a starter; as this is a departure from Coldplay's previos efforts where their music matures beyond anyone else, in my opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SycJgPCAUWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/944ujtUkp2Q/s1600-h/200px-AliciaKeys-AsIAm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415307526331715938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SycJgPCAUWI/AAAAAAAAAFU/944ujtUkp2Q/s200/200px-AliciaKeys-AsIAm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alicia Keys ~ As I Am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;♫ ♫ ♫ ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Most of the artiste from this decade usually tends to switch their music genre into more of pop-friendly or mainstream. But Keys is not one of them, in fact I feel that she keeps venture into the very core of R&amp;amp;B/soul and it somehows manage to appeal the mainstream. Well I can't say this is her best effort but a great deal of her matures and her music gets more classy than ever. Tracks like &lt;em&gt;The Thing About Love, Lesson Learned&lt;/em&gt; may not appeals immediately to you but if you give this a more urban feel album a try you may like it. It bore at times because this urban music limits they way the instrument brings itself but this makes me crave for more of Alicia as for Coldplay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-7510003345007968450?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7510003345007968450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/record-reports-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7510003345007968450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7510003345007968450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/12/record-reports-01.html' title='Record Reports 01'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SycJtI3E3YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/WLmQAzyGKMc/s72-c/Crazy_Love_cover.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-869285856724068196</id><published>2009-11-20T15:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:52:20.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, the very first reason I chose F6 is that I was afraid of regretting over the wrong course if I ever chose to enrol in college. And it proves to be safe because now I realised Science stream is not my thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then I wanna live another last 1 and 1/2 years of school life. Cuz I took note of what the working adults said: " School life is the best you will ever cherish in life... " Okay... I have a great time and fun in L6S2... Thanks to everyone... And the best part is to see people change in front you while you get beckoned at the same time... Example: 25% of L6S2 mates this year have caught up in a relationship... Actually more than 25% haha... And a lot of us kinda like...hmm change...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I must admit this is a needle-fine point in my life as this year can be considered as my darkest year of all... But I changed- if not for the good =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, today is the last day of school... A new year will embark on us soon... All we can do now is hope for more love and peace... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406090037828850146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SwZKPyiREeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8RoDy0ngrr0/s200/bath.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Happy holidayzzzzzz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-869285856724068196?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/869285856724068196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/869285856724068196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/869285856724068196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/end.html' title='An End'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SwZKPyiREeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8RoDy0ngrr0/s72-c/bath.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-9122552403901316707</id><published>2009-11-16T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:27:47.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SwFQyHFG7oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-y7DiUNeh-w/s1600/ahhhh.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404689849645461122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SwFQyHFG7oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-y7DiUNeh-w/s200/ahhhh.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;U gotta help me out... I'm all screwed last niiite ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Spare me a freakin &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fuucking&lt;/span&gt; life now don't blame me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-9122552403901316707?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9122552403901316707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/rush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/9122552403901316707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/9122552403901316707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/rush.html' title='Rush'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SwFQyHFG7oI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-y7DiUNeh-w/s72-c/ahhhh.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-1975940884493908566</id><published>2009-11-13T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:14:34.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T.T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I really &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;fucked up&lt;/span&gt; today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I wasted my chance to go KL today... T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;May be the last time we went out as a class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;ARRRGHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Yesterday my friends and I went out to watch &lt;em&gt;2012&lt;/em&gt; from 9.40pm till 12.20am haha..then we went out for some mamak till 2 am something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I've never been that late to go home myself before haha.. Anyway I enjoy ytd thanks guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-1975940884493908566?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1975940884493908566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/tt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1975940884493908566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/1975940884493908566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/tt.html' title='T.T'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-3391142876269776999</id><published>2009-11-10T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:36:56.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Years of Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;A significant year for communism around the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;In Beijing, June 4th, hundreds or thousands of protestors, peaceful ones and are mostly young university students were killed by armed military forces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://clatterymachinery.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/the-goddess-of-democracy-in-tiananmen-square.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Communism in China never fade its influence even after the incident but nurtures into a powerful force itself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;But in Berlin, capital of Germany or simply the whole Germany and continent Europe itself; celebrates the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;fall of &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Communism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.sheppardsoftware.com/images/Europe/factfile/Berlin_Wall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I dunno what's so attractive about this event is to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maybe I kinda like relate it to China, the hometown for all Chi... I was thinking what might happened there if Communism vapourised like what will hapen in Soviet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For me, it symbolises&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;reedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Detachment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;from an unruly system.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Emancipation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Rights&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Anything apart from communism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://philosophyinatimeoferror.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/freedom1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;detest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;communism. So called &lt;em&gt;je sama rata&lt;/em&gt; or equal rights. Bullshit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The people would work as labour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;while the officials would be laying in their office, convincing the people that labour is something to be proud of... Covering the press cuz its too negative for the people to know like as though they are babies who needed to be told what to do... Whatever there are tonnes of stories that make me sick! Fking sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Enough of my whining haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;All I wanna say is I hope for Germany and any other nations which faced losses and grief and sufferings before with a better future with the change of politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;:) Nevertheless the history have to be put down and recovery must be made...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;For the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-3391142876269776999?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3391142876269776999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/wall-of-berlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3391142876269776999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3391142876269776999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/wall-of-berlin.html' title='20 Years of Changes'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-9120734623979261321</id><published>2009-11-10T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T19:27:21.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Pengajian Am : 45&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Chemistry        : 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Maths               : 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Physics            : 42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thats my results haha... Well the CGPA is 1.42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;The probability of me dropping class (for the first time of my life) = 0.75, a fat chance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;So is this the end?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;end...?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;end...?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;end...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Of course no... Anyway hey M, thank you for your encouragements today it really helps me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-9120734623979261321?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9120734623979261321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/9120734623979261321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/9120734623979261321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it.html' title='This Is It (?)'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-2524142638737233783</id><published>2009-11-04T23:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:47:15.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come &amp; Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Firstly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam = Over!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But still, in Form 6, there won't be any time for relaxation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Straightly after school that Friday, I walked myself to Popular to buy a Math exercise book and some materials. Irony rite? Near exam's end then only had I started to revise blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Today went back to school and got my Chemistry paper at the first period. I know I won't do well this time but I didn't expect it to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;! Which I'm 100% sure that it will happen to my Maths paper too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Haha so I'm like &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;WTFH&lt;/span&gt;! Nevermind... I'm not really attached to results but still it almost spoil my whole mood for that day =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cuz I'm just &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; overconfident that I'm good in it so I emphasised more on Physics than Chem. But one fact I know for sure that I won't pass in Phy as well XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Well &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; the exam lah... I got much more things to focus here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Frustration set aside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;My friends and I are gonna have a (rather silly) F6 camp this Saturday but the factor that makes this camp exciting (not silly) is that we gotta create some performance(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;And Imma helping one of my friend **suspence to all GBSes who got no idea yet, this gonna be one &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; surprise XD**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;to do a performance for the opening act. And it's a pop-dance song, very uptempo and popular one... And we are figuring how to blend in to that song, copycat its dance on it and to move with its vibe &amp;amp; the costume XDXD &amp;amp; the stage's effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I ain't spilling no more here haha u gotta see it. If the opening all went well it will be one of GBS's most memorable moment after Koku Day Michael Jackson danceoff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;So...hope that it will all went well.. *o*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'll let yall know how's my result in the next post ba... Haha just to see how miserable one &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-2524142638737233783?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2524142638737233783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2524142638737233783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2524142638737233783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/come-go.html' title='Come &amp; Go'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-5524963651112242396</id><published>2009-10-19T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:43:43.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reform</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/revolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/revolution.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Less than a week and I'll turn 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 : Freedom to consume alcohol &amp;amp; cigars @ pubs =p&lt;br /&gt;No more juvy records if I'd broken a law, I'm considered a young adult now.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most important thing is to burn some bridges and to build new ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the important, painful part.&lt;br /&gt;No more virtual fantasies, just vivid realities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 468px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i.treehugger.com/images/2007/5/24/design-can-change.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to build my own path. No helps (perhaps some =p). No obstructions should inflate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to find my true soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more dramas, tired of them, not as fun as we've watched on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the grey future.&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the past tenses and find its clues, or if could, repair them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whether I should be a realist or a hopeful? Hmm.. that is yet to be decided.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 620px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 886px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.designboom.com/contest/files/18416.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;THIS IS IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally, a time to fully grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to childhood and teenagehood. They shall turn into bitter dust and dirt now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello to future. Dark or light. I shall lay the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394336868707798658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/StyIzTofDoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1huK_fOQswE/s400/CAKLERNF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Release the fishes in the aquarium. Let them be free, and lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the doves. Listen to their songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will be free. Once I found my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.themillionairesecrets.net/images/change.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-5524963651112242396?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5524963651112242396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/reform.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/5524963651112242396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/5524963651112242396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/reform.html' title='Reform'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/StyIzTofDoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1huK_fOQswE/s72-c/CAKLERNF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-8868961562814385396</id><published>2009-10-17T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:09:18.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter Heart: " Change "</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok, everyone of my age might all blog about how miserable they felt cuz exam is near and we are still laying our butt on the couch...yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But- I just wanna YEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLL...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;K, I ain't denying the fact that I didn't done anything at all to catch up... I did revised- but it is not sufficient for a Form 6 syllabus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alright I'll stop here so I can get back to those boring turd books. One thing for sure is that I ain't gonna take any course concerning science stream for my tertiary study in the future... Man, science is just really reeeaally not my stuff. Now I understand why those who take science career usually be regarede as nerd/geeks cuz these things are just so damn boring; I personally don't understand why people would find calculating how much force exerts on a falling/levelating object interesting @ how some salt/base/acid react by observing stupid colour changes etc things I dunno what I'm talking now and blah blah blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You can see why only people who took arts stream can become politicians or artists dll which for me is a much more interesting subject...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Haiz...I dunno... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Change is needed for me and reform must be implemented...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393568543166226866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/StnOA38k4bI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KLFtW-9OYjs/s320/change.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-8868961562814385396?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8868961562814385396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitter-heart-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8868961562814385396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8868961562814385396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/bitter-heart-change.html' title='Bitter Heart: &quot; Change &quot;'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/StnOA38k4bI/AAAAAAAAAEk/KLFtW-9OYjs/s72-c/change.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-5745034757511225809</id><published>2009-10-02T14:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:41:46.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-T*rtl*!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aggressive use of defamotories and some strong languages. Readers' discretion adviced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hmm.. so this week my friends and I had colloquium session in Tuesday (MUET) and Thursday (PA) respectively..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Almost all when well.. ALMOST..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So on Tues, we had to prepare our slide show early before the classes start. So LC, LZ, ML, E went to the hall first, and i went back to my classroom to pick up LC's grammar book and my papers. I didn't wear my stupid necktie cuz the feeling of a strangling tie on my neck makes me more nervous than ever. And after that I'm on my way to the hall before *oh-snap* I stumbled on dear discipline master of my school, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mr. T*rtl*..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And I turned another direction just to avoid that bitter, moody, last-nite-his-wife-refused-to-have-sex-with-him looking old fraud. And so unlucky I am, he saw me and tell one of his &lt;em&gt;kai-kia&lt;/em&gt; and call me back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So there I am just going to explain myself and that animal snapped:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(with that fking irritating high-pitch-amplitude-nasal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.pestcontrolrx.com/.a/6a00e5527221258833010536042d9b970c-320wi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" What is more important? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-" Sir, I was ju..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" (higher nasal) What is more important you tell me."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(and I'm trying to catch what he said there before he exploded with that cb style voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(try pinch your nose and repeat this sentense and you'll know why it is so damn irritating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Which one more important? Lining up or your stupid colloquium? And where is your necktie? What form are you? Lower Six isit? Why didn't you wear your necktie? "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;" My necktie with my friend now I.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I DON'T CARE! YOU SHOULD __________ AND _________..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and there Master Wuguay goes and using his stinking butthole keep defecating his crap and blah X3.. For anyone who doesn't know him, he's that type of butthole mouth that refuses to let people explain themselves and pour his fustration out like an old fuggly hag who just happened to have his/her period back again plus have a high degree of menopause. And that &lt;em&gt;mcb kia&lt;/em&gt; ended the conversation with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;" I don't care, if you don't have a necktie go buy now! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Stupid peephole..I just said my tie's with my friend. See, this dickhead don't listen to others. All he knows is he's angry cuz his wife rejected him and now he need me to shit out his fuss-tration..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The worst part is not that he's scolding me in front of the students.. In the end he threw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SsWwKkykyzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4d1KsEP0UbY/s1600-h/greg-chappell-middle-finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387906224939649842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SsWwKkykyzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4d1KsEP0UbY/s320/greg-chappell-middle-finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; my (my friend's) book and papers on the ground, something I &lt;em&gt;pantang&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;em&gt;PANTANG&lt;/em&gt;, you &lt;em&gt;orang pantat&lt;/em&gt;!!! I won't even allow other people to cross over my book moreover throwing it onto the floor?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;%$#&amp;amp;^$#^$% you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I'm here to present the inauguration of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o0o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mt. T*rtl* as the most idiotic, bastardish, bitchiest, whorish, trampiest, vampiest, trashiest, son-of-a-bitchiest, jackasshole of all time! From now onwards, I lost every single fabric strand of respect on him - forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;o0o nah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thx ^^ to Huan De's bro for telling PZS to pick them up before doggish &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;prefects go pick my things up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;By the way the colloquium were ok.. Nice job guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sorry for not including that colloquium and daily life part in this post.. But I hope that every single GB'es or T*rtl* haters might enjoy some trashing of 'injustice' in this school..XD o0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-5745034757511225809?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5745034757511225809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/anti-trtl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/5745034757511225809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/5745034757511225809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/10/anti-trtl.html' title='Anti-T*rtl*!'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SsWwKkykyzI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4d1KsEP0UbY/s72-c/greg-chappell-middle-finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-8722513489081763357</id><published>2009-09-22T00:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:22:56.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MTV Video Music Awards 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Srezlg99LOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5dUAS429zBg/s1600-h/vma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383969336631045346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Srezlg99LOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5dUAS429zBg/s320/vma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.ca/vma/2009/downloads/wallpaper/vma_09_wall_h1_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honetly, who cares about boring, stupid Emmy, Academy blah blah awards. To me, MTV'S Awards shows always rox..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, I finally caught the VMA set in New York that Saturday with much anticipation..and it never failed to disappoint..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The show started with Madonna, Queen of Pop, giving an approx 8-mins speech about MJ..(this award show is also a tribute to Michael)..and it almost moved me to tears man..even Pete Wentz from Fall Out Boys is closing his eyes mourning, Jimmy Fallon looked teary eyed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here's what Madonna said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;' ... We went out a few more times together, and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch. Then the witch hunt began, and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynch mob is so loud you feel like your voice can never be heard.&lt;br /&gt;But I had a childhood, and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;...When Michael died ... All I could think about in this moment was, “&lt;strong&gt;I had abandoned him.” That we had abandoned him. That we had allowed this magnificent creature who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career, we were all passing judgement. Most of us had turned our backs on him.&lt;/strong&gt; In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory, I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought, “my God, he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again. He was a king.”&lt;br /&gt;... I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons, age nine and four, are obsessed with Michael Jackson. There’s a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moon walking going on in my house. And, it seems like a whole new generation of kids have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a king. Long live the king. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya, I know, to some of you MJ is weird etc..whatever..just beat it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then, after some dance tribute of MJ's songs, the one I'm waitin for: Janet's tribute to MJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Jackson's have always fascinated me, moreover the bro-sis team collab on 'Scream'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MB22qKLPGy8&amp;amp;hl=" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;- Janet's performance on 3:23 - And it is *muax* fantastic..almost made my eyes wet again when I watched Janet touching almost-similiar dance with MJ in the background... Good job, Damita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Anyway, there's also that jackass dickhead Kanye dissing our dear Taylor Swift. I jz wanna stuck my middle finger onto his damn pussy mouth, such a fking jerk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Then there's all those performances.. Great ones, by Beyonce (who's gonna perform here at KL on my B*day :) unless PAS Youth chases her away -again- ), fridgin weird but cool Lady Gaga, my favourite P!nk etc.. It's the ladies nite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Back to reality, there's tonnes- I said it, tonnes of works to do and to pass up / present after sch re-opens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Damn, I hate my sch, wish it could get burned down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, that's it, catch MTV VMA 2009, it's repeating on Channel 713...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;bb..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-8722513489081763357?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8722513489081763357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/mtv-video-music-awards-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8722513489081763357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/8722513489081763357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/mtv-video-music-awards-2009.html' title='MTV Video Music Awards 2009'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Srezlg99LOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/5dUAS429zBg/s72-c/vma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-2341320045571671764</id><published>2009-09-17T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:39:24.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Dark Corner of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;NOTE: Graphics with &lt;strong&gt;dark, disturbing&lt;/strong&gt; element. Viewers' discretion is advised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just browsed through the Internet and found an article about Cultural Revolution in 70's China. One site liked to another and I found these pictures that have a profound impact on me. We used to think that our life is like u-gotta-point-ur-mid-finger-to-it and some who doesn't understand our situation when we're down will give advices/encouragements/councils etc to bring us back to the track, and we'll go like-I-care-whatcha-said. Still, our situations are not actually the worst of all. There are millions of incidents/tragedies where people being framed on, abused, raped, tortured etc happen &lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mikeely.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/cultural_revolution2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://mikeely.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/cultural_revolution2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chinese during the Cultural Revolution. Brainwashed youngsters, a.k.a. Red Guards who gave themselves to Mao Tse-tung and his government were willing to publicly denounce and ridicule their own parents and teachers as a sign of loyalty to the revolution and leaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 567px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 452px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jesustheradicalpastor.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/nazi_medical_experiments.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Survived and liberated Jewish children from Nazi's concentration camp. They were used as experiment subjects on chemical weapon and suffered from starvation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.beloblog.com/KENS5/west/Prostitution.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Prostitution, one of the oldest 'job' in the world, provides pleasure for predators and nightmares for its prey. Millions of women suffered from it, especially when they are trafficked. Yet sex-craved men, sadistic and immoral, continue to make this business grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Di1HzTLtBlM/R_oCE_LODrI/AAAAAAAADDA/2drnljOB7_M/s400/child-prostitute-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Child prostitution is ever-growing. Young boys and girls whom at a young age had been involved in the sex industry while we are still naive at their age. Uneducated and loved, they have no childhood and never truly see the world as we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madmermaids.com/Stop%20whaling%20Japan%20whale%20blood%20river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.madmermaids.com/Stop%20whaling%20Japan%20whale%20blood%20river.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mypointis.net/images/fieldofsorrowlarge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://scienceblogs.com/gregladen/images/seal_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Human are not much different from animals you see. When we have food, shelter, friends and a life, we are much of a civilized being. But when there is starvation, revolution, wild urges for sex, the thrill to hunt weaker beings, we are much like an animal ourselves. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you feel some strand of compassionate when you looked at these, please pray for yourself, your family and friends; pray for the deluded to wake up from darkness; and eventually pray for those who are not fortunate enough to join us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray for a better tomorrow...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-2341320045571671764?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2341320045571671764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-dark-corner-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2341320045571671764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2341320045571671764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-dark-corner-of-life.html' title='In the Dark Corner of Life'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Di1HzTLtBlM/R_oCE_LODrI/AAAAAAAADDA/2drnljOB7_M/s72-c/child-prostitute-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-3148807291716585462</id><published>2009-09-07T23:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:41:17.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miserable Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Life last week is like suffocating in a deep water...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;With more issues to come up due near future, I will be halting myself from further curricular activities and focus solely on academics and personal developments onwards...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;AC came up to me and ask about whether I wanna be the advisor of the next camp this December. Before that, KM and others requested LZ and I to join them to be the advisor too (thanks, I appreciate it). Despite my low curricular posititon and the temptation of getting full marks, I turn it down in the end. My life has more than having to take some silly marks for stupid curricular grades. I felt a littel disheartening to turn down such offer, but there are more things I have to attend. And I seriously do not think my passive personality nowadays would make me a good leader.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That Saturday, LZ, Boy, HY, WJ and I went for the Bulletin Board Competition organised by school's Buddhist Society. Initially, I do not want to join it because of my loads but somehow LZ manage to persuade me to join it and I once again somehow wrote my name as the group leader, which I forgotten why I didn't say no in the first place. -_-lll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But during the holidays I had some stuffs and I forgotten bout that competition and ta-da we are in a rush to complete the whole thing. We had to go to LZ's house to try finish the whole stuff. And after dozens of hard work, we manage to complete the whole thing the next day. I felt damn guilty because it seems that LZ is the one who really contributed, not me. By the way, I lost my temper on Boy (real bad) because it was late night, I had to deliver watermelons to his house but he kept misleading me until I guess like I'd turn numerous rounds aroung Kg. Lapan, my petrol threatens to run out at any moment, my phone credit finished and Boy still have the damn nerve to miscall me when I already told him to call me back. And the next morning where the competition is to be held, he as a committe member woke up near 7am and did not cut the watermelons he promised. Once again I'm totally ****ed up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the end, we did not win any prize although we are fairly praised by the judges, the other team from GBS won. Congrats by the way. Their's is really creative, never before seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But LZ got so disappointed (so I guess, we really worked our ass off for this competition) so she straightaway walked back to her home without taking anything besides her bag. She is really emo nowadays. I somewhat released my temper on her today because of her emo-ness which I felt real guilty now (again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I had to 'destroy' the Bulletin after I get back. The day we make the bulletin is also the day where I destroy it. So it is disheartening (again). I mean, who doesn't wants to win? The only thing more important than winning is the aftermath. Whether we can accept the defeat and move on. Something we might failed to do at times. I guess LZ just can't take it. Both of us went through a difficult times lately. Still, I was pretty pissed when I found out there are two teams in our school that took part. It never occured to me (and I never asked as I thought there are no other competitors from our school that participate), I could've spend more time at home and doing what I &lt;em&gt;SHOULD'VE&lt;/em&gt; done. In general, I'm ****ed up (again).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As that Saturday night and Sunday is hell for me again. I slept at 3am that Sat nite on cold, hard floor while trying to be alert to _______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So, right now, I just want some rest and hopefully some peace in my mind for the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-3148807291716585462?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3148807291716585462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/miserable-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3148807291716585462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/3148807291716585462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/miserable-weekend.html' title='The Miserable Weekend'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-85570228777895188</id><published>2009-09-03T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:48:34.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NOTE: Graphics included, not suitable for minors; only majors will like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I shouldn't be blogging actually:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&gt;&gt; with heavy undone curricular activities' projects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&gt;&gt; left-out academically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&gt;&gt; tonnes of P&amp;amp;C matters to attend to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;But I am so dissatisfied with my life, so this is to life and my ego- &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377266851997110114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Sp_jtj_FT2I/AAAAAAAAADs/WuzBq1uftRc/s320/md1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377267058006306962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Sp_j5jbgMJI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LHcJOvPmFh8/s320/middle_finger_flame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thx for making my life miserable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-85570228777895188?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/85570228777895188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/nah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/85570228777895188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/85570228777895188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/nah.html' title='Nah!'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Sp_jtj_FT2I/AAAAAAAAADs/WuzBq1uftRc/s72-c/md1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-6913662318985558594</id><published>2009-08-28T20:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:37:55.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SpfTKl9NNYI/AAAAAAAAADc/oI4oxPFgDIU/s1600-h/up-pixar-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374996859230958978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SpfTKl9NNYI/AAAAAAAAADc/oI4oxPFgDIU/s320/up-pixar-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I hang out with my dear friend, AK that Wednesday to watch '&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'. Initially, I was supposed to go out with KS and friends for badminton that same day, but my right arm got injured when I played with WX &amp;amp; ZC on that Tuesday. So I opted for the movie. (Thanks for inviting me, guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Anyway, I woke up late that day, though luckily I didn't took much of his time to wait for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You see, it will be the last time I see him before he will be enrolled in Malaysian Aviation Academy on September 1. So, yeah gonna miss that bear guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So, we headed to DP and bought the tickets etc while refusing to let him belanja me. Cuz although I secretly enjoy having 'free lunch', it will make me feel guilty to let people pay for me while I never really belanja back..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Since it is Puasa month, he can't consume any food so we headed near the fountain there and talk about what we've been through especially myself. I told him &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; about what's going on lately about me. So, he's the third person to know the &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt; story after my godsister. And I felt kinda relaxed after that.. Though he is still quite secretive about himself, I wished that he will be okay and his issues will not affect his progress during his days in the pilot school. And I wish him the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374997292521918210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SpfTj0F0jwI/AAAAAAAAADk/s0DRATAVmE4/s320/uplogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Up&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderful movie that captures my heart. The storyline is magnificently crafted, the characters vivid with their in-depth potraits and the animation is colourful. Overal, it is the movie that can makes you laugh and wet your eyes at the same time. There's barely a movie that is so interesting and fun nowadays. Gotta watch it if you haven't. It worths for the pennies you gave away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;* Good luck in the pursuing of your dreams, AK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-6913662318985558594?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6913662318985558594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hang-out-with-my-dear-friend-ak-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/6913662318985558594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/6913662318985558594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hang-out-with-my-dear-friend-ak-that.html' title='Up..'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SpfTKl9NNYI/AAAAAAAAADc/oI4oxPFgDIU/s72-c/up-pixar-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-767174508286558548</id><published>2009-08-27T22:36:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:51:02.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Departed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SpaddbFG_RI/AAAAAAAAABU/FiGJQ8qumLI/s1600-h/michael-jackson.txt"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374656334124219666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SpaddbFG_RI/AAAAAAAAABU/FiGJQ8qumLI/s320/michael-jackson.txt" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I planned to write about MJ yesterday as a 2-months anniversary of his death, but due to a high fever and strict internet curfew from my mum (which I am glad she imposed it), I missed the chance to write it yesterday. Though MJ's birthday is Aug 29, another 1 or 2 days. (30th in our region)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The reason why I would want to write about MJ is because of his amazing contributions to the entertainment world and his influence on millions of people including me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A few months ago, when you mentioned MJ, it is like you're mentioning a joke. Now that he's dead, suddenly we remember what he used to be like for us. He used to be an idol for us. And still is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Spa3SG80RvI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZquTcoMYoF4/s1600-h/mj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374684727044490994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Spa3SG80RvI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZquTcoMYoF4/s320/mj2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Spa3H_tSzlI/AAAAAAAAADE/o58_pITDmJ0/s1600-h/mj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374684553301642834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Spa3H_tSzlI/AAAAAAAAADE/o58_pITDmJ0/s320/mj3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374684359542931186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Spa28t5nfvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/-V7fvh01Abk/s320/mj5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As I grow up listening more to Western music compared to Eastern's, I noticed MJ in an early age and MJ is one word but captivating. His presence on stage is enough to spellbind you, and everytime you saw him even in television, you see the arrival of the greatest music icon you'll ever witness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When you saw his performances in &lt;em&gt;Billie Jean&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Smooth Criminal&lt;/em&gt; etc, these performances are to be etched in your mind because they are meant to be modern classics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374685832512104914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Spa4SdI1adI/AAAAAAAAADU/rHMR0GP62fE/s320/mj10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374682982382752418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Spa1sjlC0qI/AAAAAAAAACU/OwfW0veOgo0/s320/mj8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Still, when his child molestation accusation worsens, I lose my respect for him and believes completely what the tabloids wrote. By then, I was still young, can't really blame me right (?) But now, those who accused him of that have came out and clear his name, confessing of frauding.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the incident where he see-saws his son, nicknamed Blanket since, by the balcony in front of the paparazzi. And his 101 bizarre behaviours etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people are disappointed by his actions including me. He falled as a star and changed into a bunch of crap to us. However, we may had forgotten that he is a human like us, only &lt;em&gt;without a childhood&lt;/em&gt;, and always been looked up to. So that when he fell from grace into Wacko, we detested him as we had such high expectations from him. We had forgotten he is just a human like we do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374683266351340706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Spa19FcbnKI/AAAAAAAAACc/HhFUaKJicbI/s320/mj6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But lets not forget the joy and excitements he brought to us with his fast-paced singles and his smooth ballads plus all those dance moves that is still legendary today. And his contributions as a humanitarian/philantrophies with his Heal The World Aid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374683424561515762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/Spa2GS0rTPI/AAAAAAAAACk/tQwMd7HRRaw/s320/mj9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;In the end, he will always be remembered as the greatest icon in the 20th century... Lets raise a glass for all the joy and great times he gave us...and remember only the name Michael Jackson, King of Pop, the Moonwalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-767174508286558548?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/767174508286558548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-departed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/767174508286558548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/767174508286558548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-departed.html' title='To The Departed'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/SpaddbFG_RI/AAAAAAAAABU/FiGJQ8qumLI/s72-c/michael-jackson.txt' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-2443363408537930274</id><published>2009-08-22T00:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:52:55.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lone Wolf</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tmjPrdTNxQ0&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;I had to find you, tell you I need you&lt;br /&gt;Tell you I set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let's go back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, coming up tails&lt;br /&gt;Heads on a science apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;br /&gt;Oh, take me back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;br /&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;br /&gt;Questions of science, science and progress&lt;br /&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tell me you love me, come back and haunt me&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles, chasing our tails&lt;br /&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's such a shame for us to part&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There are some moments where I felt myself so disheartening to continue such a life anymore. In the end, after I conquered that urge, I find myself just another loner you might see casually wandering in a lane, who stares into the cold night, thoughtless... Nobody understand me, or maybe no one &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; understand me. In this lonely corridor of life, I strive myself into the open world in the form a lone wolf, as this is what I were meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;Life may change but I never want to change, I always wish to retain the light part in me. But if you hold something too tight, it slips away eventually...&lt;br /&gt;Guys, let me go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-2443363408537930274?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2443363408537930274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/soother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2443363408537930274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2443363408537930274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/soother.html' title='Lone Wolf'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-5695448525801155825</id><published>2009-08-19T00:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:48:15.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed at Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOTE: Contains profanity terms. Readers' discretion is adviced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've just went thru my first exams after never touching it for more than half a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And the results&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suck!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Someone fking shit me please. I really were so not myself nowadays... I lose interest in almost everything... I'm becoming like shit! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Whatever the shit is...no use crying over pooped shits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, just had a chat with my dad this morning and he brings up *blah-blah-yada-yada*- whatever...not worth posting another shit that pisses me off. My mind immediatly tunes out the song 'Fa-ke' (pronounced as far-kur), a Chinese song by a new artist who has just released his second album, and its goood XD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I forgotten his name in English, I'll give yall the link next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, I wish to run away from a life like this. I can't even concentrate on doing simple shitty Maths, and you can't expect me to shitting around and make myself concentrate on stupid F6 shit syllabus. Hope the plan of KS, ST, LC and I and probably others to go revise every Saturday evening may come true...or else I'm so gonna shit red shits the next exam... Looking forward to the holidays where there are spaces for us to breathe from shits again... Except the load of Mr. Mani's homework might makes you think twice that you gonna have a great time this holiday... I like his class, especially everytime he mention about studying overseas, it motivates me to work my fat ass off and achieve my goals- for a short shitting time only... Still, I'm looking forward to make home movies with my friends, I think it's gonna be fun and I hope it somehow releases my stress shits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm becoming neutral lately...I guess today is the second time I almost shed tears this year. You can see how neutral I am now. I almost sobbed because of the show 'Six Children' (channel 301, weekdays 6pm). Maybe it sorta relates &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; incident with it... It's a good show, watch it if you think you have a lot of time to spend...=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The song that tunes in my mind now is 'Fix You' by Coldplay, one of my favourite band. It goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lights will guide you home... And ignites your bones... And I will try to fix you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It somehow soothes my shitty temper... O Faith, I need you so much right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorry if I shitted on your time by having you reading such piece of shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-5695448525801155825?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5695448525801155825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/pissed-at-myself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/5695448525801155825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/5695448525801155825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/pissed-at-myself.html' title='Pissed at Myself'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-4036871461679550384</id><published>2009-08-16T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:50:25.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Review: Sepet by the late Yasmin Ahmad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/So7QXbnDTeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mkagkx1qyYE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460506466700770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/So7QXbnDTeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mkagkx1qyYE/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before Yasmin's death, her movies had generated much publicitites, controversies and mixed reviews from local critics. Among the positives from general audiences, there are also the negatives from conservatives. I never really took notice on her movies until she finally passed away. I had just stumbled upon the movie 'Sepet' from channel 110 in ASTRO. And there is only one word to describe such local movie from our dear country: 'Magnificent'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yasmin's movie(s) are examples of revolutionised local movies, in an excellent way. I noticed our local productions other than her's- either Malay or Chinese are simply self-indulging rubbish (a quote taken from Simon Cowell).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The Malay's usually feature stars like Saiful Apek and his Senario gangs. Though I find Senario is quite entertaining when I was young, I soon grew to dislike it, mainly because it barely connects with audiences not of their race are as it starts to be more annoying because they keep acting like they are a little too loony, kinda feels like the Charlie Chaplin's time where they try to make themselves funny, but in this case not. This is not a race-biased statement, I detest mainland China &amp;amp; Taiwan's entertainment too, they act in a similiar way which I find it particularly irritating. The local Chinese try to imitate Taiwan's teen drama where the actress act cute and innocent as though they are sweet young virgins and the guys either too cool or innocent or sweet in a same way, they converse and act too fake and fabricated to be real. Even the family shows start to feel too indecent as more adult content are injected into its content. None of it feels original.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But the movie I watched is so much different from what I had seen before. Aspiring, enlighting, diverse, funny, sarcastic, touching, open and harmonic it is: blend them into a cake mixture and you will have a wonderfully iced cake when you took it off the oven: nice to view, a taste buds' pleasure and nutritious in a way; compose it, and you will have one of the most memorable music you will ever enjoyed that it will win numerous prestigous awards and be preserved as one of the greatest classics of all times. That is my personal opinion, check it out if you never watched it. Buy its DVD if you don't know what more you should buy with your bonus cash because it is worth to be selected as your collection. The film itself has won numerous Best Film awards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll keep the synopsis simple and brief to avoid spilling the juice. As all Malaysians would know (you're not one if you never heard about it), this movie is about a love story sparked when a Chinese boy and a Malay girl fell in love in the same time when they set eyes upon each other. You may wonder: logic please... But love is not logic: it does not formed by equating formula or chemistry, it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; naturally sparked when two people, regardless of &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; differences, have the &lt;em&gt;jodoh / yuan fen...&lt;/em&gt;something again never meant to be explained...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/So7QyYx54DI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nqofdMfvyCU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372460969563381810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/So7QyYx54DI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nqofdMfvyCU/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, both characters, Orked and Jason, does not have a too different family background. Both families and characters are open to the wind of changes and does not keen to be conservative at all. In the movie, you can see Orked's parent having some time for naughty pleasures (not explicit), Jason's parent having usual brawls (in this case, it highlights that women are no longer subjected to male dominance), the Orked's family clad in sarung (there may be another name for it, correct me if I'm wrong) and combing each other's hair in the staircase, Jason having another Chinese girl pregnant and he wrote to Orked confessing his sins, innocently claiming he will leave that girl after she gave birth, in which she left him for good etc. The family, although completely different race and religion, indirectly embraces each other, which I believe that there are some out there who are willing to accept their children to fall in love with someone not their same 'kind'. It gives hope for young chaps like us to feel free to love and not be restricted by senseless norms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The movie also highlighted some issues, some scenes really intrigued me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Orked received 5 A's from her exam and were given scholarship to England, Mak Inom expresses her gratitude for it, Kak Yam sarcastically said something like this : " Jason have 7 A's. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It explores the inclining towards Western cultures of the Malaysian youths. Orked was also criticed heavily from her friend's boyfriend, ridiculing her for dating someone not of her race, which she snaps back with more solid &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;claims. There is also a dilemma of love between different races: Keong, Jason's friends expressed his concern that if Jason ever decided to spend his life with Orked, he will have too change his name, his religion and have his foreskin cut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Sepet' also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/So7d8o5QRtI/AAAAAAAAABA/09Hxi6RcYjc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372475439339030226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/So7d8o5QRtI/AAAAAAAAABA/09Hxi6RcYjc/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; spot spaces for Siamese, Malay and Cantonese songs as the movie is multi-lingial itself, including Nyonya-slang Malay, Cantonese, Hokkien, Malaysian English as well as Malay of course. I never enjoyed a local production so much as you can savour the film as though you are having delicacies from different races altogether... The mixing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; of different cultures seems more colourful and strong than any other movies had ever made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There are plenty of funny moments inside, it sort of tackles our selfish norms at the same time, carving out the gap that still exist between races. Yet, it is not heavy and dark like 'Crash'. It gives you the light, soothing feeling that makes you ponder issues at the same time... You would not feel distant from friends of other cultures after you watched it, you would want to get closer more... There are better topics to discuss rather than politics and unhealthy arguements. Yasmin's movie makes you feel like a Malaysian, it is not a movie made to entertain Malays&lt;/span&gt; but Malaysians, you will surely feel closer to home even though the ending is in a melancholy tone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I finally understand why people would say Yasmin is the true 1Malaysian, a statement I could not understand before this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Guys, if you are racist or discriminant towards a particular sector of people, let go of it. I remembered having bitter and sweet moments during my National Service times, the dark part also exceeds the light one. I became quite a racist after I left, forgetting the wonderful moments I had and the feeling of being someone who does not shy away from others. I almost forgotten the great times I had with friends like Imam, Ajim, Fariz, Syuk, Pratish, Aizat, Ai, Nazi etc. The way we think is quite unusual, sometimes we remember the bad things that are so ugly that they are not worth being kept in the heart. I finally let go of the load and reminisense the good times and it feels light and joyful, those moments are the ones worth cherished. And after I finished the show, it brings back once again the good feeling, I get Yasmin's message clear-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and I wish her the peace she deserves in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-4036871461679550384?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4036871461679550384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-sepet-by-late-yasmin-ahmad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/4036871461679550384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/4036871461679550384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/movie-review-sepet-by-late-yasmin-ahmad.html' title='Movie Review: Sepet by the late Yasmin Ahmad'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6QbeyfaVht0/So7QXbnDTeI/AAAAAAAAAAw/mkagkx1qyYE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-2538299222576472544</id><published>2009-08-14T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:49:17.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:) + :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I finally had my official haircut today since March, where a shaver is the substitute of scissors in that ‘tragic’ 20th March. I came back home, had lunch, rest, then went to the usual hairstylist I would visit, and… *drum-rolling* cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won’t understand how glad am I to have that haircut, especially for those who never undergone National Service. We waited so long for the moment where we can grow our hair back to its original length and have our usual hairstyle. Which NS boy who had his hair shaved on the day they arrived could ever forget that nightmarish lawnmower-like sound of that shaver?&lt;br /&gt;And after constant critics from my friends: ‘Yeeer, your hair ugly/messy/funny lar…’, ‘Go cut your hair lar…’ etc, I realised I totally really need a haircut when I can’t manage my hair with that mousse anymore. A few words to express my feeling: glad, joyful etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I’m so ;D now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I were so fed-up for being a treasurer for that Ping Pong Competition, I never learn accounting before T.T and non of the committee replied me &gt;W&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Help~&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-2538299222576472544?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2538299222576472544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2538299222576472544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/2538299222576472544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=':) + :('/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2307419946509129513.post-7000740844055760071</id><published>2009-08-14T14:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:45:30.866+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emo'/><title type='text'>Human Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbhbBcWxD4M&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was a rare meteor shower this early morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had the urge to stay up and witness this event- there will not be many oppurtunities for us to experience this event in our lifetime. Yet I chose to wrap myself in bed rather than making stupid mythical wishes on those sprinkles. I unintentionally pondered things that may happen to me in the near future as I tried to force myself to doze off; when I finally managed myself to get a good sleeping position to rest myself, disturbing sequences flashed through my sight almost immediatly. It shocked me up from my short sleep. I can barely felt my feet for minutes from it, there were hot sweats trickling down my neck. Every strand of my courage had been robbed off for that instance, I almost tremble. How long can I live a life like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unlike previous years, I would confide to my godsister or confess to the bronze statue of Siddhata. But as I grow up, I swallow my true feelings and pain so often even from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It is not the matter of trust- maybe just a matter of pride or the escalating stubbornness inside me. I swallow my pains from now on, I'm getting better in faking smiles and expressions when I'm in pain. And I think I've done a great job in faking expressions. And I try to remind myself constantly to not to accidentally step into holes leading to hypocracies every time I faked myself; it is like multi-tasking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know this is unhealthy and is nothing to be proud of, but I feel better at times- yet sometimes I just want to tell everyone what I've been through. Still, it is pointless, I used to feel worse when I told my friends what I've been through- funny huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, this dream concerns about my father and I. It brings back ugly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;memories and added to uglier image I had for him. I woke up feeling damn emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks to a friend, he cheered my morning with some more ' "Yo Mama..." Jokes':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' Ur mother is so fat that when she fell in love she broke it. '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;' Ur momma is so fat that when she went to the beach, the Greenpeace roll her back to the sea. ' etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks, my draggy bitchy friend plus the entertainment from you guys today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, we just finished our examination today. I don't really give a damn this time, I should not be surprised if I get two F's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the end of this day, I think I regretted not making stupid wishes on those meteor rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Human nature...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2307419946509129513-7000740844055760071?l=iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7000740844055760071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/human-nature.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7000740844055760071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2307419946509129513/posts/default/7000740844055760071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iyce-openjournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/human-nature.html' title='Human Nature'/><author><name>Ivan Iyce</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00457882371674888685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
