<?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-6728135431163605677</id><updated>2011-12-13T23:09:43.494-08:00</updated><category term='late night monologues'/><category term='me'/><category term='she'/><category term='a day in the life'/><category term='myself and I'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>I wuz here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-3914749231436378330</id><published>2010-09-12T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T01:46:01.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomly me, again!</title><content type='html'>Wow its been a while. I guess ill return to my bad habits of sharing my day to day happenings with the rest of the world, after a year long hiatus? haha. Oh well, some updates. I have gained a lot of weight. Were talking massive amounts. Probably in the tune of 15-20kgs. It took me a semester to burn that off, now with a compromised spine, i don't know when or if ever i will be able to get rid of it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second bitch point. I am off to medical school, as some of you guys may already know. It was a surprise acceptance..i was already planning for a career in research. But i guess i have a different purpose in life set aside for me. One day, ill tell my kids how at one point, my destiny was decided on a single hepatitis B jab. But that's a story for another occasion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy busy, busy with applications here and there. Ill have to fly to Adelaide to pack up my stuff before returning to kl, then to Miri, then to kl, then to Dubai then to Dublin. Sore bums anticipated. But the good thing is, ill be living using euros..convert that to Thai baht, and you become a millionaire! Ill be able to have my long anticipated koh samui vacation next summer. Which gives me roughly 10 months to get in shape, to cut my man breasts, my extended ass as well as iron out my "keg" into a six pack- rugby team joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, as my gym buddy use to say- we fat people need to lose a girl in order to get fit. Another insider joke which i will explain one day, but i think most people will get it. Thats all for today. And i need to give this depressing black background a facelift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I want a smartphone, but i have been so out of touch with technology. So anyone can kindly explain to me, what is an android and what is an app, ill give you cookies.  And discounts on all future consultations and surgeries (this is akin to buying stocks..if ya get what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-3914749231436378330?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3914749231436378330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=3914749231436378330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3914749231436378330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3914749231436378330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2010/09/randomly-me-again.html' title='Randomly me, again!'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1164539673849810769</id><published>2010-06-02T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T08:10:25.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me 20 good reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYAOf5aKE78&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYAOf5aKE78&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-1164539673849810769?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1164539673849810769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1164539673849810769&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1164539673849810769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1164539673849810769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2010/06/give-me-20-good-reasons.html' title='Give me 20 good reasons'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-194232151575245092</id><published>2009-12-09T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T09:58:59.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn.</title><content type='html'>Alas, boredom has led me back to this wretched blog. I swore i gave up writing for good..until i got hurt which resulted in me being confined to my bed for most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets re-wind to about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Uni gym, pretending to be iron man. I ran 30 minutes on the threadmill, 10 minutes on the speed cycle and a further 20 minutes on another cardio machine of some sorts. Went on to lift weights that were way to heavy for me. And this was my first decent workout in weeks thanks to deadlines etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the next morning feeling awfully sore, especially in my calves and chest. Typical post workout sensations i thought to myself. But then theres this unusual pain on my lower back, and it seems to radiate to my left butt cheek and left thigh through the calves and into the ankles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very unusual. But i convinced myself that its just a pulled muscle of somesort..hey..what doesnt kill you makes you stronger right? So i went gyming again! Doing the same routine albeit abit hindered by the muscular and back pain. Running 4 kms was tougher than usual and resulted in me getting charlie horse-calve- cramps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few days i faced excrutiating calve cramps whenever i walked, an extremely annoying muscle restlessness and general discomfort whever i sit and agonizing dilibitating pains whenever i got up from sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried whatever i knew, from counterpain to massage, all failed. Out of desperation i tried Ibuprofen and that seemed to relieve the pain for 4-6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor after enduring weeks of the pain. He took one look at me and said " You have Sciatica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sciatica, S-C-I-A-T-I-C-A, here you can google it, but essentially it meants your sciatic nerve is irritated by a herniated disc on your lumbar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind focused on the words Nerve, Lumbar, Herniated and Disc. And i knew that was bad enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i am spending 75% of my day on the bed, doing useless things like studying the art of infantry warfare and reading history books. I have a scheduled appointment with an orthopedic surgeon this friday at University Malaya Medical Centre. I just hope that he doesnt recommend surgery. My australian doctor told me that surgery was a last option, and this opinion was seconded by my physio who was convinced that the injury was due to bad sitting posture =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lets see what the surgeon says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best scenario:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aiya, small case la yours..should be in a few weeks you wont feel the pain ady la..continue taking your current medication and dont go clubbing ok?."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst case:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Im sorry to say that damage to the L3 and L4 is pretty extensive....MRI confirms herniation....surgery highly recommended..no gym for a year post surgery. And no clubbing ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for scenario one!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-194232151575245092?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/194232151575245092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=194232151575245092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/194232151575245092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/194232151575245092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/12/yawn.html' title='Yawn.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7458323257729124557</id><published>2009-11-12T00:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T00:59:05.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Trapped in the quiet solitude of constant worries i find myself humbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not what i thought i was, nor am i what i want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks of past memories haunt me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame, disappointment and all thoughts of negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To strive for what is right in a world of wrongs is laughable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had a strong belief, that i have the ability to soar, soar as high as i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing with all my heart and soul that i and i alone, am the master of my own destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the joy of success i have abandoned all that is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pursuit of perfection i have hurt others around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arrogance of knowledge, i have turned on my own creator,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the belief of my own ability, I have misled myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now as i sit in realization of my own neglect, i realize that i am nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the death of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7458323257729124557?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7458323257729124557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7458323257729124557&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7458323257729124557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7458323257729124557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/11/trapped-in-quiet-solitude-of-constant.html' title=''/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6598611864434309930</id><published>2009-10-09T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T01:47:43.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hello. Its been a while? how are you..yes im talking to a wall, welcome to my monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah ok enough random scribblings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been extremely busy this past week, and the weeks before that as this blog can testify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just completed a presentation on immunohistochem which sucked just about that much of my life. Heres some nice photos to look at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Ss7uobA7cBI/AAAAAAAABMc/EF7zyr3zNN0/s1600-h/P8260388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Ss7uobA7cBI/AAAAAAAABMc/EF7zyr3zNN0/s320/P8260388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390508182222893074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo spleen cross section XD. Stained with oxidized diaminobenzidine and counterstained with haemotoxylin. Butterfly looking thingy in the middle is the PALS surrounded by primary follicles and marginal zones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Ss7v4crb9DI/AAAAAAAABMk/29KQU9CGg1E/s1600-h/P8260386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Ss7v4crb9DI/AAAAAAAABMk/29KQU9CGg1E/s320/P8260386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390509557059154994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is....a strip of bacon! its cheaper to buy it in central market than in coles supermarket. +_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its a section of the lamina propia, and i dont think it can be found in any supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough with brown boring pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a few urgent things to pass up this month. A completed daybook for micro, a literature review and full length report for genetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then final exams and sem over! Muck about in adelaide for a week plus plus then fly home to msia, 2 weeks in KL, xmas in kuching as usual then back to my beloved hometown of miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now i want to bitch about how much weight ive gained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7kgs to be exact..want to see how much 7 kg changes someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i show u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before 7kg weight gain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Ss70IXlLACI/AAAAAAAABMs/8-EuS1gYqu8/s1600-h/bye+bye+rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Ss70IXlLACI/AAAAAAAABMs/8-EuS1gYqu8/s320/bye+bye+rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390514228615118882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my ex-wife rachel, after she left to uk we got a divorce coz she cheated on me on some random brit lad she met in a chem eng pub crawl.Thats the reason why i gained 7 kilos..because i was so depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7kgs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Ss71jATBd3I/AAAAAAAABM0/OVPqVtEWWa4/s1600-h/DSCF1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Ss71jATBd3I/AAAAAAAABM0/OVPqVtEWWa4/s320/DSCF1024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390515785733076850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is judith lee. shes not my wife but somehow she looks pregnant..not mine thats for sure...at least i think so..oops. hahahahaha!(Judith if u ever read this please dont kill me, consider ur slippers FOC haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, short term goal, 10kg loss. Long term goal 20-25kg. *rocky theme song starts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lah, enough for today..ill give a picture guide of my work lab soon..if i have the time. Chowz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6598611864434309930?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6598611864434309930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6598611864434309930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6598611864434309930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6598611864434309930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Ss7uobA7cBI/AAAAAAAABMc/EF7zyr3zNN0/s72-c/P8260388.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7713561804221480574</id><published>2009-08-26T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T07:27:27.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 43.</title><content type='html'>It has been 43 days since i first arrived in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i was having one of my emo moods again in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this isnt a love story, ill leave that topic for now. Its about my decisions for the future. I have been thinking alot lately about what im going to do after next year. I have always wanted to do medicine and would be my ultimate dream to be accepted into a graduate programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I dont feel i have enough brain juice to do it. I have always doubted myself in this aspect. Im struggling for this final year in biomed doing double majors. And i suppose it will only get harder in med school, that is if i can get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres the issue about the amount of time i spend, graduating only at the age of 25/26. Ill be 3 years behind my friends. Then theres the expenses etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, theres the admittance process, in which i need a degree of good quality(second upper or better), high GAMSAT scores, interviews etc, and a very illustrious cv of which my greatest achievement was probably......oh wait , i have NONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as i was thinking about all of this on my morning bus ride to uni with my characteristic blank stare into nothing.(besides checking out the cute girl a few seats infront of me ocassionaly. She super jual mahal and smokes . What a turn off. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the bus approached one of its popular stops on the north terrace, near the convention centre and casino, an elderly man came abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively i asked him wheather he wanted my seat. He politely said no, and told me that he wasnt going far. So i remained seated and continued staring out the window. Suddenly he asked me " So are you off to Uni?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said yes. He then asked me what i was studying and i told him biomedicine. He couldnt hear me that well and assumed i was studying medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This were his following words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Medicine eh? Thats a very good field to go into. Ive been volunteering in the hospital myself for about 13 years. I help out in the food kiosk every wednesday." he told me proudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, this frail 70plus year old man is a hospital volunteer?? I thought he was going there to be treated, not to serve others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i left the bus and the old man feeling not so emo anymore. Its inexplicable, im not sure why. But somehow i was kinda smilling to myself after that short conversation with a random elderly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later i clocked in for my lab placement in the molecular life science building. Wasnt expecting a good day at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Ben left me mostly on my own today, trying to use some of his troubleshooting procedures to save the cDNA batch which i worked 2 weeks to produce, but seemed to not want to replicate in the PCR machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i carried out the procedure, using another template, diffrent buffer, different enzyme yada yada. Let the gel run for a few minutes and processed it in the big computer-UV light thingy next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really was expecting nothing to come up on the screen. Coz everytime im left alone to do stuff i always screw up one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold. An image like  Jesus's face on the shroud of turin came up on the screen. And indeed, it was nothing short of a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SpVA1C1a9xI/AAAAAAAABMU/tAXD5Kl1FvA/s1600-h/joshua2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SpVA1C1a9xI/AAAAAAAABMU/tAXD5Kl1FvA/s320/joshua2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374273010374735634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some of you, this would mean absolutely nothing. But to me, those pathethic smudges proved  that i have successfully cloned FMR1, FXR1 as well as the FXR2 genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys may not sense the wow factor in this. So to put this in perspective, we anticipated troubleshooting this part for at least a few weeks, when we nailed it in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the heaps of praises from Ben as well as his marked increase in optimism for this mini project was all that i needed at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todays experience really lifted me. It started with the random encounter with the old man, and ended with the successful wetwork in the lab. How does this tie to my future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just showed me that things dont always go badly. With a little optimism dilligence, a dash of luck ..good things are bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ill just keep my head up, and stride on. Hey, the impossible does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this meaningless post, till next time, see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7713561804221480574?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7713561804221480574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7713561804221480574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7713561804221480574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7713561804221480574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-43.html' title='Day 43.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SpVA1C1a9xI/AAAAAAAABMU/tAXD5Kl1FvA/s72-c/joshua2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-5910637337188946953</id><published>2009-08-15T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T07:16:14.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another saturday.</title><content type='html'>Another week is over, week 4 of the academic calendar is about to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 3 was kinda hectic with me getting sick on wednesday, missing 2 lectures in the process (thank god for audio recordings.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hectic because i had to pass up my lab day-book, which seemed rather empty a few days before the due date..there was supposed to be 2 weeks worth of experimental data inside..some things never change :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about week 4, i have a big paper on Hepatitis B viral treatment to write -due on week 8, not  a single word has been written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i have another literature review about my mini project due around then as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND my project is going to Kick off this monday. Havent read the protocols which my supervisor sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a whole pile of shit facing me what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy lotto.(Similar to 6D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Soa4-u-0IFI/AAAAAAAABMM/uzjN2G4xzrM/s1600-h/Picture0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Soa4-u-0IFI/AAAAAAAABMM/uzjN2G4xzrM/s320/Picture0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370182993588789330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My ticket out of hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why buy lotto?? Because if i win 4 million aussie dollars i wont have to pass up all those stuff i just mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I didnt win.( well DUH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got a very stupid haircut, thats why im covering my face. Shit. Im not going to that chinatown barber again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dont cut so much on the top ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah beng barber: Ok ok, I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCISSORS&lt;/span&gt; here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew something was wrong when he cut my hair literally millimeter by millimeter..performing all kinds of funny scissors work and technique...@@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH, nevermind. Cut already, paid 18 dollars for his lousy work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the day watching How I Met Your Mother and day dreaming about what i could do with 4 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So heres a list of what i would do with 4 million aussie dollars IF I HAD WON today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Immediately buy a first class ticket back to miri to tell my parents, meet up with friends. Fly back to Adelaide before monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the motorbike shop behind my apartment and purchase my dream bike- Honda CBR 1000 rr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ride my baby to the driving school, and pay the auntie 10,000 dollars to make me a license without sitting for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Move out of the hostel, and buy a swanky apartment on North Terrace, just opposite of rundle mall. And like, 2 minutes walk away from school :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wait for the next weekend, fly back to malaysia. Pick up Phil from sandakan, connecting flight to taiwan first class. Party in taipei for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yes brother, if i win lottery we will make our taiwan party dream a reality haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After partying and throwing money at pretty taiwanese leng luis in exclusive clubs, fly back to miri..make an annonymous donation of 1 million ringgit to St.Columba parish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way ill save myself from hell. Ok enough day dreaming. I want to do something more productive....like watching shutters for the 6th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-5910637337188946953?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5910637337188946953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=5910637337188946953&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5910637337188946953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5910637337188946953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-saturday.html' title='Another saturday.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Soa4-u-0IFI/AAAAAAAABMM/uzjN2G4xzrM/s72-c/Picture0050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6909696220574325163</id><published>2009-08-07T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T03:22:16.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Camwhore King.</title><content type='html'>WARNING: If you have eaten within 2 hours, do not view this material. Nausea and Vomiting may ensue. If symptoms persist despite not eating, please consult your physician or a qualified health-care professional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv-LM9PrTI/AAAAAAAABME/yjZFz7mxL6M/s1600-h/parental-advisory-explicit-lyrics.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv-LM9PrTI/AAAAAAAABME/yjZFz7mxL6M/s320/parental-advisory-explicit-lyrics.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367162849352199474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By viewing this material you agree that you are of legal age (18 and above), and that it is legal to view pornographic materials in the region from which you are accessing this material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YES &lt;/span&gt;to enter and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; to return to your homepage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....ok theres actually no YES and NO link ( i hope nobody actually tried clicking.. )my computer skill not so geng. So just view it lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv6ECw70zI/AAAAAAAABLM/AVoP6LIeowQ/s1600-h/DSC00974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv6ECw70zI/AAAAAAAABLM/AVoP6LIeowQ/s320/DSC00974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367158328310616882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv6WDabANI/AAAAAAAABLU/OjI8A3e6kvs/s1600-h/DSC00973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv6WDabANI/AAAAAAAABLU/OjI8A3e6kvs/s320/DSC00973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367158637722271954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv6rAPIMoI/AAAAAAAABLc/C3wJSkYLDKQ/s1600-h/DSC00970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv6rAPIMoI/AAAAAAAABLc/C3wJSkYLDKQ/s320/DSC00970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367158997646848642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv67QERs0I/AAAAAAAABLk/HyISuhKATWQ/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv67QERs0I/AAAAAAAABLk/HyISuhKATWQ/s320/DSC00969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367159276774208322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv7MbIyegI/AAAAAAAABLs/WRyGUG_Bq3c/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv7MbIyegI/AAAAAAAABLs/WRyGUG_Bq3c/s320/DSC00968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367159571803699714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv7Xz_hfWI/AAAAAAAABL0/37Abnzp4GW8/s1600-h/DSC00969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv7Xz_hfWI/AAAAAAAABL0/37Abnzp4GW8/s320/DSC00969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv7llChmaI/AAAAAAAABL8/TX1gdDVGIjY/s1600-h/DSC00971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv7llChmaI/AAAAAAAABL8/TX1gdDVGIjY/s320/DSC00971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367160003958512034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i sexy? Tell me i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6909696220574325163?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6909696220574325163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6909696220574325163&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6909696220574325163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6909696220574325163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/confessions-of-camwhore-king.html' title='Confessions of a Camwhore King.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Snv-LM9PrTI/AAAAAAAABME/yjZFz7mxL6M/s72-c/parental-advisory-explicit-lyrics.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-5445609409927189068</id><published>2009-08-04T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T05:47:33.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Blues.</title><content type='html'>I should really be reading up on todays Genetics lectures. But it just cant go in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO lets blog! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;week 2 of the academic calendar, and things are already heating up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share my sorrow with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's some of the things i have to read tonight and the whole of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sngm8HPLWcI/AAAAAAAABKc/FCnF3htYkHg/s1600-h/Picture0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sngm8HPLWcI/AAAAAAAABKc/FCnF3htYkHg/s320/Picture0044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366081770188659138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first journal related to my lab placement. ONE of many to come. I think eventually i would have to cite a minimum of 20-30 journals for my project summary T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SngnY9wqb2I/AAAAAAAABKk/nua-uIPd4ME/s1600-h/Picture0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SngnY9wqb2I/AAAAAAAABKk/nua-uIPd4ME/s320/Picture0047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366082265860960098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title of this paper is  " Contribution of mGluR and Fmr1 functional pathways to neurite mophogenesis, cranofacial development and fragile x syndrome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fall asleep by just reading the title ZZZZ..and if you take a good look, you can see that its written by my supervisors Dr Ben Tucker and Professor Rob Richards as well as Professor Lidelli (i dont report to this dude.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, scientists love to make fancy names for things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I summarize the title for you in Joshua's English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRAIN GROWTH IS AFFECTED BY TWO THINGIES CALLED mGluR AND FMR1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? much easier to understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SngosOKNNXI/AAAAAAAABKs/_VESQJjnqns/s1600-h/Picture0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SngosOKNNXI/AAAAAAAABKs/_VESQJjnqns/s320/Picture0048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366083696192206194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 11 pages of scientific terms and confusing pictures. Out of respect to my supervisors, i wont call it crap. Because they took years of effort to publish this paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, it gave me a very bad headache. Since i have to know the research subject quite well in order to participate, i had to digest every SINGLE word and picture. Wikipedia is SOO useful when it comes to scientific terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other stuff to read as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SngqnavSBtI/AAAAAAAABK0/cevyiakcMoE/s1600-h/Picture0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SngqnavSBtI/AAAAAAAABK0/cevyiakcMoE/s320/Picture0045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366085812692846290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Difference in Receptor Usage between Severe Acute Respiratory Syndrome (SARS) Coronavirus and SARS-Like Coronavirus of Bat Origin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only part of that sentence that made sense to me is "of Bat Origin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has something to do with bats! Yuhoo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paper is for my Infection and Immunity tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i have WHOLE STACKS of journals to read for Genetics..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SngrrNU7oJI/AAAAAAAABK8/PUctRIVYNGk/s1600-h/Picture0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SngrrNU7oJI/AAAAAAAABK8/PUctRIVYNGk/s320/Picture0046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366086977323770002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG! SWT!WTF! KNS!KNNCCB!ORZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i thank God that i finally found my soulmate to comfort me, to support me, to cheer me up when im down and to make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We understand each other so well, that its magical. That unexplainable feeling I get when our lips touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes me warm when im cold, and she brings me hope when theres none. I took me thousands of miles to find you, but it worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sngsx87o6DI/AAAAAAAABLE/yiW-9k3Ocdo/s1600-h/Picture0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sngsx87o6DI/AAAAAAAABLE/yiW-9k3Ocdo/s320/Picture0049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366088192693430322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my Carlton, I love you soo much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough rubbish la. I have to read all that stuff i just showed you. Fark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-5445609409927189068?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5445609409927189068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=5445609409927189068&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5445609409927189068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5445609409927189068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-blues.html' title='Tuesday Blues.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sngm8HPLWcI/AAAAAAAABKc/FCnF3htYkHg/s72-c/Picture0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-3194248732909383040</id><published>2009-07-31T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:05:07.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Beers</title><content type='html'>Ok time for a serious blogging topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When youre a student in a foreign land, one of the most critical thing to do is to find the best booze in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ive taken the liberty to sample some of the popular Australian brands..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCING....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPkkg_QK-I/AAAAAAAABJk/exhhngcl3k0/s1600-h/Picture0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPkkg_QK-I/AAAAAAAABJk/exhhngcl3k0/s320/Picture0043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364882897110051810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West End, Coopers Pale Ale and Carlton Draught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start with West End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPk62_ED4I/AAAAAAAABJs/uk6rEQxnjXA/s1600-h/Picture0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPk62_ED4I/AAAAAAAABJs/uk6rEQxnjXA/s320/Picture0036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364883280971960194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first encountered this beer while watching an aussie football match in the stadium. Now i dont claim to be a beer expert, but all i can say is that this beer is relatively mild from what we are used to back home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPm7yBNASI/AAAAAAAABJ8/taSfXqK-5vI/s1600-h/Picture0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPm7yBNASI/AAAAAAAABJ8/taSfXqK-5vI/s320/Picture0040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364885495841882402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taste wise it is more malt-ish than tiger and not quite as bitter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cheapest of the 3 beers, costing AUS$2.30 per 350ml "stubbie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPnEYw3_NI/AAAAAAAABKE/sgq3G_vV31I/s1600-h/Picture0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPnEYw3_NI/AAAAAAAABKE/sgq3G_vV31I/s320/Picture0041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364885643681332434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list is Coopers Pale Ale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPl-EgpLGI/AAAAAAAABJ0/0Uik4lRdOV8/s1600-h/Picture0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPl-EgpLGI/AAAAAAAABJ0/0Uik4lRdOV8/s320/Picture0039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364884435653700706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally this is my least favourite between the 3 beers. It is also the most expensive at AUS$2.90 per 350ml "stubbie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why. I dont like the taste. I actually tried it at the recommendation of my canadian housemate who told me that it was the best beer in aussie. Not quite i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the final one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPncyRzr_I/AAAAAAAABKM/74JddmYGG5I/s1600-h/Picture0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPncyRzr_I/AAAAAAAABKM/74JddmYGG5I/s320/Picture0037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364886062847209458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This costs AUS$2.60 per stubbie. And in my opinion is the nicest one out of the 3. I really enjoy beers which are not very bitter and this is one of them. But what sets it apart is that nice malt taste. mmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very OBVIOUSLY..the winner is carlton. (sounds like a badminton brand no??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPoP6ywniI/AAAAAAAABKU/6gS-8ZiZXLQ/s1600-h/Picture0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPoP6ywniI/AAAAAAAABKU/6gS-8ZiZXLQ/s320/Picture0038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364886941306232354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIMME GIMME MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to be honest, bottled or canned beers can never EVER beat tap beers la. Id rather spend money on good tap beers than buying loads of stubbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public service annoucement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You better don't drink too much ah! because alcohol makes your brain stupid.."-mummy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-3194248732909383040?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3194248732909383040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=3194248732909383040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3194248732909383040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3194248732909383040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/battle-of-beers_31.html' title='Battle of the Beers'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SnPkkg_QK-I/AAAAAAAABJk/exhhngcl3k0/s72-c/Picture0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-4694995602951326303</id><published>2009-07-31T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:07:06.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired.</title><content type='html'>It begins with the long and harsh silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When every hour is counted and felt, spent on useless whys and what ifs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as the days and months pass,new memories will be made. And all the sweet happenings of the past, will slowly fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life becomes brighter, your heart feels lighter,and soon you'll find laughter.(hey that rhymes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we begin to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do as i always do, i will find somebody new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope sometime in the future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll find your someone too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-4694995602951326303?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4694995602951326303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=4694995602951326303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4694995602951326303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4694995602951326303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspired.html' title='Inspired.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1431635067066829292</id><published>2009-07-21T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T08:34:30.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivian Tan</title><content type='html'>FIRSTLY, so sorry that this is late. I have been rather busy with field trips and enrolment issues over the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Its not very often that people ask me to do a blog post for a birthday present so im not very sure what to write..so ill just write about the birthday girl haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little history lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met vivian when completing the first 2 years of my biomed degree at INTI Nilai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsQcsu8hiI/AAAAAAAABG8/bmEs7Q5cUkw/s1600-h/Vivian+n+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsQcsu8hiI/AAAAAAAABG8/bmEs7Q5cUkw/s320/Vivian+n+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362397866545153570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;september 2007 HAHAHA. Dr Ooi's Chemistry lab session doing some wetwork :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of vivian is that she was a :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quiet person&lt;br /&gt;2. Shy&lt;br /&gt;3. Well behaved&lt;br /&gt;4. Well mannered&lt;br /&gt;5. Lady like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was before she opened her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she opened her mouth, its a whole new scenario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revised version of the above list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. LOUD&lt;br /&gt;2. Not shy/ Thick Face&lt;br /&gt;3. Well behaved ONLY WHEN TIRED/ SLEEPY/ SEDATED&lt;br /&gt;4. Well mannered when meeting someone new&lt;br /&gt;5. Erm, no comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..enough making fun of you..its supposed to be your birthday present anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, i had plenty of fun being in your company during the INTI years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsSBJg6ioI/AAAAAAAABHE/nHqq6f1zwb0/s1600-h/DSC00891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsSBJg6ioI/AAAAAAAABHE/nHqq6f1zwb0/s320/DSC00891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362399592257849986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lab partners for semester 2. Tht pic was from Ms liew's MCB122 prac session, blood typing experiment hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsSqYz-HvI/AAAAAAAABHM/bYm7NB5yLO4/s1600-h/DSC00894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsSqYz-HvI/AAAAAAAABHM/bYm7NB5yLO4/s320/DSC00894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362400300738944754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences..I remember you kept pulling your finger away at the last minute so i had to cheat you by shooting the lancet at 2 when i said id count to 3 hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was tht trip to kuching i made..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Smsjv6j_W7I/AAAAAAAABJU/9RUgjtCEAOk/s1600-h/DSC00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Smsjv6j_W7I/AAAAAAAABJU/9RUgjtCEAOk/s320/DSC00177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362419087395740594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still remember this?? Bings, november 2007. MY FACE LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING PAU WITH THAT CARROT HAIR STYLE @@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that random trip to midvalley @#%^^!$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsVXhZbLBI/AAAAAAAABHc/ZW2mQrvdeh0/s1600-h/DSC01131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsVXhZbLBI/AAAAAAAABHc/ZW2mQrvdeh0/s320/DSC01131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362403275160890386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially was pissed coz i felt it was a waste of my time..but i eventually cooled down haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsV1S-1smI/AAAAAAAABHk/kr9nYLVp0SE/s1600-h/DSC01138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsV1S-1smI/AAAAAAAABHk/kr9nYLVp0SE/s320/DSC01138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362403786687361634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it sometihng to do with pancakes or baskin robbins?? I cant really remember anymore hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were closer in the early sems, but i guess we couldnt spend as much time after i chose 2+1. coz i Had to do much more hours than you did. And i was frequently in bad mood due to the workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsUMxhKASI/AAAAAAAABHU/2ZzjrZrd8PE/s1600-h/DSC00836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsUMxhKASI/AAAAAAAABHU/2ZzjrZrd8PE/s320/DSC00836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362401990998098210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimp daddy and his 2 girls hahaha. Jz kidding..with michelle and vivian. Note my unhappy face, there was a slight misunderstanding few hours before :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthday ,almost 1 year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsfyvIseeI/AAAAAAAABIc/SCHgP5M-5fY/s1600-h/DSC01031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsfyvIseeI/AAAAAAAABIc/SCHgP5M-5fY/s320/DSC01031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362414737821563362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if you know, but it was my idea to surprise you in secret recipe. Me jon and XN bought the present collectively at sunway pyramid after much discussion and plenty of hassle hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsWiEYOP-I/AAAAAAAABHs/vQI_6pmEJFo/s1600-h/DSC00989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsWiEYOP-I/AAAAAAAABHs/vQI_6pmEJFo/s320/DSC00989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362404555861409762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planning was so last minute. Ran around class to get everyone to sign this before class ended.Mine is just above the balloons on the left hand side :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsXtWlqZlI/AAAAAAAABH0/3zwAq37J-y8/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsXtWlqZlI/AAAAAAAABH0/3zwAq37J-y8/s320/DSC01018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362405849239807570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret recipe @ nilai. The guys hiding behind the counter for your surprise haha. Luckily the staff was sporting. XD. And look at chun hao! wtf..hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsYslbaAVI/AAAAAAAABH8/43GzzK7GJ9Y/s1600-h/DSC01020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsYslbaAVI/AAAAAAAABH8/43GzzK7GJ9Y/s320/DSC01020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362406935555080530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once you were still and quiet. And the cake slices were handpicked by me! wuhoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsZPyr7QxI/AAAAAAAABIE/0tGSnH9B-wo/s1600-h/DSC01064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsZPyr7QxI/AAAAAAAABIE/0tGSnH9B-wo/s320/DSC01064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362407540409451282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret recipe, july 21st 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you left, i remember editing your personal statement which was erm....challenging :D. 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Personally, this field interests me mainly because of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;my love for Biology&lt;/span&gt;. I was born and bred in a town located in the heart of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Borneo&lt;/st1:place&gt; called Kuching; a place of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;harmony, tranquillity and serenity&lt;/span&gt;. I grew up as an inquisitive child, and biology was always the answer to many of my questions regarding nature as its many wonders never ceased to amaze me. As i matured and continued reading biology at the secondary level of education, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the cellular mechanisms of living organism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-MY"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s greatly interested me, and my passion to learn more has increased ever since&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;what.total. BULLSHIT. HAHAHAHAAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sem 3 was the last sem you were in malaysia. By september 2008, you were 7000kms away in Newcastle. But that didnt prevent your ngongness from infecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Smsag0gHiaI/AAAAAAAABIU/Qzj1e7Ic5Ko/s1600-h/cat+face2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Smsag0gHiaI/AAAAAAAABIU/Qzj1e7Ic5Ko/s320/cat+face2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362408932466198946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SCARY! hahahaha. I knew i kept that stupid screenshot somewhere on my hard disk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so its been close to a year now since i last saw you in person. Time really flies huh. And by the look of things, we would probably only meet after we graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single blog post isnt really enough to list down all the stuff and shits tht happened. And like any friendship, weve been through many ups and downs. Fights and laughter, sadness and joy. Sometimes i wanted to kill you. Sometimes you wanted to kill me hahaha. But tht would never change the fact that you remain one of the most special friends that i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your final year. Study hard, don't pray pray. I might not be able to save you like i did for your case studies coz id be so fucking busy with my final year stuff as well @@. Believe you can do it. You're not stupid. and no, you're not retarded either . I honestly believe that you have what it takes if you dig deep and never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okkkkkkkk i can hear you say " HAIYAH SUI BIAN NAH! HEN MA FARN AR NI AH BEAR! *STRESS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya one last thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsinbM9CDI/AAAAAAAABJM/UkKZujcaHIE/s1600-h/Picture0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsinbM9CDI/AAAAAAAABJM/UkKZujcaHIE/s320/Picture0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362417842027038770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal says G'DAY MATE! all the way from Adelaide, South Australia. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill see you when i see you :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-1431635067066829292?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1431635067066829292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1431635067066829292&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1431635067066829292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1431635067066829292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/vivian-tan.html' title='Vivian Tan'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SmsQcsu8hiI/AAAAAAAABG8/bmEs7Q5cUkw/s72-c/Vivian+n+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6735304282155445886</id><published>2009-07-17T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:19:00.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>Today began at 7.30, with me standing in front of the shower half asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the course advisor and got a shitty timetable..(but no morning classes yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had a big breakfast before wondering around the uni doing random stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to rundle mall around midday and waited for wendy to come, which was probably the most exciting aspect of what would otherwise be a very dull day haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were supposed to meet at borders, i decided to have a look at what they had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty impressive collection, and ive found 2 books ive been interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mahabharata and also the Bhagavad Gita(which is in fact part of the mahabharata) :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mahabharata had a very complicated translation, so ill probably leave that for later, definitely gonna pick up the Bhagavad Gita tomorrow or whenever im back in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with wendy shortly after...was really cautious cause scared i got the wrong person haha. Much taller than i expected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked to chinatown, chatting a hell lot in between. Had hainanese chicken rice for lunch and it wasnt nice..rice was too gingery. I think the chicken rice in INTI dining hall taste better. hahaha..if i convert the price, that plate of chicken rice would cost me 21 ringgit while the dining hall one cost only 3.20 hahahaha okokok i better stop converting dollars to ringgit its not healthyyyyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Wendy became my impromtu tour guide taking me through Rundle Street right till the East terrace where we made our way to the botanical gardens before heading to the Art Gallery, stopping by Torrens river on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw some modern art which were pretty hard to appreciate hahaha..some of the more classical ones were nice though especially the statues and carvings. Loved the east asian cast iron miniatures from india and thailand..awesome stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent a few minutes in the state museum which was next door and went to stop by the state library as well..wondered around rundle mall sumore till dark and made our way to chinatown were we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a VERY fun day, but the double blisters on the sole of my feet was proof that i mustve walked halfway around the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All credits to wendy for being a super awesome and fun tour guide, and thanks for warning me about hindley street hahaha. look forward to meeting up again soon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, the funniest moment of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wendy: erm, I thinkk thats north...*points south*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me: No, north terrace is that way, north is that way *points north*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your sense of direction.....is..quite impressive. hahahaha. just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if youre reading this, ive warned you that this blog is rubbish :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats it for now, and one last thing. Gonna buy a digicam soon so look out for more photos gracing this blog FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6735304282155445886?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6735304282155445886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6735304282155445886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6735304282155445886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6735304282155445886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-2617245496383114833</id><published>2009-07-14T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T06:21:36.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>Day 3 in Adelaide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12pm( some things never change...) after being called by my sis. Went online to look at google maps and took a shower. Had liquid breakfast..no seriously, theres a drink called liquid breakfast for $2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adelaide is a nice place, not too busy and not too dull. And the weather is nice too. Not when the wind blows though...brrr. Add rain and youre gonna get frozen. Today was 12 degrees+wind and light showers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the Free City Loop bus a.k.a 99C to the uni...like the name says, its free. Spent a good 3 hours in the central business district looking for various things and opening my aussie bank account. Went back to the uni to meet with yanie, wan xian and eugene to sort out some travel and sight seeing stuff haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike you UNSW buggers, instead of clubbing, we Adelaide people get to see whales @ Victor Harbour *SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budgeting here is difficult..food is expensive. I spent at least $12 just on food for today. Thats like RM 35..and im eating the dirt cheap stuff mind you..then i bought other essential items like towels and toilet paper, plus a LAN cable for my internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly im adjusting to the culture here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mannerisms of aussie people are abit strange to the uninitiated...especially those of us who come from an asian background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people here say "how are ya" alot.. and the automatic reply is " Im good thanks" no matter how shitty you're feeling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not as if they expect you to tell them how you really are feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of them are friendly, I greet the bus driver every time i board and thank him/her when i get off. Almost everyone does that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city is clean and well ordered. It took me less than 24 hours to figure out the layout of the city. Cant say the same for the Uni coz everything is in a mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Uni buildings have a brownish shade and made of either brick or stone. Alot of church like structures and cloisters which give it a medieval feeling. I still havent figured out the whole layout of the uni..its so unpredictable..union hall on one side, library on the other..and all of a sudden a huge ass science lab appears out of nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they all look alike! argh..The signs are SOOO TINY and its only at the entrance of the building..so go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall a very beautiful campus with nice buildings..you feel smarter just by standing there haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the busses are awesome..never packed, mostly on time..never late for more than 5 minutes..friendly NON suicidal driver who actually greets you when you board. Taxi if fucking expensive but the drivers are good and professional. NON suicidal as well unlike those who work for the public transport system back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on my way home from the grocerie store, i found a curious looking building tucked away in a small street right next to my accomodation..A BOXING GYM. HAHAHA. Im going for a free lesson tomorrow :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifes good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Day 3, wo hen xiang ni...gotta  expand my mandarin vocab..haha. WAN XIANNNN HELLPPPPPP!!!!!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-2617245496383114833?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2617245496383114833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=2617245496383114833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2617245496383114833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2617245496383114833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8694360217356702193</id><published>2009-07-10T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T13:27:35.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Epilogue</title><content type='html'>Applause please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final curtain call is here, as the end of this illustrious chapter draws nearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than 24 hours i will leave this country to complete my biomedical science degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sit here pondering about what the future has planned for me, I can help but smile to myself as i reminisce about the past 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really impossible to write down all the great things only home can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working out in a dingy gym, drinking beer with friends on the beach , going out to the countryside to enjoy nature,  long conversations in friends houses under the influence of alcohol,playing darts in the bar, babbling endlessly about what the future may bring upon each and everyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is what scares me the most. Slowly we are growing. Most of us are at a transition age, Comming out of our teenhood to the realm of young adulthood. Soon some of us will have to take responsibilities. Commitment to jobs, further education and ofcourse families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon there will be a time when we can no longer drop by each others houses to have a drink, or talk rubbish. No time for the beaches with the campfire nights. No more staying by the lighthouse drinking beers and counting the various vessels and offshore platforms off the coast of our beautiful town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets leave that for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now lets cherish the memories that we so carelessly forge out of stupidity and drunkedness. Let us celebrate our youth, and hold our glasses high, in a toast for our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; id like to shout out to some of the people who have made my holidays a more meaningful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;To my sunway sweethearts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda( especially u! haha) michelle and jas, its been great meeting up together as a group after so long. Every summer comes with the same sense of excitement and this year proves to be the best one for me thus far. Brenda commin all the way to sarawak, road trips to brunei and all the crazy drama that unfolded. Priceless. Thanks for it all. Really look forward to seeing you girls again next summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lau:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lau u are my 4 oclock buddy...cause i normally sign in the gym around 4 haha. Thanks for the gym company and all the funny shits that goes with it. Be it spotting girls in taman bulatan, or helping me get past that last rep on the bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also appreciate all those invites to thai bar and other parties XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do take good care of yourself and do well in your studies. Ill be back in the gym next year..watch out for a dude with big biceps and popping chest with perfect 8 pecs abs, thats me HAHA.( as if...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To The Geng Ucak Yang-Sik -Guna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korang la nok geng paling paloi skali..tp mun sikda korang nang sik rock la kat miri tok. Gonna miss those gatherings on the beach..drinking beer around a makeshift campfire. Nights at the pub where we talk rubbish and darts. Most of all, in carlsons house (port) where each and every recollection would never fail to bring a smile to my face and laughter in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mun ngan korang nang sikda stress la..plan pun plan koboi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(BAHASA BAKU MODE: ON)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; saya amat berbangga kerana kita semua telah maju dan boleh buat planning sampai tahap menulis minit minit meeting bagi meng-sucess kan bbq kita pada hari tersebut. Hanya satu perkara yang saya tidak puas hati ya itu beer yang tidak habis telah diminum oleh housemate carlson dengan tanpa izin hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the girls: Irene, Genevib, Nadine and Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You girls have always been the emotional pillar for me. Somehow, its easier to pour out your hearts content to girls rather than guys. guys are far less understanding haha. You have no idea how much u all mean to me when you pulled me through some rough patches, especially you rach.  And all those sharings we 3 had at one point or another haha. I really appreciate it from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene, please continue jogging eventhough we didnt go much this time hahaha. And Gen, do get out the house more often!! But don drink too much hahaha. Ill always remember that crazy night in thai bar. Nadine, you hav to stop chasing/ attracting your juniors. remember, they have to come through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rach, put that bottle of vodka down and go to sleep..good girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Avery: I have nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha im just playing. Next round of drinks in the Island is on me( if i graduate). I seriously think that we should make that place our second home. So that you dont have to drive home in a drunk state all the time. See i care for you buddy. Just like how i cared for you as you lay bleeding and wounded after that deadly motorcycle crash of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i come back in july, this is our drinks menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 shots of tequila each&lt;br /&gt;3 glasses whisky, dry.&lt;br /&gt;various cocktails (minimum 4..)&lt;br /&gt;Beer until we get KO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly to Vince:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found yourself a real rare one buddy. Take good care of her...or should i say it the other way around. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce, if u reading this, make sure he studies!! Beat him up if he doesnt. A girl who can drive a manual car is a strong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill see again next year bro, tower beer again till the lights go out haha. Do focus on your studies and get through ur adv. dip. Should be easier with her around. Regards to ur mum and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that juggling between exercising and hanging out is really tough. Going out = high calorie intake. And yes, as some of you can see, ive gained ALOT of weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i reason it with this simple statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight gained can be lost in an instant. Friendships celebrated and memories forged lasts a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the next time i see you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-8694360217356702193?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8694360217356702193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8694360217356702193&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8694360217356702193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8694360217356702193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-epilogue.html' title='My Epilogue'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8173101172324958134</id><published>2009-06-16T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:37:30.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>N.O. Explode.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;Recently, ive been interested in this sports supplement called N.O. Explode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SjxK6R8nCbI/AAAAAAAABGE/dIurHOVDXyw/s1600-h/no-xplode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SjxK6R8nCbI/AAAAAAAABGE/dIurHOVDXyw/s320/no-xplode.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349232822519794098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;Its main ingredient is nitric oxide which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;supposed &lt;/span&gt;to help in vasodilation, allowing greater blood flow to the muscles, thus allowing for greater absorption of other critical nutrients like protein and creatine which i am already taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a science student, i try to be very cautious in what i put in my body, especially when it comes to sports supplementation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being that "supplements" are not required to undergo rigorous FDA testing (The Food and Drug Administration is a federal agency of the US government, and one of its functions is to test the effects of commercially available drugs, ensuring that they work and are safe for consumption. Unfortunately their jurisdiction does not cover supplements).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically the company can put whatever they want inside the box of supplements, with no legal basis for the verification of the ingredients and effects. Means that they can bullshit you and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if the products are deemed toxic for consumption, and cases are reported, the FDA can take legal action against the company. This is the consumers only form of protection in the supplement industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I try my best to read up as much as i can before dishing out large sums of $$ for some supplement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the following feedback about N.O Explode on bodybuildingforyou.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:  It was already in bold when i read it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO EXPLOSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span class="bodytext" style="float: right;"&gt;May 13, 2009&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="bodytext" style="float: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reviewer:&lt;/strong&gt; NO VICTIM from USA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="float: right;"&gt;                     &lt;img src="http://reviews.bodybuildingforyou.com/review/images/stars-5-0.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;!--DWLayoutTable--&gt;                        &lt;div class="bodytext" align="left"&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS STUFF WILL MAKE YOU EXPLODE! THAT IS IT WILL MAKE YOU NO EXPLODE IN THE PANTS!!! I TOOK IT 3 SCOOPS AND THE GYMS TOILET GOT FILLED WITH DIARRHEA. I THREW THIS SHIT OUT IN THE DUMPSTER WOULDNT WANT SOMEONE ELSE TO EXPERIENCE THE EXPLOSION IN THE PANTS. AFTER THE TOILET EXPLOSION, I WAS READY FOR THE PUMPS. WANT TO KNOW HOW MY PUMPS DID WITH THE 3 SCOOPS? NOTHING. I GOT NOTHING BUT EXPLOSION IN THE PANTS AND CRAZY GAS COMING FROM OUT OF MY ASSHOLE. I KEPT PASSING GAS WHILE DOING THE PUMPS. GUYS WERE LOOKING AROUND WONDERING WHERE THE STINK WAS COMING FROM. IT WAS COMING FROM THE NO EXPLOSION OUT THE REAR END. &lt;/div&gt;                                &lt;input name="id" value="6360" type="hidden"&gt;                 &lt;input name="item_id" value="141" type="hidden"&gt;                 &lt;input name="item_name" value="BSN NO Xplode" type="hidden"&gt;               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;11 of 17 people found this review helpful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               &lt;span class="bodytext"&gt;Was this review helpful to you?  &lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;input name="useful" value="1" src="http://reviews.bodybuildingforyou.com/review/images/thumbs_up.gif" alt="Yes" type="image" align="middle"&gt;                 &lt;input name="notuseful" value="1" src="http://reviews.bodybuildingforyou.com/review/images/thumbs_down.gif" alt="No" type="image" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funniest thing is that 11 people gave it a thumbs up. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hrmmm..gonna think twice about using this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-8173101172324958134?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8173101172324958134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8173101172324958134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8173101172324958134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8173101172324958134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-explode.html' title='N.O. Explode.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SjxK6R8nCbI/AAAAAAAABGE/dIurHOVDXyw/s72-c/no-xplode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-9117279120002220514</id><published>2009-06-14T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:00:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go or dont go?</title><content type='html'>Hrmmm should i go for that hospital attachment or not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go: i have to wake up at 7am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't go: ill die of boredom at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go: will learn how people do diagnostic work in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't go: brain will rot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signin out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-9117279120002220514?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9117279120002220514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=9117279120002220514&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9117279120002220514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9117279120002220514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/go-or-dont-go.html' title='Go or dont go?'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6458182431317580921</id><published>2009-06-09T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T23:10:40.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Check Up</title><content type='html'>At KLINIK DR.CHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chan: Hello, yes come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sits down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chan: Are you the son of Dr. Nuing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he gives me a creepy smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chan: You are number what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh??&lt;----- confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got what he meant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh im the youngest...number 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chan: Good...good....And what course do u intend to apply for in australia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: urm actually im enrolling for final year in biomedical science..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gives me an even bigger smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chan: And what do u intend to do after that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: urmmmm..try to get into medicine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chan: Good good....very good...So what about number 1 and number 2, working already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think u mean number 1 and number 3, coz number 2 never went to you for visa application check up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chan: oh ya..so is number 1 and 3 working already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: urmm u could say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*actually its only partially true, but i was too lazy to elaborate*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Chan: Good good..*smiles*...isn't number 2 the one with the orthopedic problem...hip problem am i right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea i think so..when he was younger i think..(How the hell does he know that??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*then he starts to fill in the form..asked me those typical questions like : Are u on any medication, have u been outside malaysia in the past 5 yrs etc....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listens to my chest, then does the standard check for hernia etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;less than 5 minutes later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chan: Ok, u can go bring these forms to the nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : alright thanks..bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was saying bye bye to rm 150, which i could have used to buy 50 packs of kolo mee...or buy more whey protein from GNC  -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signin out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Up'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-2439504459109890724</id><published>2009-06-06T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:39:53.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyst.</title><content type='html'>Im so jobless right now so im gonna blog about my Sebaceous cyst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats a Sebaceous cyst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little wart like thingy which grows due to trapped sebum (oils+nasty shit) in the pores of ur skin.Read wiki lah..got nice explanation there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SiqKip0yiDI/AAAAAAAABF8/5KaccjeF6l4/s1600-h/Picture0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SiqKip0yiDI/AAAAAAAABF8/5KaccjeF6l4/s320/Picture0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344236235775969330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt so bad until i accidently hit it during gawai.Trying to kill that damn mosquito which was hovering near my ear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when all the puss and blood started oozing out..and it grew larger, turned blackish-red. Its SUPER sensitive now due to the fluid build up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus im going to have it cut on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to let dad do it..coz the last time he removed a wart on my toe( Back in 1999), it was a circus. He convinced me that a cream would be enough to numb my toe while he burned it using a blowtorch. Obviously it wasnt enough. I trashed about screaming and the operation was aborted half way hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the half burned wart fell of my toe a month later anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signin out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-2439504459109890724?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2439504459109890724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=2439504459109890724&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2439504459109890724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2439504459109890724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/cyst.html' title='Cyst.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SiqKip0yiDI/AAAAAAAABF8/5KaccjeF6l4/s72-c/Picture0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7361505129401827112</id><published>2009-06-03T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:59:39.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KK trip update.</title><content type='html'>Climbers urgently needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposed climb date is the 25th of June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rough itinerary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1- lepak in kota kinabalu&lt;br /&gt;day2- morning bus ride to mount kinabalu, climb&lt;br /&gt;day 3-descent&lt;br /&gt;day 4-jalan2 in kk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climb package is rm 800-900++ depending on the number of climbers ( EXCLUDING AIRFARE AND BOOZE MONEY TO GET DRUNK + JALAN JALAN IN KOTA KINABALU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently theres only me and avery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SiaAw6KOPYI/AAAAAAAABF0/AFX6oxxT2OI/s1600-h/P6210071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SiaAw6KOPYI/AAAAAAAABF0/AFX6oxxT2OI/s320/P6210071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343099585655881090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got killed in a motorcycle accident by this guy. 100kmph crash on a busy highway *tears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do contact me via HP or Email @ josh881019@hotmail.com for more info..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please confirm ASAP. Cheaper flights to kk if we book early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signin out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7361505129401827112?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7361505129401827112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7361505129401827112&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7361505129401827112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7361505129401827112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/06/kk-trip-update.html' title='KK trip update.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SiaAw6KOPYI/AAAAAAAABF0/AFX6oxxT2OI/s72-c/P6210071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7000751199868158190</id><published>2009-05-30T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T06:51:47.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents, boredjoe will be inactive from 31stof may till the 4th of june.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because im goin back to kampung which is 5 hours away, and you can only get a 019 signal if u stand on top of a hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres no sesco powerline..so forget about an internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Gawai everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7000751199868158190?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7000751199868158190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7000751199868158190&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7000751199868158190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7000751199868158190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-3098834658831673402</id><published>2009-05-27T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:09:39.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flight update.</title><content type='html'>For all of u who've been pestering me about when im flying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11th July 2130 from KLIA direct flight to Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will arrive the next day at 0630.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope the person who sits on 22-G turns out to be a pretty female-student-enrolling-in-Adelaide then at least the long flight wont be as boring ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-3098834658831673402?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3098834658831673402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=3098834658831673402&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3098834658831673402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3098834658831673402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/flight-update.html' title='Flight update.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-5381274048446568675</id><published>2009-05-23T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T08:43:04.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>Ok so the past few days have been rather dramatic for me. Waiting stupidly for that email which finally came..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THANK GOD im not a dream psychic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the delay is because of my bodoh ielts...i havnt submitted the damn result slip so they didnt want to release the uncond offer wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece of shit paper cost my father rm55o, +rm 300 airplane ticket+ unquantifiable amount of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShgPolkHRlI/AAAAAAAABFA/OmRsEOs9l30/s1600-h/blog+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShgPolkHRlI/AAAAAAAABFA/OmRsEOs9l30/s320/blog+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339034548200490578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna tell u my score ahahaha. Enough to go aussie lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its confirmed boys and girls. I will be leaving malaysia to live abroad for the first time in 11 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my destination: Adelaide, where the grass is green and the girls are pretty( I hope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be spending one year to complete my BSc biomed...it will be a very tough year based on what i hear from the seniors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to settle the other shits like accomodation, VISA!!!!, money etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also gonna help dad with the kampung clinic over the gawai break..thts going to be a nice experience i should think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a very busy month for me i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its good also..if not i have to start my internship at miri general hospital diagnostic lab..mana tau got swine flu sample end up in front of me..yucks. I dont want to be miri's number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thts it for now, will update if anything interesting happens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signin out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-5381274048446568675?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5381274048446568675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=5381274048446568675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5381274048446568675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5381274048446568675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShgPolkHRlI/AAAAAAAABFA/OmRsEOs9l30/s72-c/blog+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1744998704214652085</id><published>2009-05-21T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:25:21.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs?</title><content type='html'>Tuesday's dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for a flight to London. Arrived in the airport 2 hours early, only to realize that i didnt have a travellers visa to london so i couldnt get on the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt sound nasty right? But i swear the feeling was real. I woke up in cold sweat and took a few minutes to convince myself that i was just dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme continued yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was boarding an air asia flight to LCCT, so that i could take a bus to KLIA and subsequently fly to London. I arrived in LCCT, made my way to KLIA only to realize that i didnt bring my check-in luggage.I forgot to pack the whole damn thing! I was travelling with just a backpack. And the flight to London was boarding. And i think i was going there to study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again i woke up in a panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two emotions that the dreams had in common was that i was so relaxed and complacent, when suddenly an event happens which is so overwhelming and sudden that i absolutely couldnt do anything to fix the problem. I have honestly NEVER felt so helpless in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt really sound like nightmare material right? But i somehow feel very very uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps its because the offers from University of Adelaide has started arriving( for 4 days now). Perhaps its because some of my friends have already gotten the confirmed offer asking for the deposit payment and visa approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been spending most of the day watching my e-mail box waiting for that crucial e-mail from ms vanitha. And it has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling antsy now. And those dreams definitely arent helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you've just applied to one uni. All eggs in one basket baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have noooo idea how shitty this feels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-1744998704214652085?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1744998704214652085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1744998704214652085&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1744998704214652085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1744998704214652085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams.html' title='Signs?'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1920620605783247994</id><published>2009-05-18T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T12:21:50.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James Bond.</title><content type='html'>James Bond is the definition of being manly. He's got the car, chicks, confidence and cash. So who doesnt want to be james bond..I know I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, my name isnt James bond. Its Joshua Nuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont drive an Aston Martin DBS V-12..I drive a Perodua kelisa or Proton waja, both of which belongs to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a well chiseled body(working on that ahaha), nor do i lay every single girl i meet.(mum would kill me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all, i dont have the cash to splash around chasing villians all over the world using private jets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lucky for u guys,  i took the trouble to actually find out how much does it cost to be James Bond so that u wannabes can get as close as possible to the real thing. Im gonna use the latest bond movie as  reference, Quantum of Solace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car always defines James Bond best. In this case, its the Aston Martin DBS V-12. If u wanna be like James bond, u gotta have the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShGB-2qtIiI/AAAAAAAABEQ/14YM6Y3TFhk/s1600-h/Cronus11180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShGB-2qtIiI/AAAAAAAABEQ/14YM6Y3TFhk/s320/Cronus11180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337189950237254178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, with this car, you'll never need to find parking when goin clubbing. Coz u just park it right there in front of the entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0-60mph in 4.2 seconds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192kmph top speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bet it sounds really sexy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs:  160,000 pounds...my math sucks, but i know its nearly 3/4 of a million ringgits..not considering the import tax @@( which would probably make the car well over a million..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing to have is considerably cheaper. A pair of aviators from Tom Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShGts9gaBqI/AAAAAAAABEY/KcvlEY75xyA/s1600-h/james-bond-tf108-sunglasses-by-tom-ford-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShGts9gaBqI/AAAAAAAABEY/KcvlEY75xyA/s320/james-bond-tf108-sunglasses-by-tom-ford-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337238021347083938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what James Bond uses when he wanna act cool.  You would look cool in it too. Especially if u wear it driving the DBS V-12 in the busy streets of KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs: USD $350 which totals to roughly rm 1000 la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The watch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShGvwu10H7I/AAAAAAAABEg/HBCMPUA0xts/s1600-h/PR_official_JB-Collector-Piece_SE05_high800x768crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShGvwu10H7I/AAAAAAAABEg/HBCMPUA0xts/s320/PR_official_JB-Collector-Piece_SE05_high800x768crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337240285153075122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The omega seamaster professional. If you have this, you are a real man. Because James Bond is a real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It costs: USD $3800....more than rm 10k lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finish it off, u gotta have the suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShGxlPrfapI/AAAAAAAABEo/E0pdtgg3Jp8/s1600-h/jamesbondtuxedo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShGxlPrfapI/AAAAAAAABEo/E0pdtgg3Jp8/s320/jamesbondtuxedo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337242286832970386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His trademark suit is also by Tom Ford and i have no idea how much it costs. Probably a lot.U wear this you straight away become macho. Like super macho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, all you have to do is save rm 1.5 million and go shopping. Then you get to be james Bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 years time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe 15..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*james bond theme starts playing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-1920620605783247994?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1920620605783247994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1920620605783247994&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1920620605783247994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1920620605783247994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/james-bond.html' title='James Bond.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShGB-2qtIiI/AAAAAAAABEQ/14YM6Y3TFhk/s72-c/Cronus11180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7778795864139561711</id><published>2009-05-15T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:49:57.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a short one</title><content type='html'>Ok, i actually wanted to hold this for a proper update..but i just cant stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out today to bintang plaza to watch star trek with the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And noticed a new wave of ah lian fashion invading this tiny town of miri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls wearing short shorts, baby t's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and boots........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boots when miri is suffering from drought and heat wave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this kinda boot is the tinggi tinggi one (cover the shin), some of them with fur even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siberia?  Norway? Antarctica?Arkhangelsk?Kursk??? I would understand if i saw it in these places..But this is Malaysia. Dead on the equator. And its FREAKING HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody shoot me or gauge out my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7778795864139561711?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7778795864139561711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7778795864139561711&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7778795864139561711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7778795864139561711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-short-one.html' title='just a short one'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7904565405523776312</id><published>2009-05-12T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:22:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aku dan Kamu</title><content type='html'>"Jangan ditunggu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasti takkan berlaku..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau ku cintakan mu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biar disimpan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adakan sempadan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku dan juga dirimu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Flop Poppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7904565405523776312?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7904565405523776312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7904565405523776312&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7904565405523776312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7904565405523776312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/aku-dan-kamu.html' title='Aku dan Kamu'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-5108427277543884631</id><published>2009-05-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T01:24:07.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Repent</title><content type='html'>I hereby announce that Joshua Nuing is going on a sabbatical for a period of month whereby i shall be abstaining from alcohol and other unhealthy pleasures..hrmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a result of extreme guilt coz i was wasted so badly on saturday night after deadly double combo of Senzo and Mojo. ( shall not openly publish the details haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say is that it involved vodka and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and puking too..@@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for one month, from 13/5 to 13/6, i will be a monk. Meditating on the beaches of miri finding my inner peace and reflecting on my wrongdoings tsk tsk. Purifying my body via good diet and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall not:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drink alcohol&lt;br /&gt;2. Binge on fast food&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat excessively&lt;br /&gt;4.Objectify women by judging if they are hot or not.&lt;br /&gt;5. talk about lewd stuffs wif friends. (mostly related to point 4..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think 1,2,4 and 5 are rather difficult...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i will try my best...ahahahaha..right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-5108427277543884631?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5108427277543884631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=5108427277543884631&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5108427277543884631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5108427277543884631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/repent.html' title='Repent'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6343683193142953414</id><published>2009-05-06T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T15:04:46.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Macho dude on super fast sportsbike.</title><content type='html'>I cant believe the amount of junk i have in my laptop. I still keep files from 4 years ago wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cb71f070ff161b75" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb71f070ff161b75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330146840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43BB347EB7A60CFEB0B8B3CE8CD5608415C42B5D.286DD1D776EB57A073821062707D5C60DE526D18%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb71f070ff161b75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMbPs3anL3-pXEU14GBYZvensbZ8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcb71f070ff161b75%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330146840%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43BB347EB7A60CFEB0B8B3CE8CD5608415C42B5D.286DD1D776EB57A073821062707D5C60DE526D18%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcb71f070ff161b75%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMbPs3anL3-pXEU14GBYZvensbZ8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hav no comments, i understand. Coz i was speechless myself when i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian, this will probably make u more stressed rather than being entertained haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will do a proper update soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6343683193142953414?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cb71f070ff161b75&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6343683193142953414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6343683193142953414&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6343683193142953414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6343683193142953414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/bear-on-small-motorbike.html' title='Macho dude on super fast sportsbike.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-2718773757488785902</id><published>2009-05-03T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:37:43.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ josh?</title><content type='html'>Ive been having this stupid idea for quite some time now. I don't know if its just a phase, or is it true passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be a part time DJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your cue to laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT LAUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when  Jon ( ahaha i promo u) started sharing some cool house and electro music Especially the collection from Ministry of Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a universal listener, im attracted to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; kind of music that i find appealing. House music is one of them. Ive been listening to the addicted to bass collection by MOS which has some amazing beats by Rudenko,Agent X, Ida Corr and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this new found love has lead me to this particular machine, widely used in Laptop-based DJ-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sf1sUdb7oFI/AAAAAAAABD4/7QHeIEhYI_g/s1600-h/torq_xponent.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sf1sUdb7oFI/AAAAAAAABD4/7QHeIEhYI_g/s320/torq_xponent.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331536632631500882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source:  Digitek Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the Torq Xponent by M-Audio, supposedly user friendly with all the functions of an analog turntable such as beat matching, cue-ing etc. Im still in the process of learning the various terminolgy DJ's use so it does get abit confusing @@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just plug it in to a laptop and you're set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I already have a laptop full of eletronic music, so if i have the xponent, i could really start DJ-ing. Like immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get free drinks, clubbing+getting paid for it, meeting all the hot chicks, watchin ppl enjoy themselves and the list goes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i probably could get friends on the VIP guest list too. That means no waiting in line for u guys, no cover charge, and no need to share spaces with commoners ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too many perks associated with a DJ's life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sf1ulgygp1I/AAAAAAAABEA/3srLrVba330/s1600-h/torq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sf1ulgygp1I/AAAAAAAABEA/3srLrVba330/s320/torq.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331539124612540242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;source: Digitek Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screenshot of the xponents software. Looks complicated aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously i think ive outstretched myself this time..how to be a martial artist+ Triathlete+Motorbike adventurer+Medical Researcher and a DJ at the same time?? @@!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And plus i need $$ too. Torq xponent itself costs more than rm 2k and a pair of good headphones from Bose or Seinheisser would probably cost another rm500-1000. Plus i hav to look for ppl willing to try out a DJ with NO PREVIOUS EXPERIENCE, with absolitely no credentials in the clubbing scene ( UnLess u count 2 times to Ministry of Sound as experience, plus a not-too-shabby knowledge of alcohol :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its rather unlikely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-2718773757488785902?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2718773757488785902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=2718773757488785902&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2718773757488785902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2718773757488785902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/05/dj-josh.html' title='DJ josh?'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sf1sUdb7oFI/AAAAAAAABD4/7QHeIEhYI_g/s72-c/torq_xponent.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-141488862119449096</id><published>2009-04-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T06:52:00.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undilah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sfm2hmGRGcI/AAAAAAAABDg/TxP3WHx_-eU/s1600-h/DSCF0020+copy+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sfm2hmGRGcI/AAAAAAAABDg/TxP3WHx_-eU/s320/DSCF0020+copy+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330492322248464834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PENCALONAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahli Dewan Undangan Negeri bagi kawasan : PUJUT N17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSHUA BAKIR ANAK NUING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMUR: 20 tahun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEKERJAAN: TIADA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALON BEBAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANIFESTO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saya berjanji sebagai seorang YB akan menyediakan lebih banyak tempat selamat untuk berdating, memandang kan banyak kes ragut di Miri City Fan dan juga Bulatan Park. Orang ramai juga takut berdating di kawasan pantai pada waktu malam sebab berhantu. Oleh itu, sebagai YB, saya akan menjemput TAPS dari US untuk menghalau hantu tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jika dilantik sebagai YB, saya berjanji akan menyediakan lebih banyak kemudahan Kelab Malam untuk penduduk2 Miri. Kelab Malam ini akan dilaksanakan seperti di Selangor dan Kuala Lumpur misalnya seperti Quatro ataupun Ministry of Sound by Euphoria. Sebagai YB saya juga berjanji menurunkan cover charge sebayak 45%. Waktu pembukaan kelab juga dipanjangkan ke pukul 5 pagi.( pukul 7 pagi bagi hari jumaat dan sabtu)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga berjanji untuk menurunkan Had umur bagi clubbing ke 16 tahun bagi perempuan dan 17 tahun bagi lelaki. Ini adalah untuk memberi galakan kepada generasi muda untuk melakukan aktiviti sihat seperti menari. Walaubagaimapun merokok di kelab malam tersebut adalh dilarang sama sekali sebab saya tidak suka bau rokok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai galakan ekonomi kepada pengimport alkohol, saya sebagai YB berjanji akan memansuhkan cukai import alkohol terutamanya bagi Wiski, Vodka, Tequila, Gin dan lain lain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larangan import bagi minuman yang mempunyai 70% alkohol(seperti Apsin) juga akan dimansuhkan. Bukan sahaja ini dapat mengalakan ekonomi, tapi ia juga dapat mengalakan aktiviti sihat seperti bersuka-ria dan mengerat lagi silaturahim antara kaum kaum yang berbeza di Miri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya juga berjanji untuk menambahkan geran kerajaan kepada sekolah SMK St Columba dan juga SRK St Columba sebab itu adalah sekolah lama saya. Saya akan mengambil wang tambahan yang sepatutnya disalurkan kepada S.M.K Chung Hua sebab dulu sekolah itu bermusuh dengan sekolah kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai YB, saya akan bekerja keras untuk memperkenalkan undang undang yang melarangkan generasi muda memakai baju secara fesyen LALA sebab ini adalah tidak sihat dan juga amat menjengkelkan. Lelaki yang mempunyai rambut spiky yang lebih tinggi dari 12 cm akan dibotakan, terutamanya yang mencelup rambut warna oren, kuning dan sebagainya. Perempuan yang mengunakkan stokin tinggi dan berbelang akan dikenakan saman. rm 300 untuk stokin sama warna, dan rm1000 untuk yang memakai stokin berwarna campur aduk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhir sekali, Penduduk brunei akan dikenakan 4 kali ganda harga parking kereta. Dan untuk yang double parking, kereta akan ditunda dan dikenakan kompaun sebanyak rm 1000, penjara 2 tahun, atau kedua-duanya sekali serta dilarang memasuki Miri untuk tempoh 4 tahun.Ini adalah supaya memberi keutamaan bagi penduduk tempatan untuk membeli belah dengan senangnya terutamanya di Bintang Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saya, Joshua Bakir Nuing, jika dilantik sebagai YB berjanji akan melaksanakan manifesto saya dengan amanah, cekap dan bertanggungjawab. Undilah untuk kemajuan. Undilah Joshua Bakir Nuing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SfnDL-q5iZI/AAAAAAAABDo/VaYNi7sOQD0/s1600-h/blogpost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SfnDL-q5iZI/AAAAAAAABDo/VaYNi7sOQD0/s320/blogpost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330506244538599826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SfnDbFrPwDI/AAAAAAAABDw/8umTmlaR-kI/s1600-h/blogpost.jpg+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SfnDbFrPwDI/AAAAAAAABDw/8umTmlaR-kI/s320/blogpost.jpg+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330506504117141554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIIMBOL: ROKET BERENJIN DUA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ps. This is my first BM post..do forgive the horrid grammar. I havent written in BM since form 5. And also forgive the wu liao ness of this post...too bored at home -__-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuffnang_bid = "f15ea12706b10186b7d89542fbaf4d60";&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-141488862119449096?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/141488862119449096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=141488862119449096&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/141488862119449096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/141488862119449096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/undilah.html' title='Undilah.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sfm2hmGRGcI/AAAAAAAABDg/TxP3WHx_-eU/s72-c/DSCF0020+copy+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-189791952365647579</id><published>2009-04-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:57:45.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweating it out.</title><content type='html'>Holidays are always so boring. U enjoy the first few days..then after that you start to feel restless. All the lose ends from INTI are slowly starting to tie up. My passport( which i thought was accidently thrown away whilst room clearing) was found in my USJ apartment by my bro. IELTs is comming to Miri, so i dont have to fly to Kuching or KL. The only thing left between me and Adelaide are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i check the student portal, i lose 10 years of my life coz of the tension. Bloody thing takes 10 seconds to load, only to see the words : RESULTS FOR THIS SEMESTER ARE NOT AVAILABLE. PLEASE CHECK AT A LATER DATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ive been keeping myself busy. To prevent my brain from rusting, I decided to help vivian with her case studies, which is proving to be a real bitch. Case B lah..confusing @@"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been also trying to shed some more weight and get my muscles more defined..Inspired by crossfit training, ive decided to give my workouts names as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica--&gt; 150 skip ropes-fast n light, 15 push ups, 30 crunches, 10 military press. repeat 4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, names are totally random. I guess the sexier the name, the harder the workout haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again some workouts are inspired by larger-than-life individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoyt(google this) : jog 4km, swim 1-2km. if i got a bicycle, id cycle from Bintang plaza back to my house in pujut 7.( which i guess is about 5 kms give or take.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, i havent actually done that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do a proper update soon as requested by a certain someone. Till then, cya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-189791952365647579?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/189791952365647579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=189791952365647579&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/189791952365647579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/189791952365647579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweating-it-out.html' title='Sweating it out.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6016707209327580954</id><published>2009-04-22T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T08:02:44.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KK trip</title><content type='html'>Its my second day back in miri..and the holiday blues are here. Ive been going to the gym, eating alot, gym, eating alot, gym and eating alot. Did i mention eating alot? Yeah well, one more for good measure. Ive been eating alot. So much for my ambitious 10kg in a month plan :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But theres one thing which i look forward to doing sometime in june..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing the mother-bitch of all mountains in malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Se8qJ7cTasI/AAAAAAAABC4/m-mkQFP7p58/s1600-h/Mount-Kinabalu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Se8qJ7cTasI/AAAAAAAABC4/m-mkQFP7p58/s320/Mount-Kinabalu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523234266180290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh yes, me and my bastard fren of 9 years &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;avery wee chee sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gonna climb Mount Kinabalu..(still in the planning phase la)..rach, u sure u don wanna come?? ure missin outtt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Se8q1qNs2oI/AAAAAAAABDA/twyIUw6TfjI/s1600-h/mount-kinabalu-880004401-ga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Se8q1qNs2oI/AAAAAAAABDA/twyIUw6TfjI/s320/mount-kinabalu-880004401-ga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327523985555774082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks impressive eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only 4++km vertical height from base to peak, but the trail itself stretches for about 8kms. Ive been there when i was a 95kg 14 yr old, and managed to make it to laban rata at km 6. So i figured now, after living on the 4th floor of INTI hostel Block L for 1 and a half years, id be much more ready to take on the mountain. If we do go this time, ill make sure i summit the damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Se8xD_-uprI/AAAAAAAABDQ/U9AtXjKu9VA/s1600-h/20051117_Mt+Kinabalu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Se8xD_-uprI/AAAAAAAABDQ/U9AtXjKu9VA/s320/20051117_Mt+Kinabalu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327530828986492594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;missed this part the last time i tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery, to answer ur ques, the climb package is about rm800++ per person. Plus the stay in a kk hotel and whatever activities we wanna do i think its gonna cost rm1400 including airfare to and fro miri...the booze i can sponsor la. U better start stealing from ur mum or sister's purse now. Or if not u can sell urself behind sin liang or pasar ikan miri..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Se8uO1DcQpI/AAAAAAAABDI/KzjVuh0ryA0/s1600-h/P6210082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Se8uO1DcQpI/AAAAAAAABDI/KzjVuh0ryA0/s320/P6210082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327527716497146514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wee chee sin 2005 mufti day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the asshole im supposed to be climbing with..actually now tht i think about it i am kinda worried. But im pretty sure there wont be any shortage of things to laugh at when ure around biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing tht if only 2 of us were to climb it would seem rather gay( Rach, this gives you even more reason to join us..balance the sexes abit), I officially extend my invitation to anyone who is available end of june/early july for about 3-4days. Just gimme a call and we'll work things out. Be prepared to fork out around Rm1400 around there la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, u havta be reasonably fit la..its not that hard but the last few kms are a real bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6016707209327580954?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6016707209327580954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6016707209327580954&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6016707209327580954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6016707209327580954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/kk-trip.html' title='KK trip'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Se8qJ7cTasI/AAAAAAAABC4/m-mkQFP7p58/s72-c/Mount-Kinabalu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-844873300037939556</id><published>2009-04-15T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:51:56.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And It's All Over.</title><content type='html'>Im done, BYE BYE INTI! One and a half years..finally done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im so freee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to readjust my body to normal life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days of extremely high tension&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not including the weeks before spent preparing for the finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Averaging of 4 hours sleep per day..thats because im a lazy student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And eating fired rice for virtually every meal..yucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck im so free now i don't even know what to do first...so many options!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i gym? Should i go clubbing? Go jalan jalan??Go KLIA to look at planes??Or maybe sleep..hahahaha..for the next 2 months, i will be elevated to the status of an immortal, enjoying the pleasures of life..well thts until my results come out la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll cross that bridge when i reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think for now ill rest, and try to fight off this annoying sore throat and mild fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz tomorrow or friday were gonna hit Euphoria, and ill have the responsibility of looking after first-timers Jay Yin and How Aik haha! Sporting! I like :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to lalaland where everything is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-844873300037939556?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/844873300037939556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=844873300037939556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/844873300037939556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/844873300037939556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-its-all-over.html' title='And It&apos;s All Over.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7311410875655398361</id><published>2009-04-14T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:38:01.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there..</title><content type='html'>Microbio went surprisingly well. My gamble paid off! Hardly any questions on proteobacteria came out hahahahaha! So i didnt waste my time cracking my head memorizing countless properties of those godforsaken creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a question similar to one which we did during the revision came out..thank God i paid attention when discussing the pathogenic properties of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Clostridium botulinum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now theres only genetics left, and i scored pretty well for the internals, so not so stressed compared to Micro and immuno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its off to Aaliyah or Ministry of Sound where me and Sid will carry out our deal that we must use our natural charms to pick up a girl and flirt(at least one) whilst clubbing/partying before we leave Inti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont think i should use phillip's line which he thought me many years ago in sunway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''baby did it hurt, when you fell down from heaven?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, in genetics and in clubbing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7311410875655398361?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7311410875655398361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7311410875655398361&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7311410875655398361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7311410875655398361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/almost-there.html' title='Almost there..'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-3017581229852750561</id><published>2009-04-11T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:45:14.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night monologues'/><title type='text'>Ramblings..</title><content type='html'>Regrets. My life is full of them. one mistake after the other,Faltered plans and wasted effort. Missed chances and failed dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when i wonder what is it that i have done in my previous life, that i am cursed like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to endure the pain of witnessing the success of others. To have my picture perfect outcome played out in front of my very eyes. Having to endure the pain of  thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;''I wish that were me''&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close, and yet so far. To see my dreams slip away, with merely a hint of its taste lingering in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have regrets in everything. Education, relationships, and life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I say it stops now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a place among the victors. To stand tall and proud of my achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have peace of mind, knowing that I did my best, leaving no room for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, I want to claim what is rightfully mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is success in everything i set out to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In education,in relationships and life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...I wonder if anyone can hear me&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/6728135431163605677-3017581229852750561?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3017581229852750561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=3017581229852750561&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3017581229852750561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3017581229852750561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings..'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8548605145787167602</id><published>2009-04-10T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T07:47:00.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL EXAM</title><content type='html'>I tak sudi see my blog karat like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i just cincai right something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Give u my exam time table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Immunology(IMM201) 8am-10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Microbiology(MIC201) 8am-10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Genetics 2(GEN202) 8am-10am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday 10am onwards till mid july: FREEDOM( Call me if u guys r in miri/kuching. Or in KL Mid may/early June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck , pray for me. Don't care what religion u belive in or who u pray to la..Jesus, Yahweh, Allah, Buddha,Kuan Yin, Ja , Lord Rama, Ganesha, Vahiguru etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee chee sin, recruit more ppl for our mount kinabalu climb. Last one to the top is gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-8548605145787167602?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8548605145787167602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8548605145787167602&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8548605145787167602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8548605145787167602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/final-exam.html' title='FINAL EXAM'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6995791866260179068</id><published>2009-04-04T04:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T04:40:02.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adelaide</title><content type='html'>Recieved an important E-mail 2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SddF-5_1X9I/AAAAAAAABBk/MXzQbRH05-Q/s1600-h/offer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SddF-5_1X9I/AAAAAAAABBk/MXzQbRH05-Q/s320/offer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320798431784296402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conditional offer to my first choice uni, for my first choice course, with full credit transfer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SddGPgRT3aI/AAAAAAAABBs/JyTmdIfbolA/s1600-h/offer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SddGPgRT3aI/AAAAAAAABBs/JyTmdIfbolA/s320/offer2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320798716936052130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Half leg in the water dy"-Annonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wish me luck for my finals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6995791866260179068?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6995791866260179068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6995791866260179068&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6995791866260179068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6995791866260179068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/adelaide.html' title='Adelaide'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SddF-5_1X9I/AAAAAAAABBk/MXzQbRH05-Q/s72-c/offer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6857680843035827534</id><published>2009-04-03T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T13:03:43.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story so far..</title><content type='html'>This is probably going to be my last post until after my finals are done. I really had to korek my brain to figure out what to blog about..so i decided to blog about myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my story.So far la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZMByandVI/AAAAAAAAA-0/R0tiWD7HPRo/s1600-h/c%26h10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZMByandVI/AAAAAAAAA-0/R0tiWD7HPRo/s320/c%26h10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523603381810514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to this world early in the morning on the 19th of October 1988. For some reason Dad didn't handle the delivery. Maybe sien already la..im the 4th one after all haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZLZt_e3KI/AAAAAAAAA-s/XagyYSbsZ0k/s1600-h/gu11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZLZt_e3KI/AAAAAAAAA-s/XagyYSbsZ0k/s320/gu11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320522914999491746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to smile much more whilst taking photos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZNevWLxOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/SCuO4WGKFFc/s1600-h/gu10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZNevWLxOI/AAAAAAAAA-8/SCuO4WGKFFc/s320/gu10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320525200285746402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quickly baptized into the Anglican faith at St.Columba's church..cant remember the name of that priest, but thats my fashionable mum in the colourful outfit haha. Hey, its 1988 ok.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZO1hfkBaI/AAAAAAAAA_E/e74X-O0vIZY/s1600-h/gu12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZO1hfkBaI/AAAAAAAAA_E/e74X-O0vIZY/s320/gu12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320526691215607202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Patrick and Liza, my 2 elder siblings. I seriously can't recall much from the early days. The earliest concious memory of my childhood only stretches back as far as kindy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZQAwCaRyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/QTQ5aXZIb4Q/s1600-h/gu14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZQAwCaRyI/AAAAAAAAA_M/QTQ5aXZIb4Q/s320/gu14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320527983610054434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with four siblings was quite an experience, there was never a quiet day. And us boys would either be busy playing or fighting. Either way there was always someone who ended up crying. Strangely enough, i remember patrick having frequent nosebleeds whenever there was the usual ruckuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZRJN28obI/AAAAAAAAA_U/CQHz9oHIrhI/s1600-h/gu15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZRJN28obI/AAAAAAAAA_U/CQHz9oHIrhI/s320/gu15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320529228565619122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i remember those trips we would make to our kampung in Balingian. When i was a toddler, i didnt really mind. As i grew up, i hated going back. Now, as a 20 year old..i have mixed feelings. On one hand, I can never get used to life where theres only 6-9hours of electricity, no fridge, no tv. Power cut at 9-10pm(meaning sleeptime is 9-10pm). Then again, this is my home and my people. So i usually go without making too much fuss nowadays.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZSfpNo7vI/AAAAAAAAA_c/snzW99PdQao/s1600-h/gu17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZSfpNo7vI/AAAAAAAAA_c/snzW99PdQao/s320/gu17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320530713377304306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd normally spend my time fooling around the longhouse..or go swimming in the pond with my uncle..the same pond where they slaughter pigs/cows,pee and take dumps. Hahah! I remember comming back from kampung with all kinds of wierd skin diseases and rashes..KURAP! No wonder i never get sick nowadays, cause my immune system was tortured so badly when i was young.So now its like super strong and immune to all strains of microbes and pathogens.( which can be found in that pond...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZYl7M7fiI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ycokgBDBsyQ/s1600-h/gu19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZYl7M7fiI/AAAAAAAAA_k/ycokgBDBsyQ/s320/gu19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320537418355146274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an adorable baby, I grew up to be a rather annoying toddler. I had this bad habit of blowing candles during other peoples birthdays. I also threw frequent tantrums. Mum was more tolerant, but i remember dad keeping me in the storeroom when i went overboard.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZaO5toAjI/AAAAAAAAA_s/AdTWMnwkPPE/s1600-h/gu31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZaO5toAjI/AAAAAAAAA_s/AdTWMnwkPPE/s320/gu31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320539221841674802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things they make kids do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After kindy, i was sent to S.R.B St. Columba, where i stayed until primary 2. Mid year through 1996, dad was posted to London for 2 years, and so the family followed.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZbtk1qByI/AAAAAAAAA_0/rhXht-hQFF0/s1600-h/gu34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZbtk1qByI/AAAAAAAAA_0/rhXht-hQFF0/s320/gu34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320540848325789474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first few months, we were holed up in a hotel on Regent street, central London. Paradise for a 8year old. No school, no worries. But it got boring after a while. And i remember getting so sick of the hotel breakfast. Then once in a while we'd go school hunting, or house hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZcpm2CH8I/AAAAAAAAA_8/WHTm9GBOJSc/s1600-h/gu37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZcpm2CH8I/AAAAAAAAA_8/WHTm9GBOJSc/s320/gu37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320541879656390594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after months living in a pretty decent hotel, we moved to this place in north west london. 106 Golders Green. Golders Green had a largely jewish population,and this was my first encounter with them.To tell you the truth, I found them rather strange.Im talking about the really conservative ones...those tht wouldnt mix with you or absolutely refuse to do anything on the sabbath day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZd_UfOE8I/AAAAAAAABAE/BBzJaNTGUGg/s1600-h/gu38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZd_UfOE8I/AAAAAAAABAE/BBzJaNTGUGg/s320/gu38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320543352197616578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All decked out for work! Me and Pat enrolled in Hendon Prepatory School for Boys and Girls, aka Hendon Prep. Nick went to Millhill School, and Dad worked at the main Shell headquaters in central London somewhere near Waterloo tube station i think.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZfSg8yynI/AAAAAAAABAM/KDKG9M0lCBU/s1600-h/travel13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZfSg8yynI/AAAAAAAABAM/KDKG9M0lCBU/s320/travel13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320544781472025202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy family: Winter 96. First encounter with snow, me and pat damn sakai. I was screaming like mad and had to be restrained by both of my kakaks. Imagine 2 helpers trying to bundle up this hyper kid in as much winter clothing as possible before releasing him outside like a rabbid dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZg7JVs_fI/AAAAAAAABAU/9vl4Gjxenww/s1600-h/travel17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZg7JVs_fI/AAAAAAAABAU/9vl4Gjxenww/s320/travel17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320546579020316146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our fair bit of travelling around europe and went to places like Amsterdam, Paris,  etc etc. We also did plenty of travelling in the UK itself, going to places like Scotland, Manchester,Liverpool, and Blackpool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZiecfTEXI/AAAAAAAABAc/gUBS7TdgbVA/s1600-h/travel33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZiecfTEXI/AAAAAAAABAc/gUBS7TdgbVA/s320/travel33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320548284967883122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the beautiful scenery in Ireland. It really does look like Hobbiton or Rivendell..Probably where JRR Tolkien got his ideas from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easily the happiest years of my life so far, but it was short lived. 1998, Dad was due to return to Malaysia. My fairy tale came to an end. I said goodbye to my friends in hendon prep, and we wouldnt make contact again right till 2008, when i found 4 of them on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZkiRaHXYI/AAAAAAAABAk/3PuZBW9pd_k/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZkiRaHXYI/AAAAAAAABAk/3PuZBW9pd_k/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320550549736086914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spot me and i'll give you 5 bucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was thrown right back into the malaysian public education system, which was in sharp contrast with the elite private school in which i was enrolled for 2 years . I was put in a class of 40, when in the UK there was only 10 of us to a class. The teachers here actually walked out on us whenever they were pissed, when this is unheard off over there. Some were also rather sadistic and peanut-brained.(and horny too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt rather out of place, and my BM was attrocious. I had hardly spoken the language in 2 years, and now whole lessons were conducted in BM. I was lost. I remember going for intensive BM tuition as well as plenty of story book reading to re-familiarize myself with the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhh theres still lots to tell and im getting sleepy, so ill stop here for now. Will continue the other half tomorrow :D or after exam..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6857680843035827534?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6857680843035827534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6857680843035827534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6857680843035827534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6857680843035827534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-so-far.html' title='The story so far..'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SdZMByandVI/AAAAAAAAA-0/R0tiWD7HPRo/s72-c/c%26h10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-786663677353942653</id><published>2009-04-01T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:50:10.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To whom it may concern.</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to let you now how much you inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To describe your strength and spirit in mere words is impossible. You truly are a woman of indespensible courage.You grew up in a broken family, your dad left. Your mother is sick, and you take care of all the younger ones. Your fragile family is plaqued with troubles, and yet you are calm. You consistently do well in school, you work hard.You have good intentions, yet they are misinterpreted. At the end of the day you are despised, misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing your feelings with me. Your story makes my life problems look like peanuts. Whatever storms you may encounter, i hope that you will face it with your typical enthusiasm and energy which you bring to class. Though i know ull never read this, i just wanted to say how grateful i am to have a friend like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not name names, because i dont think your story is ready to be told. I can't do much to help you, but I will always be more than willing to hear your story and offer what little advice i am capable of giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never give up hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s; its okay to cry in front of me, Theres no need to put up a strong front all the time. You've already done more than your fair share =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-786663677353942653?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/786663677353942653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=786663677353942653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/786663677353942653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/786663677353942653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To whom it may concern.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-4393711632593709941</id><published>2009-03-28T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:45:08.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness of the early morning.</title><content type='html'>1.23 am, good time to blog. Especially when i'm trying to finish my Immuno presentation preparation (which is on monday...shit.) Theres at least 10 windows open devoted to my stupid topic, X-Linked Agammaglobulinemia. Its okay, I couldnt pronounce it the first time either. Thank god my new laptop has enough juice to open so many stuffs at one go. My previous laptop would hav had a heart attack if i tried running Itunes,words 03 and messenger live at the same time . 256mb RAM only mah wad to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i am, with a whole pile of stuff to complete, blogging. What to write about leh? Just random stuff lar. Whatever thats on my mind. Hrmm. Im seriously thinking of shaving my head, i dunno why. Ive had tht thought for months now. Almost everyone reacted negatively, well 99% of girls did. So i guess its a no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had a sudden urge to puff cigarettes..wtf. Must be because tht damn china dude keeps smoking in the hostel toilet, and im getting hooked to the smell =.=  But before u say anything, Im NOT gonna start smoking no thank you. What ive learned would be enough to scare the shit out of potential smokers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym has been lousy recently. Inconsistent training has weakened me, and now i can just dream about ever squatting 175lbs which i did during the sem break. heck i was struggling just to finish 10 minutes on the threadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night is going to be a rather sad night for me. It will be my last kickboxing session in INTI. And Im supposed to fight one on one with the instructor, full competition rules, 3 rounds,3minute/round.Ive sparred with him dozens of times, but this time its special. Im gonna give it my all because its the last time im gonna touch gloves with him in a long long time. maybe even the last time, period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to do justice to 4 semesters of learning the not-so subtle art of kickboxing from him, I have to put on a good show. No doubt all the other members will be watching as well. No giving up due to fatigue, or pain, or whatever. I have to last that 3 rounds. Im gonna have to remember all those hours of practising my jab and hooks. Low cuts, counter kicks, throws. Im not going to give him any chance, and i hope he wont show me mercy either :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently ive been watching plenty of sappy love movies..Half way through a bootleg copy of P.S. I love you after having watched Slumdog Millionaire 5 times. Im turning into a girl haiz..at least thats what my lab partner Yanie calls me anyway. To which i would reply "Yanie, do you want me to prove to you that im a guy? I can do that you know..its quite easy.."- add a lewd smile and some eyebrow movement- and she'll give you a look of pure disgust and say something like you deserve a tight slap HAHAHA! Yanie will always be Yanie. We made a pact that if we ended up in the same Uni, we'll continue to be labbies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days to the end, 21 days to finish INTI. Im not kidding when i say it felt like it was only yesterday when i entered this college. Well ive done my time, and its time for me to fly off to kangaroo land..provided i pass with 65 average tht is haha. The closer i get to the end, the more i think about how life over there is..I anticipate walking alot, shops closing early, plenty of chinese/vietnam/malaysian people, expensive chicken, cheap beef :) .....and Milk! Im also prepared for discrimination but i dont think its very severe in Adelaide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i wont miss abt INTI is the subtle discrimination face by non chinese speaking people. No, not by the admin but by the student population. The system is to be blamed la, when ure brought up learning in a particular language just like in UEC  schools, you tend to be less comfortable around people who dont speak the same way.So you choose not to hang out with them, or socialize with them, or talk cock with them, or go dinner/yamcha/whatever with them.&lt;br /&gt;getting treated with mild neglect, thats how i would put it. Thats why me need more ppl like former law minister Zaid Ibrahim who thinks the current 'national intergration' system is all cock.Thank god its only 3 weeks left. i would die if i had to stay here for another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me ive got nothing against chinese people, Im part chinese, and an affiliate of the INTI Chinese Cultural Society.I practise Sanda, the combative arm of Wushu.Id say 80% of my friends are chinese.My best buddies are chinese.Im slowly learning how to converse in mandarin and can swear in Cantonese(i wan to learn hokkien!). I check out chinese chicks too haha.Cute mah.Come to think about it, all the girls ive been interested in the past are chinese!or part chinese....WTF IBAN OUTSIDE CHINESE INSIDE kanena kanchibek niamahh. Sorry mum im going to marry a chinese girl and have many hybrid children all names starting with 'J'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a maths question for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I calculated that im 1/8 chinese 5/8 iban, 2/8 lain lain(kadazan etc etc.). If i marry a pure blooded chinese(1/1) and have children, how chinese would my children be?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u give me a plausible answer, ill give u chocolate. u wan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-____-" again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i go blabbing on i better stop here. I still have a lot to do for my presentation and i have to e-mail a draft to Ms Yap tomorrow morning. So till my next update, Cya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-4393711632593709941?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4393711632593709941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=4393711632593709941&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4393711632593709941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4393711632593709941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/randomness-of-early-morning.html' title='Randomness of the early morning.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-2907013005294897970</id><published>2009-03-27T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T04:44:19.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>In the midst of the tempest around me, i finally have some time to myself. My last few days in INTI is definitely going to be extremely challenging. For more than 2 weeks I have been in a continual high tension mode, being bombarded with tests, assignments, journal compilations, full length reports ,u name it i got it. My night has turned to day, and days, well they remain as days.Just more miserable. Slogging through lectures with 4 hours of sleep, and then dragging myself to the library to complete that last miserable journal/report/assignment. Only coming back at 8pm, rest, start again at 10pm right till 4am in the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          It really has sapped my strength, and my temper has frayed at times.And the bags underneath my eyes seem to become a permanent feature of my face. To make things worst, my laptop had just been fried by a lightning strike..with all my immunology presentation data inside. By some miracle the hard disk was intact and i managed to extract the critical files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          The upside is that i got a brand new baby :D. A real monster, 4GB ram, 250GB HD, ATI Radeon HD3470, dual core processor 2.o GHz. I shall take my sweet time examining every inch of my darling after my finals are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I still have an Immuno presentation on monday, Immuno journals and report on tuesday, Microbio assignment due on wednesday, and a Genetics quiz on thursday. Then theres a one week grace period before the finals. The cycle is gonna start all over again. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if theres one thing i pledge to do once 3rd year begins in aussie, its definitely gotta be that im NOT going to do last minute work .&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-2907013005294897970?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2907013005294897970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=2907013005294897970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2907013005294897970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2907013005294897970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-2115560955671156188</id><published>2009-03-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:44:35.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she'/><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>You're just so much more beautiful when you smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-2115560955671156188?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2115560955671156188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2115560955671156188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-just-so-much-more-beautiful-when.html' title='....'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7146550187777667874</id><published>2009-03-18T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:52:19.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>It's as if all my facial muscles have gone kaput, and now my face is forever stuck in a glum look. For now anyways. Today we just had our second Immunology test, and immunology for me is a very very very VERY stressful subject. Its like eating vomit.&lt;br /&gt;I studied very hard for this test, i really did. My previous test only scored 50+ and i didnt want to make my life in the finals any harder so i didnt have a choice, i had to score in test 2. Well APPARENTLY there was a misunderstanding in the topics covered for the test.&lt;br /&gt;I was told that test 2 covered The Compliment System, MHC, Tcell development, B cell development maturation and differentiation as well as Cell Mediated Cytotoxicity. I made sure i knew those 5 topics like the back of my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still recite off hand how the classical pathway in the compliment system works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;C1q recognizes Antigen-antigen bound antibody, autocatalytically activates C1r which in turn activates another C1r. Both C1r act to activate C1s which cleaves C4 to C4b and C4a, as well as C2 to C2a and C2b. C4b will bind near the Antigen bound antibody, and C2a will bind to C4b to form the C4b2a complex which has C3 convertase activity. C4b2a cleaves C3 to C3a and C3b. C3b binds with C4b2a to form C4b2a3b which has C5 convertase activity. C5 convertase cleaves C5 to C5b and C5a. C5b will form complexes with C6, C7, C8 and poly-C9 to form the membrane attack complex.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear its like reading a mantra...Sit cross legged, palms together with eyes closed whilst chanting this and many other mechanisms in a monotonous droning voice. This is what i did in my room for a few nights straight.All wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing which pisses me off, is the fact that something which wasnt supposed to be in the test, came out for the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden i see questions asking about the type of cytokines which T cells secrete, asking how to explain the mechanism..highlighting which cytokine acts a regulator for the other cytokine..how they interact with one another..WTF!and also questions asking which molecule is responsible for stalling T cell maturation etc etc..SO MANY T CELLS QUESTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt answer any of em. Trying to make a wild guess is like winning the lottery. So many different kinds of cytokines, hormones etc ..you have the interleukins (IL1,2,3,.....) then the Interferons(IFN), and the other shits . Probably hundreds of them. I counted at least 23 marks out of 100 lost for sure(blank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so stressed out in the test that my eyelids started twitching and kept ruffling my hair till they started falling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed, angry FUCK! Stupid son of a bitch. Whats the fucking use eh? And now Inti starting to increase the weightage of internal marks for the final grade oh-fucking JOY! I swear i could kill someone right now..The main door of the toilet near the library was my first victim. It was half jammed. I yanked it...abit too roughly. something cracked.and now the door wont close cause it nearly came off its hinges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really not in the mood to do anything else. I got a major headache from the lack of sleep for the past few days and feeling like shit coz i havnt been exercising and eating like crap. Those damn africans on 3rd floor better not be making noise today coz im not in the tolerating mood for their shit. That goes for the 3rd floor chinese guys as well if i hear a single Dota,Kanchibek, kanena, Niamah etc etc being shouted. 3rd floor ppl better watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7146550187777667874?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7146550187777667874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7146550187777667874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7146550187777667874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7146550187777667874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7760490477248460606</id><published>2009-03-14T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:29:07.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle of Stalingrad</title><content type='html'>WARNING: This a blog post on a historical topic, and most readers would probably find it boring. I have taken the initative to simplify it as best as i can without doing injustice to history and hopefully readers can take something away by reading this post :)&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&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days ago, i started re-reading a book which i had bought when i was still completing my A-levels. The best rm38.50 i had ever spent on a book, ive read this baby at least 4 times already.The title of this book is "Stalingrad" by Antony Beevor and it tells the story of the battle of stalingrad (duh!) which took place from July of 1942 right till February of 1943, in Stalingrad(duh again!) which is now known as Volvograd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sbvf3HUc17I/AAAAAAAAA50/b0CXK229Cfc/s1600-h/blog9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313086323364255666" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sbvf3HUc17I/AAAAAAAAA50/b0CXK229Cfc/s320/blog9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book starts with the events way before the actual battle itself. The narration begins with the description of Operation Barbarossa- the Invasion of the Soviet Union by Nazi Germany. For those of you that are not familiar with World War 2 history, Germany and Russia were allies until Hitler decided that the resources in Russia was too great of an attraction to pass.So Hitler carried out one of the biggest backstabs (more like a back hack/slash/massacre)in history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22 June 1941, roughly 4.5 million Axis soldiers along the Germany-Russia border,covering an area of roughly 2900km(thats like going from miri to kuching 4 times) began their assault on the Soviet Union.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvgXSEitLI/AAAAAAAAA58/Wk1IKB7W270/s1600-h/blog10.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313086876006134962" style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvgXSEitLI/AAAAAAAAA58/Wk1IKB7W270/s320/blog10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German troops pouring into Russia from nazi Germany in 3 groups. Army group north, Army group center and Army group south. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvhiRcwyCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/adsNraHxv38/s1600-h/blog11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313088164329474082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvhiRcwyCI/AAAAAAAAA6E/adsNraHxv38/s320/blog11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attack was brutal and swift, russian soldiers were ill prepared, outgunned and technologically inferior to the German army(In the begining lah..later on the russians created the T-36 , which was one of the most advanced and feared tank on the battlefield.). German tank formations, known as Panzer regiments,along with the German airforce(Luftwaffe) and the German ground forces( Wermacht, Waffen SS etc etc) carried out their infamous Blitzkrieg maneuvers, ripping the Soviet Union at an incredible rate, overunning vast amounts of area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvmLsBfZBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/jWfnHp8jFEo/s1600-h/blog14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313093273883993106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvmLsBfZBI/AAAAAAAAA6c/jWfnHp8jFEo/s320/blog14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scenes like these were pretty common throughout the front, summary executions of ideological enemies and ethinic cleansing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;The battle of stalingrad was one of the scenes of bloodiest fighting in the whole campaign. Stalingrad, an industrial city along the river volga was an important for a few reasons, namely due to its strategic importance as a supply route, as well as a critical area if Hitler were to continue his conquest of russia (The capture of stalingrad would allow for the strategic defense of the oil-rich caucasus region.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main Units involved:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nazi Germany = 6th Army, Commanded by General Freidrich Paulus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvfAKJ3u-I/AAAAAAAAA5s/FK4m7CkA_MM/s1600-h/blog8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313085379232381922" style="WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvfAKJ3u-I/AAAAAAAAA5s/FK4m7CkA_MM/s320/blog8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Friedrich Paulus( Promoted to Field Marshall prior to the defeat of the 6th Army)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S.S.R= 62nd Guards Army, Commanded by General Vasily Chuikov&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvdjIxRZkI/AAAAAAAAA5k/CVbWWUDCopU/s1600-h/blog7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313083781132936770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvdjIxRZkI/AAAAAAAAA5k/CVbWWUDCopU/s320/blog7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vasily Chuikov(centre)in his command centre, east bank of the Volga, Stalingrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the total amount of men, tanks, aircraft used were mind boggling. At the peak of the battle, both sides had in excess of &lt;strong&gt;1million &lt;/strong&gt;soldiers and thousands of tanks,aircraft and artillery pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can summarize the battle in one word. Savage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvX4WKFtVI/AAAAAAAAA4s/eHUhgrY2tic/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313077548434175314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvX4WKFtVI/AAAAAAAAA4s/eHUhgrY2tic/s320/blog1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvYf32UW-I/AAAAAAAAA48/c845Z2CBIDw/s1600-h/stalingrad_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313078227492953058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvYf32UW-I/AAAAAAAAA48/c845Z2CBIDw/s320/stalingrad_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sides had blatant disregard for human life, the Germans killed, the Soviets killed harder.All the while, civillians were still living inside the city. Daily bombing raids by stuka dive bombers, massive artillery bombardments, infantry advances, Panzer attacks. Repelled by waves of ill equiped russian soldiers, who were shot to death by their own officers if they retreated. The battle of stalingrad also saw some of the fiercest urban fighting in the history of warfare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvnBMnuJKI/AAAAAAAAA6k/WrlbyQ6eCak/s1600-h/blog15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313094193167344802" style="WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvnBMnuJKI/AAAAAAAAA6k/WrlbyQ6eCak/s320/blog15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvlhKZwv9I/AAAAAAAAA6U/6GBGqJlwJ8Q/s1600-h/blog13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313092543304482770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvlhKZwv9I/AAAAAAAAA6U/6GBGqJlwJ8Q/s320/blog13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvYLmWsG_I/AAAAAAAAA40/IhZgq2BgpGM/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313077879199505394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvYLmWsG_I/AAAAAAAAA40/IhZgq2BgpGM/s320/blog2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mamayev Kurgan, also known as 'Height 103.0', is a mound overlooking the city of Stalingrad. Due to strategic importance, it was vicously fought for. Almost &lt;strong&gt;90%&lt;/strong&gt; The Soviet 13th Guards rifle division numbering 10,000 men were lost. &lt;em&gt;10,000 men&lt;/em&gt;. The hill itself changed hands regularly, up to 6 times within 12 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvcynhKQCI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2gfzsAfDdKs/s1600-h/blog6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313082947573268514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvcynhKQCI/AAAAAAAAA5c/2gfzsAfDdKs/s320/blog6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heavy weapon detachment from Rodminstev's 13th Guards fighting on Mamayev Kurgan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvZNNDHfVI/AAAAAAAAA5E/YIZBcyseQHw/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313079006277893458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvZNNDHfVI/AAAAAAAAA5E/YIZBcyseQHw/s320/blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The russian defence of stalingrad was tenacious, and the advance of the German 6th Army came to a halt, with neither sides being victorious. The germans occupied the west side of the river volga, the russians were on the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvaBQHvQ-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/VWLetnQIvvY/s1600-h/blog4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313079900455781346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvaBQHvQ-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/VWLetnQIvvY/s320/blog4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the only way russians could reinforce the units on the western side of the Volga, by boat. The slow moving wooden flotillas were easy targets for the German air force, the &lt;em&gt;Luftwaffe&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The deadlock in Stalingrad was the begining of the end for the 6th Army.Russian Army units soon launched a 2 pronged assault (Operation Uranus) from the North, and South of Stalingrad to aid the ailing 62nd Army. The end result: Total encirclement of Stalingrad and the German 6th army in it. They were totally cut off from the outside world, no supplies except through air drops.The 6th Army was going to starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvbT2j6DZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Serq4NvOI_8/s1600-h/blog5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313081319523749266" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvbT2j6DZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/Serq4NvOI_8/s320/blog5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This map basically shows the 2 pronged russian attack(grey arrows), meeting at a town called Kalach, effectively forming a 500mile diameter encirclement around Stalingrad, Trapping the German 6th army in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both sides suffered untold horrors. Soldiers survived eating stale bread, wheat soup, some extremely thirsty even resorted to drinking sewage water, knowing very well the lethal effects of eating ice(which was in abundance during the cold russian winter). Germans which were desperate enough to collect air flown supply drops in broad daylight were easily shot by Russian snipers. Wounded men, some with no limbs, were left to die in the open. Most were shot mercifully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the encirclement of the 6th army, the soviets proceded by crushing the circle. They pushed all the way into the city of Stalingrad where the 6th army was holed up, and decimated the place. Field Marshall(was promoted to this rank just before the surrender) Friedrich Paulus, who was found in his headquaters in the basement of a grocery store, surrendered. The germans lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sbvnqzo3nkI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ttUvCRu-76A/s1600-h/blog16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313094908015779394" style="WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sbvnqzo3nkI/AAAAAAAAA6s/ttUvCRu-76A/s320/blog16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After almost one year of brutal fighting, the soldiers of Stalingrad embrace each other with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvjzjEV90I/AAAAAAAAA6M/ou-49FVAE6A/s1600-h/blog12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313090660139923266" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvjzjEV90I/AAAAAAAAA6M/ou-49FVAE6A/s320/blog12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Field Marshall Paulus, along with General Schmidt, being escorted to their holding area after being captured in stalingrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The result:Decisive German defeat. A few million men, women and children on both sides killed wounded or missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of the battle marked the begining of the decline of Germany's attempt to attack east. By 1944, the German army was in great decline. 1945, Berlin fell,Japan was bombed, World war II ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvqKJ2bDKI/AAAAAAAAA60/Rvh_pU1wwuo/s1600-h/blog17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313097645577407650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvqKJ2bDKI/AAAAAAAAA60/Rvh_pU1wwuo/s320/blog17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This battle played a vital role in history, like many other key events in world war II. If Stalingrad had fallen, the Germans most likely would have conquered the whole of Russia by the end of 1942 or early 1943. Having unlimited natural resources at their disposal, Hitler's Germany would have been unstoppable. His dream of creating a Nazi Empire, The Third Reich of a thousand years would undoubtledly have come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other words, If Chuikov and his 62nd Army along with the other detachments had not held Stalingrad long enough to ensure that Operation Uranus was a success, im pretty confident that we would all be speaking German and Japanese right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 6000 german soldiers from the battle of Stalingrad made it back to Germany after being released by Russia in the 1950's. 90% of the POW's died in Russian captivity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvsGxsWZRI/AAAAAAAAA68/67EurswHgqw/s1600-h/blog18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313099786576356626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbvsGxsWZRI/AAAAAAAAA68/67EurswHgqw/s320/blog18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Motherland Calls! memorial on top of Mamayev Kurgan ,where the 13th guards rifle division was wiped out. Nearby is also the tomb of Marshall Chuikov, Hero Of The Soviet Union for his leadership during the battle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-signing out-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6728135431163605677-7760490477248460606?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7760490477248460606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7760490477248460606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7760490477248460606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7760490477248460606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/battle-of-stalingrad.html' title='The Battle of Stalingrad'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sbvf3HUc17I/AAAAAAAAA50/b0CXK229Cfc/s72-c/blog9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1802522437106424843</id><published>2009-03-11T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:59:13.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>Im just.so.tired.</title><content type='html'>This weekend, im gonna drag my ass to sunway, buy myself a HUGE double western burger from Carl's junior, with a side order of onion rings, and maybe even chilli cheese fries.And some Mcflurry from McDs. I dont care. Ill burn it off by walking around pyramid looking for hot Petaling Jaya/Sunway/Subang Jaya chicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet? what diet. What u talking about..what, u want a slap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-1802522437106424843?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1802522437106424843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1802522437106424843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1802522437106424843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1802522437106424843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-justsotired.html' title='Im just.so.tired.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8170863429776192601</id><published>2009-03-08T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:24:29.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Another Lab ends</title><content type='html'>The end is near. Its that time of the semester when you can actually smell the wretched stench of the finals coming..lurking around the corner like an ugly beast waiting to jump and devour slackers like me. Oh im so dramatic .... =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The signs of the end are clear though, a whole batch of 2nd internal tests are coming ahead, begining with microbiology starting this thursday. The wet portion of Genetics202 lab has also come to an end.As usual, we take photos to document this momentous ocassion. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbQFogoK8mI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Jl-ZjYDDndE/s1600-h/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310876054087987810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbQFogoK8mI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Jl-ZjYDDndE/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was doing the Iban wind walk..and i never realised how tall how aik is haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbQH7MxQUPI/AAAAAAAAA4c/dKPZA3a2Q0Q/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310878574198149362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbQH7MxQUPI/AAAAAAAAA4c/dKPZA3a2Q0Q/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The confusion of having more than one cameraman( try to spot Mr Wong our lecturer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbQJOJT_DEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/_FNiEjE40mc/s1600-h/DSC00581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310879999199218754" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbQJOJT_DEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/_FNiEjE40mc/s320/DSC00581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New generation of scientists..Myself, Sid, Phey Chyi, Kar Yan and Chong Hou with his 'watson and crick' pose haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that the genetics lab was the most dull lab this sem..too many reasons, which i shall not name here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all for today, back to studying for microbio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-signing out-&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/6728135431163605677-8170863429776192601?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8170863429776192601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8170863429776192601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8170863429776192601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8170863429776192601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-lab-ends.html' title='Another Lab ends'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SbQFogoK8mI/AAAAAAAAA4U/Jl-ZjYDDndE/s72-c/DSC00578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1067883951091556685</id><published>2009-03-06T05:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T05:43:24.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work work and more work</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gentlemen, tonight im going to attempt the unattemptable( I dont think theres such a word.....*checks kamus dewan*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to&lt;em&gt; try&lt;/em&gt; and complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 immuno journal and 1 &lt;strong&gt;immuno report&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 microbio journals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 genetics journals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary situations call for extraordinary measures. In order to survive next week, im going to have to carry out the above mentioned points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary not because of the workload, but extraordinary because im actually doing work on a friday.NIGHT. what has the world come to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck*salutes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-1067883951091556685?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1067883951091556685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1067883951091556685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1067883951091556685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1067883951091556685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-work-and-more-work.html' title='work work and more work'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-9042675502045870938</id><published>2009-03-03T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:02:35.832-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myself and I'/><title type='text'>lessons from the past.</title><content type='html'>I was just browsing through my old pictures,and i found one which made my hair stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sa18kEpZfKI/AAAAAAAAA2c/9FKHiZEX-No/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309036494904196258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sa18kEpZfKI/AAAAAAAAA2c/9FKHiZEX-No/s320/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and the lovely Ms Juwita Suwito, 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should be enough to keep me motivated in the gym for at least the next few months :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing off-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-9042675502045870938?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9042675502045870938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=9042675502045870938&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9042675502045870938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9042675502045870938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/lessons-from-past.html' title='lessons from the past.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/Sa18kEpZfKI/AAAAAAAAA2c/9FKHiZEX-No/s72-c/DSC00251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6038655070828746168</id><published>2009-03-02T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:17:32.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a day in the life'/><title type='text'>:s</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered what it was like to get into a fight right after waking up? Well i found out today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so hyped up about going for the hard sparring..i even rested for 4 full days to limber up my muscles as well as giving my injured ankle a well deserved rest. Beyond my wildest expectations, it made full recovery in just 4 days time!&lt;br /&gt;So with such gusto, i was going to rip my opponent apart, whoever that unfortunate soul was.I took a nap at 5pm. Woke up at 8.30. Shit. Im late by half an hour. Almost thought of skipping when the instructor called and asked me to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello?&lt;br /&gt;AH LIM: EH WHERE ARE U?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Urmm..i had meeting.. meeting..kickboxing issit??&lt;br /&gt;AH LIM: YALAH!FASTER LAH!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: OKKkKKkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to come out with smart excuses, but 'meeting' was the only word that came out in my foggy post-nap mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to the training area at SAO concourse only to find everyone was waiting. The juniors were giggling coz i obviously had just woken up..=.='' there goes my macho status. Ah lim was giving a briefing to the seniors on competition rules when i jumped in.&lt;br /&gt;He didnt even bother asking..took one look at me and repeated everything he had just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kick to the head- 2 points, Throws 2 points, getting pushed out of the ring-3 points..if that happens 3 times the match is forfeited. No points for kick bellow the knee cap but is allowed. 1 point of kicks to the thigh region. All punches 1 point. Go warm up, use the headguard and shin pads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf..i didnt know it was that serious...use headguard sumore. We never used headguard and shin pads because power was always controlled. So i guess today all hell is unleashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Bryan got KO'd in the first 20 seconds didnt help(Body slam to the ground by Ah lim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn came up pretty fast and it was me vs Ah lim.2 rounds, 3 minutes each round, 1 min rest in between. I was actually depending on Bryan to wear him down for at least one round..mana tau his fight was over in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My perspective:&lt;br /&gt;I fought relatively well, got him on counter jabs and hooks. Landed a kick to his upper left arm which made him cringe. He got me in the head with a fast left kick but i recovered to catch his leg mid air, and took him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Comments:&lt;br /&gt;Too slow, stamina was totally out by round 2. Last 30 seconds was survival-dont-die mode. Hooks were to wide, hands dropped too much(second round). Your stamina is bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must say it was one of my better sparring sessions with Ah Lim..previously i would just be trashed right out with no punches or kicks landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually feels kinda good to fight after wakingg up :). The fear of a fight is not there coz youre still so blur from the sleep so it helps with the nerves haha. It was only after the 2 rounds ended did i realize, damn,i got out in one piece..no blood, no cuts, no bruises,no ulcers hooray!I would normally think about these stuffs &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the sparring session...resulting in a not confident fight..resulting in getting your ass kicked to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should sleep and come late for every kickboxing session..id be a champion in no time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW blood drive is currently on till friday..to all healthy individuals, please donate.( regardless of blood type..AB also can....Pusat Darah Negara is constantly short of blood.)&lt;br /&gt;Besides, ur red blood cells would be destroyed in the spleen every 3 months neways. When you donate blood, the hematopoeitic stem cells in your bone marrow would undergo hematopoiesis to form new RBC..you should get back your original number of RBC sooner or later :) .Ok enough immuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-signing out-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6038655070828746168?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6038655070828746168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6038655070828746168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6038655070828746168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6038655070828746168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/s.html' title=':s'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-4810600881000245496</id><published>2009-03-02T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:50:11.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rhymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sick of the tension, sick of the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this shit is making me insane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;miserable laughter, half hearted smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I aint gonna make it past this last mile..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-4810600881000245496?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4810600881000245496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=4810600881000245496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4810600881000245496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4810600881000245496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/03/rhymes.html' title='rhymes'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8885814353775323466</id><published>2009-02-28T22:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:55:45.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredjoe is in da house.</title><content type='html'>Hey all, I have decided to start blogging again, after like what..4 months of not touching my blogspot account. I decided to not blog for awhile coz i was reli emo then, with all those lousy emo thoughts constantly in my mind. So rather than polluting my blog with emo-ness, id rather not write anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, its good to be back and would try to at least update weekly on the weekends. Im in the process of finding new blogskins to replace this default one..so this blog would definately be undergoing some tweaking in the days/weeks to come.&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have definately been hectic. Quizzes, tests, assignments, lab reports and journals, not to mention the MSMBB quiz which i took part in UCSI as well as completing the really mafan application forms for australian universities. All that coupled with kickboxing and gym(whenever possible)..it does get rather stressfull.( come to think about it i hardly hav time to study ;P)Ive been eating so much this past few weeks im not surprised if my weight shot right back up to the CNY-season weight.&lt;br /&gt;At least most of the work is done, tho i still have genetics lab report and journals due TOMORROW and a microbio assignment due TOMORROW as well.Ill get started after this haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with friends yesterday to catch valkyrie @ ONe U. A pretty decent movie but id say its not for everyone..history buffs like me would enjoy it though. Went to Aaliyah@ Jalan Dungun, Damansara for a few drinks after that..as usual the house band kicked ass but there was no seats left so we had to stand for the night..plenty of high class girls(Only interested in dirty old men with lots of $$$$ so ppl like me dont even stand a chance) :D.To paint you a clearer picture, there were 2 ferraris and a porsche parked right outside the place :S&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now i guess. Hopefully my ankle would be fully healed by tomorrow coz were gonna do some hard contact sparring in kickboxing...yay! Tho im still  far from my ideal fight weight of 83.9kgs/185lbs. CARDIO CARDIO CARDIO CARDIO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Signing off-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-8885814353775323466?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8885814353775323466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8885814353775323466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8885814353775323466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8885814353775323466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2009/02/boredjoe-is-in-da-house.html' title='Boredjoe is in da house.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-9093276087145877600</id><published>2008-11-22T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:18:07.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching</title><content type='html'>My absence from this blog probably has not been missed by the tiny and insignificant portion of cyberspace users who read this blog( Not that my readers are insignificant! U guys are the best..even if u acknowledge reading this blog or not, i thank you sincerely :D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pondering. When im supposed to do something like complete a task which was assigned to me, id rather slack and ponder on things which dont really matter or affect my life. Or do they? I ponder on things like the paradoxial nature of life. On why to have happiness, there must be suffering. To feel pleasure, one must first understand pain. And to truely treasure the best life has to offer, one must have lost something dear to him or her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not in my intention to answer these questions in my blogpost, because i dont have the answers for them. Not yet anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you can help me ponder about it ;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-9093276087145877600?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9093276087145877600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=9093276087145877600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9093276087145877600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9093276087145877600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/11/but-sun-it-doesnt-shine.html' title='Searching'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-3691090561227421710</id><published>2008-10-15T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:26:31.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fighter's life for me.</title><content type='html'>Recently, my personal message on msn has been this: A fighter's life for me. Body and mind, purged and refined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what does it really mean. A fighters life for me is actually a quotation from Jimmy Smith's myspace page. For those that dont know, jimmy smith is a co host of fight quest. I have a lot of respect for this guy. A maths degree from UCLA proves he has the brains, and being married speaks alot about responsibility and commitment. But this guy is also a pro Mixed Martial Arts fighter, using muay thai and brazillian jiu jitsu as his weapon of choice. He's got a ripped body ( as most fighters do)- proving that he is in a awesome physical shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I draw inspiration from people like jimmy. Theres no such thing as stereotype. You shouldnt label yourself under one category and stick with it." Oh, Im a nerd, so i must study..oh im a geek.cant socialize. Oh im a guy,cannot cook or bake" all that is total bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to lead my life following these principles. Have no respect for the boundaries of stereotype. So a fighter's life for me, means that in everything that i do, i will do so with the same relentless power, intensity and effort as when im working on the heavy bags, when im kicking the pads, or when im practising my knee strikes. To ignore that pain untill the very moment of total muscle fatigue. To continue grappling when your hamstring seizes up in a wave of cramps. To continue punching and kicking past your 3 minute threshold. That is the ultimate satisfaction. To push yourself to more than you could ever dream of achieving, that is what it means to lead a fighter's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to put this principle in the context of education as well. To continually push yourself to achieve greater heights, to not give up when there's an overwhelming mountain of work. To push yourself burning the midnight oil ,reading on control of eukaryotic gene transcription( how i hate this chapter) . The same can be said for the physical state of my body. A long and hard road it will be, but in time i will achieve that level of fitness at which i can call myself a true fighter. Maybe it will take a year, 2 years or even longer.Whatever it is, its a fighters life for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-3691090561227421710?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3691090561227421710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=3691090561227421710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3691090561227421710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3691090561227421710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/fighters-life-for-me.html' title='A fighter&apos;s life for me.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-2484607157327031407</id><published>2008-10-03T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:05:19.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid sem break</title><content type='html'>Firstly, i do apologize for the inactivity on this blog. I just got back from my one week stay in kuching. There wasn't really enough time to blog cause everything was just so hectic for me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why i flew back all the way to kuching was to attend my grandmother's 80th birthday celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZaW-DsFbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/99GznL022Vw/s1600-h/Ice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252985366036354482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZaW-DsFbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/99GznL022Vw/s320/Ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The celebration took place at Hilton Kuching, with almost 400 people in attendance.(90% of em ive never met before..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZdr3CYEdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/HD471j1gXKo/s1600-h/ballroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252989023463936466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZdr3CYEdI/AAAAAAAAAz4/HD471j1gXKo/s320/ballroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;family friends, distant relatives, old politicians, current politicians..all kinds of people came to pay tribute to this lady&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZeubvKrOI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ebUTs0697Zs/s1600-h/nenek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252990167186844898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZeubvKrOI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ebUTs0697Zs/s320/nenek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Datin Seri Vera Ng.....i just call her nenek. haha!So anyways, i learnt many things about the nichol family during this event. About my lineage and my ancestors( especially the chinese side).But the thing that made this event so fun and memorable was the fact that so many of us came back to kuching for the event. A family reunion.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZgZt3L2ZI/AAAAAAAAA0I/vnkQG2Xni70/s1600-h/children.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252992010298317202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZgZt3L2ZI/AAAAAAAAA0I/vnkQG2Xni70/s320/children.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the Nichol family( In case you're wondering, Nichol is my grandfathers nameas in John Nichol Kassim). From left to right, Uncle Albert, Auntie Marlene, Auntie Doris, Auntie Jane, Auntie Patricia, Linda ( My mum!), Auntie Minda, Auntie Sally and Uncle Osen. Seated in front is nenek, the matriach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZhaEyxpdI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/DFT50qyuf3k/s1600-h/in+laws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252993115965466066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZhaEyxpdI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/DFT50qyuf3k/s320/in+laws.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And these are the in-laws. Left to right, Uncle West, Uncle Paul, Nuing ( My dad!), Auntie Margaret, Auntie Josephine, Uncle Douglas, Uncle Peter and Uncle Isheak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok..Now when you have 9 children, you would expect the family to be quite large yes? So here is the full nichol clan.(Almost full)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZiqi_NysI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/-F1gGUZURe0/s1600-h/clan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252994498460240578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZiqi_NysI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/-F1gGUZURe0/s320/clan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a very good angle, but this is the only picture that i have. Most of us are there, but some are missing. My sister liza, Cousins Dianne, Edwin, Jason and Jasmine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some random pics from that night:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZkfz5wFcI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Vj8FN9PEyBo/s1600-h/guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996513045419458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZkfz5wFcI/AAAAAAAAA0o/Vj8FN9PEyBo/s320/guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From left to right, My cousins Ian, Alvin, Johan, Mark, Justin, Jeff, a syiok sendiri uncle( uncle osen) haha!!, Nick( my bro) and infront of him is Jeremiah( we call him keepat). Then theres uncle West, Myself, Greg and Uncle Paul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZll6epafI/AAAAAAAAA0w/NIXwxQIBMok/s1600-h/me+von+and+vin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252997717401627122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZll6epafI/AAAAAAAAA0w/NIXwxQIBMok/s320/me+von+and+vin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my cousins Evonne and Alvin (siblings). Evonne also happens to be quite syiok sendiri and claims that we are her bodyguards. Ceh! Dahla mabuk on your birthday HAHA!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZmaXbrs3I/AAAAAAAAA04/4-CUU52B9dw/s1600-h/80%27s+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252998618527019890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZmaXbrs3I/AAAAAAAAA04/4-CUU52B9dw/s320/80%27s+babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The early 80's generation. Johan, Nick, Greg, Evonne and Elaine.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZm5Xg8boI/AAAAAAAAA1A/oTWq1DW_uiY/s1600-h/just+a+tin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252999151125032578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZm5Xg8boI/AAAAAAAAA1A/oTWq1DW_uiY/s320/just+a+tin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this emo loner here is Justin. He has many nicknames..Justin credible, Just-a-tin, Just do it and a whole lot of other childish labels. Apparently he's not into girls and is interested in a german dude named Hans..or is it that spanish guy named Stephan. HAHAHa! Im just kidding la cuz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZn0zakjAI/AAAAAAAAA1I/go3qsbpoLxw/s1600-h/guys+n+nenek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000172226776066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZn0zakjAI/AAAAAAAAA1I/go3qsbpoLxw/s320/guys+n+nenek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guys of the family with nenek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZocPVNkQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/-Kpal8ukofE/s1600-h/girls+n+nenek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000849735389442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZocPVNkQI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/-Kpal8ukofE/s320/girls+n+nenek.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the girls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only downside of this gathering was that there wasnt any after party which we cousins are famous for. Well, we did go for a drink at Mojo but i could hardly call that clubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the rest of my hols Meeting up with friends and going visiting for raya.Spent a few nights in Avery's house( the perverted ball gazer) and also spent one whole day shopping with my A-levels pal Amanda. She more semangat than me when it comes to shopping. I was supposed to be the one buying stuff and she ended up buying more stuff than me..And seriously loh, your kiddy pictures were hilarious! Bwahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited some of my uncles friends for raya, and met some incredibly hot chicks. Ex St theresians are unbelieveably HOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yea, me and alvin had to push my uncle's car up Bukit Hantu at 12am in the morning coz it broke down.What a nice place to have a car breakdown at 12am..bukit hantu... It was the only workout which i got in the whole holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really look forward to the next family gathering..but it probably wont happen for the next few years. ive had an incredibly fun time in kuching and would like to thank my whole big family for being there, and also providing lodging LOL! And thanks also to my buddy avery for allowing me to crash at your place for a while( Eventho you were a bit gay). Credits to Glen and Evonne for the pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until next time, chowz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6728135431163605677-2484607157327031407?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2484607157327031407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=2484607157327031407&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2484607157327031407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2484607157327031407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/10/mid-sem-break.html' title='Mid sem break'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SOZaW-DsFbI/AAAAAAAAAzo/99GznL022Vw/s72-c/Ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7090049928836434740</id><published>2008-09-28T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:19:10.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Its late. Cant sleep. Blog. This is a familiar scenario. My mind seems to be most philosophical at night, when everything is peaceful and quiet..well technically it isnt night, its actually 4.30 in the morning. Dreaming without sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Lately ive been seriously considering the road in which my life is headed. Come july next year, i will transfer to the University of Adelaide to complete the final year of my Biomedical Science degree. If everything goes according to plan(passing all semesters etc etc), i will graduate in mid 2010.&lt;br /&gt;The journey doesnt end there. IF i can obtain a cGPA of 3.6-4.0, I would continue to pursue my life's dream of studying medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pondering on one thing in the past week. Do i have what it takes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing people always ask me is; How come you didn't just do medicine straight after A- levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well duh, obviously i didnt make the cut. My A levels werent good enough. In other words, im too stupid to pursue a course which has high demands in terms of academic abilities and limited placement.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, i always bite off more than i can chew. I always aim high. At times unrealistically high. Maybe this whole medicine thing is all just some wishful dream of mine.Well it definitely seems far..2010 is when i end my Biomed degree. Theres another 4 years after that if i choose to continue with a medical degree.&lt;br /&gt;Another funny fact is that i actually enjoy other non science related fields like history, culture, languages and stuff like that. Then what the hell am i doing in a biomed course???Slaving my ass off to carry out biochem experiments of which i dont give a damn. I mean what the fuck..i sit in the Molecular biosciences lab for 5 hours each session, 2 session each week. I supposedly lead my lab team in the biochem experiments. I don't know whats going on, neither do i care. I have no interest in fraction collectors and deducing the amount of enzymatic activity in a particular fraction. The experiments have an unbelievably high rate of failure, and as the leader, im always responsible in one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;I label myself a slacker and always complete my work last minute. I HATE writing reports and journals, and i absolutely despise calculations.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, i can spend hours reading online articles on the viral structure of HIV. I dont mind reading up on metabolic disorders and their mechanisms. Of how new drugs are used to help cure or ease the symptoms. I actually don't find it tiring, boring, irritating or any other adjective one would normally associate with&lt;em&gt; studying. &lt;/em&gt;I actually find it &lt;em&gt;rewarding&lt;/em&gt; to read up on these stuff. And i get that kind of high just by reading about it.&lt;br /&gt;I see a pattern here. I dont give a rats ass about something i have no interest in, or which is of no relevance to me. And i have the ability to give everything i have, every ounce of effort and direct every quantum of energy in me towards my one true passion. To elevate human suffering, albeit in a small way.&lt;br /&gt; I want to study medicine. And theres nothing which will stop me for reaching my goal. Not the shameful memories of the past, not the skeptics of the present, and definitely not the fear of the future.&lt;br /&gt;Im blessed to have a father who can provide for my education. All i need to do is get the grades. How easy can life be? I dont have to worry about food, shelter and all those that fall under the first level of maslow's hierarchy of needs.&lt;br /&gt;So the conclusion is: Do it. Finish this sem with at least a 3.6. Survive my final sem of year 2, no matter what it takes. Grab Adelaide by the balls and rule that place. Graduate with a 3.6 in my final year. Get to med school, graduate, and get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So would a lazy slacker like me have the chance to enter prestigious schools like Imperial College London, UCL or the University of Nottingham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell. I am, after all a dreamer...and dreamers either make it big time or don't make it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed. Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7090049928836434740?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7090049928836434740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7090049928836434740&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7090049928836434740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7090049928836434740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-2240019910137952577</id><published>2008-09-20T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:37:27.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burger Challenge</title><content type='html'>Exactly one week ago, i thought of something really stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having Carl's Jr Double western and i thought to myself...what is the biggest, baddest most meanest burger available in any of the fast food chains in Sunway pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the stupid part: why dont i eat them in &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is what i did today, one week after the idea was initially concieved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVXLYkUnbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/R7fz4x480aQ/s1600-h/DSC01484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248196793855155634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVXLYkUnbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/R7fz4x480aQ/s320/DSC01484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The burgers of choice: Carl's Jr Double Western, Wendy's 3/4 Pound Triple Cheeseburger (Thats right, almost a pound of beef patty right there) and ofcourse, McD's very own BigMac.Don't be fooled by this pic. The Double western is actually almost the same size as the wendy's, with the bigmac being the smallest of the 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVeVWs3GBI/AAAAAAAAAzA/-c0U35IjdLc/s1600-h/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248204661734184978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVeVWs3GBI/AAAAAAAAAzA/-c0U35IjdLc/s320/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my assault on the Double western. Two large beef patties with several strips of chicken bacon (Halal bah!) smothered in cheese and fried onion rings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVbm12iumI/AAAAAAAAAy4/a7IDwhKm8-c/s1600-h/DSC01486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248201663619185250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVbm12iumI/AAAAAAAAAy4/a7IDwhKm8-c/s320/DSC01486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, its good stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVgTn-0vdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/pLu2jqGSfVA/s1600-h/DSC01489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248206831036448210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVgTn-0vdI/AAAAAAAAAzI/pLu2jqGSfVA/s320/DSC01489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i made short work of it. ( was damn hungry..started this binge at 3pm. First meal of the day :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next victim was the 3/4 pound triple cheeseburger from Wendy's&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVirSx7xCI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/iUdkuJhrseA/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248209436685354018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVirSx7xCI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/iUdkuJhrseA/s320/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 slices of 1/4 pound &lt;em&gt;square &lt;/em&gt;beef patties, smothered with cheese and other condiments such as tomatoes, pickles, onions, etc etc. This burger was actually the largest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outcome?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248211894702806642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVk6Xm9lnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/JJh3rN8uoIs/s320/DSC01491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CANNOT FINISH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha! My stomach almost exploded halfway through the 3/4 pound. I tried all kinds of methods like resting, self encouragement, stoning for a while..it didn't work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever happened to the legendary joshua bakir nuing who could down 6-8 fried chickens in kuching's chicken hartz. (Joshua Vs Alvin, the battle of the cousins.2001-2004 LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh wells, so heres the verdict;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carl's Jr Double Western:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big.Had a much more juicy patty with supremely fresh taste.Its pricy though..( one meal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;costing around Rm 20+)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wendy's 3/4 Pound triple burger:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bigger.Patty was much more dull tasting. The veggies didnt help either. I think the price for this meal is slightly cheaper than the double western.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McD's Big Mac:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smallest! Eventhough i didn't touch it(gave it to my bro), ive had it so many times before that the taste and texture is pretty much rooted in my memory.I'd rather have this than the 3/4 pound wendy's. And its the cheapest too!( Rm 10 for a meal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the conclusion is: Screw Wendy's. Eat there if you're bored. Got money? Eat at Carl's Junior. On a tight budget? Eat at McD's. Pokai???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVomQ9Qu0I/AAAAAAAAAzg/0x-nrkcVqnc/s1600-h/ramly_burger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248215947366415170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVomQ9Qu0I/AAAAAAAAAzg/0x-nrkcVqnc/s320/ramly_burger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eat ramly burger lahh. Malaysia Boleh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-2240019910137952577?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2240019910137952577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=2240019910137952577&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2240019910137952577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2240019910137952577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/burger-challenge.html' title='The Burger Challenge'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SNVXLYkUnbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/R7fz4x480aQ/s72-c/DSC01484.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-697216784143907363</id><published>2008-09-13T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:40:08.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if only</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a long time, i was genuinely happy.  That familiar carefree, light hearted feeling swept over me. It was almost overwhelming. No worries no pains. To good to be true i thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was with you we were happy. Alone together. Laughing, joking. Mutual happiness which required nothing else but you and me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Didnt&lt;/span&gt; give a damn what others thought of us. Together we built our own world in which nothing else mattered. Your happiness fed mine. Your sorrow filled mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were special because you were the only one capable of bringing out the gentle side of me. You were special because you the only one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remembering the times when we held hands in the park, talking shit. The sun was bright, the grass was green. Birds were singing and children were laughing. Everything was funny, everything was sweet. Most importantly, everything was &lt;em&gt;alright&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked you home, as always. Holding hands all the way. Before you went in, you whispered something in my ear . I promised that i would never leave you. I was on top of the world. I looked up to the sun, it bathed my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes, the sun was bright. Time to get on with life.Damn, dreams can be so real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-697216784143907363?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/697216784143907363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=697216784143907363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/697216784143907363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/697216784143907363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-only.html' title='if only'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-103305650751550919</id><published>2008-09-13T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:45:30.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want.</title><content type='html'>A few days ago in Dr Palsan's Biochemistry lecture, my assistant and lab partner Yanie gave me a leaflet. It was one of those christian leaflets which they distribute in church services, and this particular one was from her church. Despite it being in indonesian, i understood the bulk of the message. I think the title was "cukup itu berapa?". Basically, it talked about the nature of humans always wanting more than what we already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husbands wants the wife to show more devotion&lt;br /&gt;A wife wants the husband to give her more attention&lt;br /&gt;A child wants more money and freedom from both parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these were some of the examples that were given in the leaflet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when do we say enough? when do we say "wait, i have so much to be grateful for, and that i should stop asking for more?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions like these fill my mind constantly. I want I want I want I want. I want to go overseas earlier to pursue my studies. I want to be able to run 10kms without feeling tired. I want to find the right girl to commit myself to. Then come the questions..Why am i not fit. Why don't i have a super built body in which you can see each and every muscle group. Why do i have white hair. Why do i have uneven skin tones on my belly, not to mention the ugly stretch marks. Why am i not smarter. Why doesnt my family have millions of ringgits to splash on me and my siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with these questions come the answers. I don't have a super built body because i was foolish enough to destroy my body when i was younger. I have to be thankful that i was born with all functional body parts and no major genetic disorders. I have white hair because i inherited it from my dad's side. I have to be thankful because i &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; have hair.I have plenty of stretch marks on my body because of the rapid loss of weight. I have to be thankful that i am losing weight. Im not the smartest in academic terms because im lazy. i have to be thankful that i have a perfectly normal brain, with no physiological impairment. My parents don't spoil me and my siblings because they want to teach us to be independent, to be able to hold your own. I have to be thankful for a caring mother and a providing father, who through his struggles, broke free from the vicious cycle of poverty. If it were not for his determination to study, and if my grandmother had not the foresight in the promises of education, I would probably be in my longhouse in balingian, tending to farms for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, we would always want more than what we already have. This is the nature of humans. But before you say " I want", think of all the things you already have and that other people are not as lucky as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother drilled this in my head since young. Self pity is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be grateful with what you have. It's the first step to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this doesnt mean that we should deprive ourselves of dreams and hopes. Of aspirations and ambitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can strive to better ourselves and our current situation. Just don't let it consume you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-103305650751550919?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/103305650751550919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=103305650751550919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/103305650751550919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/103305650751550919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want.html' title='I want.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6621542626126629481</id><published>2008-09-09T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:48:46.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human experiment edit</title><content type='html'>I will have to change some details on my experimental lifestyle plan..firstly, a friend of mine advised that the jogging be done &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;the gym sessions(i dunno the scientific reason behind this, but apparently it f*cks up your body if you do otherwise. Any comments would be greatly appreciated), so tht would have to be changed. I'll just switch the time around.Furthermore, the distance covered during the jogs will be &lt;em&gt;increased&lt;/em&gt; to a minimum of 5km, more if possible. This being the fact that i may actually join the Terry Fox run( Not exactly sure when that is...if anyone knows, please let me know :D) and that i would have to be able to cover at least 8-10kms in a respectable amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will do a post on the Terry Fox run soon, if you guys don't already know whats it about :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TQ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6621542626126629481?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6621542626126629481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6621542626126629481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6621542626126629481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6621542626126629481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/human-experiment-edit.html' title='Human experiment edit'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-4525163271906684921</id><published>2008-09-07T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:37:34.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Experiment</title><content type='html'>Test subject : Joshua Bakir anak Nuing&lt;br /&gt;Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;Height: 178cm&lt;br /&gt;Weight: Overweight :D&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: 2nd year Biomed student&lt;br /&gt;Aspirations: wannabe muay thai and MMA fighter( Is in fact a bio nerd who likes baking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an experimental lifestyle plan which i will be putting myself through for 2-4 months(voluntarily!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.00-4.45pm: Gym(upper body and thighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30-10.00pm: Kickboxing session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00-5.45pm: Gym &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.10-7.00pm: 3-5km jog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed: Same as tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs: (My super busy day..Class 10-12pm, labs 1-6pm @#%$!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.30-10.00pm: Kickboxing session&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.00am-12.00pm : Gym( Upper body and thighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.30pm- 7.30: 3-5km jog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever i can do lah depending on my mood and how sore my body is :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jogging 3-5km+relaxing swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diet: Heavy carb intake on kickboxing days. Less carbs on other days..Always high protein.&lt;br /&gt;         Bananas taken between workouts&lt;br /&gt;         Wholemeal bread&lt;br /&gt;         Less sweet and fried stuff (not totally cut off la....)&lt;br /&gt;         Breakfast!( a must)&lt;br /&gt;         milk+yoghurt daily&lt;br /&gt;         Fast food binge once a week. Eat as much as you can baby! mmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;         Whey isolates protein shakes on training days..which is almost everyday&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Now im not sure how long i can last, and plus i have biochem II to handle so it realy depends on my workload as well as other factors..but i pledge right here and now to give it my all la. Ill update on the results in exactly 2 months time so wish me luck guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-4525163271906684921?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4525163271906684921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=4525163271906684921&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4525163271906684921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4525163271906684921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/human-experiment.html' title='Human Experiment'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-5119656870032009234</id><published>2008-09-05T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:15:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do the CKB dance with joe</title><content type='html'>Today ill show you how to do the chinese kickboxing dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 1: choose a partner of suitable size. Doesnt apply in this case cause he's the instructor!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242544006582148610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFB_2-ungI/AAAAAAAAAi4/NYvP36HTbWA/s200/DSC01551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"hello there, would you care for a dance?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 2: Establish physical contact by tapping each other on the hands and arms..attempt to get closer to your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFDM8rx_BI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Ldm2oGWnHp8/s1600-h/DSC01544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242545330963217426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFDM8rx_BI/AAAAAAAAAjA/Ldm2oGWnHp8/s200/DSC01544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 3: Wrap your hands around your partner's neck, and apply downwards pressure at the same time pulling your partner closer to you. This stance is called the clinch, which is the basic stance of the ckb dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFEAxe6MhI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cJqWy95johE/s1600-h/DSC01546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242546221309637138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFEAxe6MhI/AAAAAAAAAjI/cJqWy95johE/s200/DSC01546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Step 4: Once in the clinch position, you can do whatever you wish to your partner(this is a very painful and liberal dance).Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFGF50dB0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Xume14VK0rM/s1600-h/DSC01545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242548508470085442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFGF50dB0I/AAAAAAAAAjY/Xume14VK0rM/s200/DSC01545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;twist n throw. Focus on your upper body strength, giving special attention to your partner's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFIZ1dy5sI/AAAAAAAAAjw/qofMnu9BZag/s1600-h/DSC01559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242551049921947330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFIZ1dy5sI/AAAAAAAAAjw/qofMnu9BZag/s200/DSC01559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figure 1.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFICAzPI6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/z5T8yEa3uz8/s1600-h/DSC01560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242550640647807906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFICAzPI6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/z5T8yEa3uz8/s200/DSC01560.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figure 1.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFG45xkC-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Rq4AH31sqPg/s1600-h/DSC01561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242549384631290850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFG45xkC-I/AAAAAAAAAjg/Rq4AH31sqPg/s200/DSC01561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figure 1.3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFI9gOhpaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/wAvt52wm8LI/s1600-h/DSC01562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242551662696048034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFI9gOhpaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/wAvt52wm8LI/s200/DSC01562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figure 1.4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;important: always remember to land on your feet! If not an extremely gay situation like this would occur:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFJla5GD7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/qJvK7klCM1o/s1600-h/DSC01582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242552348458749874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFJla5GD7I/AAAAAAAAAkA/qJvK7klCM1o/s200/DSC01582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminder: If you dont like your partner getting to0 close, you can always try to push him away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFKIZbh4TI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NjZ3zBTZafw/s1600-h/DSC01552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242552949361729842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFKIZbh4TI/AAAAAAAAAkI/NjZ3zBTZafw/s200/DSC01552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"get away from me, you smell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finale: Continue dancing until time ends, which should be 3 minutes per round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFK8qd3F-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/EGtlB4mYifQ/s1600-h/DSC01570.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242553847288109026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFK8qd3F-I/AAAAAAAAAkY/EGtlB4mYifQ/s200/DSC01570.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;always remember to give each other a pat on the back to avoid any hostile feelings :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Practice often and you'll master it in no time. Great for strength training.Works best with heavy metal music or anything which gets your heart pumping haha! Thats it for now. I hope you enjoyed this informational piece of bullshit. Cya!&lt;/div&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/6728135431163605677-5119656870032009234?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5119656870032009234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=5119656870032009234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5119656870032009234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5119656870032009234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-ckb-dance-with-joe.html' title='Do the CKB dance with joe'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SMFB_2-ungI/AAAAAAAAAi4/NYvP36HTbWA/s72-c/DSC01551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-2261558084328096499</id><published>2008-09-05T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T07:13:03.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rant</title><content type='html'>A smile doesnt mean its okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being polite doesnt mean its okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; doesnt mean its okay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason why there isnt an outburst of reaction is that i dont want to hurt anyone's feelings.I know its better to control my emotions, and that i generally like a peaceful and happy environment. The only way to achieve that would be to just swallow your anger, and sort it out maturely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyone has a breaking point, dont push me to mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a problem with me, bring it on the table and dont talk behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont agree with something, let me know and we can work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im always open to discussion, im a very open minded and liberal person. Don't be an idiot and choose otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here i put it sweetly to anyone who thinks they can walk over me, who thinks they can fool me and treat me like an idiot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please don't fuck around with me, ill fuck you back twice as hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll get whats comming to you someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill laugh my ass off when that day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Grow up. Stop acting like life is a fucking hong kong drama. The world doesnt revolve around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-2261558084328096499?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2261558084328096499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=2261558084328096499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2261558084328096499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2261558084328096499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/rant.html' title='rant'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7366959355038996617</id><published>2008-09-01T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:17:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fate</title><content type='html'>caught a glimpse of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been awhile, you haven't changed one bit =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt have time to say this, so here it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, how are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7366959355038996617?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7366959355038996617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7366959355038996617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7366959355038996617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7366959355038996617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/09/fate.html' title='fate'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-5173954123834652363</id><published>2008-08-31T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T10:25:18.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im alive</title><content type='html'>Hello world. First of all, do forgive me for not updating for awhile..what, sumthing like 2 months plus? Oh well. At lot has happened since the last update, but screw that(unless u guys wanna read a fu**ing long update). So fast forward a bit la. Im on the last day of my hols, in miri. Will be going back to college tmrw to start sem 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only one subject for me baby. Im gonna be so free..(i hope). But enough of that. Ive had such a great time in miri keeping myself busy by going to the gym, jogging and hanging out with my best buddies namely Rach, Lau n Eugene.This small town hasnt changed much, except for the fact that they decided to give steroids to bintang plaza. The extensions are huge..multistorey carpark? WTF...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, secret recipe is comming to miri. HAHA! Caramel cheesecake mmm. And we have a Delifrance! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok..time for some pictures of my hols( sorry its not much, i dont like taking photos..credit to rach for the pics, i ripped it frm ur facebook XD)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLq2vF8ophI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UxbuEHT-3MI/s1600-h/Me+n+Eugene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240702036565599762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLq2vF8ophI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UxbuEHT-3MI/s400/Me+n+Eugene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yamcha wif frens..had kueh tiaw( best in miri baby!) n fried ice cream...I dunno why but i look like i was gonna kill eugene haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLrCTByrcOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hICPkx-zwqA/s1600-h/The+Balcony2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240714748553294050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLrCTByrcOI/AAAAAAAAAh4/hICPkx-zwqA/s400/The+Balcony2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Party time...Went to The Balcony.Here i am with rach.I tried experiencing Miri's nightlife for the first time..no where near Ministry of Sound, but at least i had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLq3m4AD9BI/AAAAAAAAAhg/HaMTmPY4V-o/s1600-h/The+Balcony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240702994894550034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLq3m4AD9BI/AAAAAAAAAhg/HaMTmPY4V-o/s400/The+Balcony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with lau n rach in.Well, The Balcony ended up being a drag, so we left n went to rach's house first to get tipsy manchester style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLq41vI90HI/AAAAAAAAAho/N0pVltFcjwY/s1600-h/grey+goose+LOL!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240704349725642866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLq41vI90HI/AAAAAAAAAho/N0pVltFcjwY/s400/grey+goose+LOL!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Behold, grey goose vodka, fresh from france..mixed it with 7 up. Had 5 glasses of these..or 6..or 7? haha..then it was time to go clubbing again.We went to Thai Bar(Because The Balcony was so dull). Btw, miri is so bloody small..i met so many ex st columbans in The balcony.Even the famous amy mentan..thats right avery, ur ex.HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLq6MxYvqpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/r7sumDg1W1g/s1600-h/Thai+Bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240705844977314450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLq6MxYvqpI/AAAAAAAAAhw/r7sumDg1W1g/s400/Thai+Bar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you see the difference in facial expressions before and after the vodka?Not really...ah wells, in this pic is Joanne which is lau's fren from curtin. Nice to meet you! There were some other gals as well but dunno where they go after The Balcony.So anyways, we clubbed till like 2 sumthin then we sent rach home first..tsk tsk. Mabuk la u rach. Went to makan after tht n arrived home around 4am! The latest ive been out in MIRI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well,my time in miri is up, and its time to go back to school :( Ill be back to rock miri+kuching again in 2 months..and this time its with my partner in crime avery wee chee sin..but untill then, im pretty sure ill be seeing alot of this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLrMavaXEsI/AAAAAAAAAiA/oFcgsHsfMyw/s1600-h/metabolism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240725876174688962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLrMavaXEsI/AAAAAAAAAiA/oFcgsHsfMyw/s400/metabolism.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the map of all possible metabollic pathways in a given system..courtesy of Garret and Grishams Biochemistry 3rd edition.I dont think it includes inhibitors, activators, coenzymes, cofactors bla bla bla. Its quite interesting actually, i never knew u could get an amino acid from a fatty acid, and then convert it into a intermediate in the krebs cycle........just leave all that for sem 4 yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;il update again soon..till then, see ya!&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/6728135431163605677-5173954123834652363?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5173954123834652363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=5173954123834652363&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5173954123834652363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5173954123834652363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-alive.html' title='im alive'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SLq2vF8ophI/AAAAAAAAAhY/UxbuEHT-3MI/s72-c/Me+n+Eugene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-257095273891969399</id><published>2008-07-12T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:32:14.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the river flows on</title><content type='html'>Life is like a river. Born in the violence of clashing rainclouds with the echoes of thunder and flashes of lightning, water falls from the heavens.This is the beginning of life, much like the birth of a newborn, who comes to this world screaming for air.&lt;br /&gt;         Calmness soon follows after, as water settles on earth, running down the sides of mountains to join small streams and other pockets of water. The pace of life soon starts to pick up, as the flowing water gets faster and wilder. From streams the flow of water will mature into large rivers, flowing in their full majestic might.From here on, the river will go through many phases, just as we humans would go through in life. At certain times, the river is wide. The water calm, serene and peaceful. Life is good, and we are content.The rules of nature does not allow this to go on forever. There are certain periods of time when the river will be restricted, flowing through narrow ravines, littered with razor sharp rocks. The body of water violently crashes on the banks,with full fury and awesome power. These represent the troubles that one must go through in life. It is inevitable, as troubles would come and plague us at every opportunity. Like the river, we must continue flowing, come what may. Jagged rocks, whirlpools or any other obstacles must be faced head on.&lt;br /&gt;          There are times when i want to give up, and just let the winds of fate take me wherever it wants me to. But in that moment of weakness i realise things. I realise that there really is no such thing as fate, and that man controls his own destiny to a large extent, with luck guiding a significant proportion. We have 2 choices in life, either we fight and struggle in our present situation in order to achieve our dreams and goals, or we stay content, and allow the situation to remain as they are. the status quo. To remain with the status quo is to bow low and to submit yourself to defeat, just as a river submits when its awesome power is confined within a dam. To struggle against the present, is to break free from that dam, and continue flowing will full force, living life the way you intend to, not constrained by any other factor.Living life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;          There are times when the river will go through violent incarnations as waterfalls, when the world comes crashing down on you. Everything is your fault, everything you do is wrong. Negative negative negative. You feel down, your self esteem drops. But what does the river do? The river falls, and crashes to another bed of jagged rocks, but it collects itself in a fresh pool of water, and it &lt;em&gt;flows on&lt;/em&gt;. We pick ourselves up and we go on with life,with a fresh start. Within our lifetime we may meet many jagged rocks, rapids, whirlpools dams and waterfalls. All we can do is to keep on flowing. We must keep on flowing, because at the end of the day, when all is said and done, the river of life flows on into the vast ocean of eternity where our purpose in life will finally be fulfilled, where the pains of getting there would just be a distant memory of the past. And this is where we will live, until the day we are called back to the heavens, and begin another journey of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-257095273891969399?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/257095273891969399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=257095273891969399&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/257095273891969399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/257095273891969399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/07/river-flows-on.html' title='the river flows on'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-889445056389516643</id><published>2008-06-20T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:31:46.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When i was young.</title><content type='html'>Wow..this blog reeks of stagnancy..oh well, blame it on the busy weeks. Today was the worst. 8am-1pm-Biochem lab(Agarose gel electrophoresis and SDS PAGE)..no breaks mind you..only 10 minutes to swallow as much nasi goreng as possible from sidewalk cafe.1-2pm, study for management test&lt;--(stupid credit filler made compusory by Inti). 2.15-3.50pm, management test.4-6pm, continue biochem lab experiment.amost 10 hours non stop. Im getting used to it.The toll on my body was evident..i barely made 1km on my jog before giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Now, back to the main title of the post,when i was young. When i was young, i had no such worries..the most fond memories of my childhood were of those when my dad was posted to London for 2 years. i was 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvXQPVn7yI/AAAAAAAAAd4/a-hW3aGXb9o/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213997667606589218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvXQPVn7yI/AAAAAAAAAd4/a-hW3aGXb9o/s400/scan0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is my family..from the left: Me! hahaha..my dad, nick, pat, mum and liza.We were celebrating pat's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvc4NuytKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LLCQRsaRTwY/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214003851928188066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvc4NuytKI/AAAAAAAAAeo/LLCQRsaRTwY/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuing Jeluing a.k.a dad..10 years ago he still looked quite dashing with no pot belly evident hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvaxn0R9rI/AAAAAAAAAeY/URjYdg_3ges/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214001539648190130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvaxn0R9rI/AAAAAAAAAeY/URjYdg_3ges/s400/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was i cute or what hahaha! Me and my brothers. If u see us now, the height and size would be terbalik already. I had plenty of fun during my stay there..&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvYK-PacDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/g4-ZvIISFbM/s1600-h/scan0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213998676629418034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvYK-PacDI/AAAAAAAAAeA/g4-ZvIISFbM/s400/scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We visited Old trafford, Stamford bridge as well as Anfield..this particular pic was taken in front of Anfield, home of liverpool f.c..you'll never walk alone hahaha!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvZG3yhcBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TsqycNsv7zg/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213999705689780242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvZG3yhcBI/AAAAAAAAAeI/TsqycNsv7zg/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we toured various cities in England(vivian, if ure reading this, england is not above london k..)This was taken in liverpool..same time when we visited Anfield stadium.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvaMMDgzwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bDJIz6qiHSg/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214000896540724994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvaMMDgzwI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/bDJIz6qiHSg/s400/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in front of the museum of natural history..by the way im standing, i probably start to mogok already. wanna go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvbmpDeaJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/LUTZPHzIdH4/s1600-h/scan0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214002450513422482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvbmpDeaJI/AAAAAAAAAeg/LUTZPHzIdH4/s400/scan0014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the garden behind our house in 106 Golders Green, North West London...after balik from anfield terus wear liverpool jersey. Aisehmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          sigh..nostalgia man. All i cared about at that time was toys and games,fighting with patrick and collecting football stickers.There was no such thing as girlfriends and relationships, and there was no such thing as staying up till morning to finish journals or assignments (Bed time was 9pm!)but those days are long gone and it only exists as sweet memories which i would cherish for a long time.I will return to the UK one day. Not now, but soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvkvyICPMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/q280mE6hxLw/s1600-h/scan0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214012503171939522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvkvyICPMI/AAAAAAAAAe4/q280mE6hxLw/s400/scan0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon =).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/s: callumn, max,neel,joey,sasan,faisal,dinesh,neil,jaymini, deema, nissa and all my pals from Hendon prep school, i will find you guys one way or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFveB5LIqwI/AAAAAAAAAew/bywFganCIBE/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/6728135431163605677-889445056389516643?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/889445056389516643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=889445056389516643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/889445056389516643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/889445056389516643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-was-young.html' title='When i was young.'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SFvXQPVn7yI/AAAAAAAAAd4/a-hW3aGXb9o/s72-c/scan0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1575794795626317</id><published>2008-05-30T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:42:41.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sanctuary-28th May</title><content type='html'>This sem we were blessed with a timetable which gave us free thursdays, giving us the chance to go clubbing on wednesday night...we went to The Sanctuary located at The Curve, Damansara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBJoQ7OHiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2GwpndpzAMA/s1600-h/DSC01937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206242125327244834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBJoQ7OHiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2GwpndpzAMA/s320/DSC01937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, i had the honour to escort 5 lovely ladies to the club..Left to right, Brenda, Michelle, Phei Woon, Vivian and Angie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBMQQ7OHkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/B4LNQYMMNPE/s1600-h/DSC01981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206245011545267778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBMQQ7OHkI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/B4LNQYMMNPE/s320/DSC01981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still looking okay...the girls are sober. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBNww7OHlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/smocNNFmq7I/s1600-h/DSC01984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206246669402644050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBNww7OHlI/AAAAAAAAAbY/smocNNFmq7I/s320/DSC01984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then came the bottle of Bacardi white..i remember phei woon being hesitant about not being able to finish one whole bottle as the girls werent heavy drinkers..haha..right..30 minutes later the bottle was drained.(Vivian was looking for somemore...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBO4A7OHmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XoRANA_hF2g/s1600-h/DSC01982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206247893468323426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBO4A7OHmI/AAAAAAAAAbg/XoRANA_hF2g/s320/DSC01982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and Brenda..luckily you didnt do any of your wild behaviour that night brenda..hahaha!Not drunk enough i guess ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBStA7OHoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GE_74V8afRk/s1600-h/DSC01987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206252102536273538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBStA7OHoI/AAAAAAAAAbw/GE_74V8afRk/s320/DSC01987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Group shot with the girls..I look like a bapa ayam man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBQmw7OHnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/RtEp91HEr_0/s1600-h/DSC01961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206249796138835570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBQmw7OHnI/AAAAAAAAAbo/RtEp91HEr_0/s320/DSC01961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha..Vivian starting to get a little bit excited..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBT0g7OHpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/eFQVVuqSpaY/s1600-h/DSC01991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206253330896920210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBT0g7OHpI/AAAAAAAAAb4/eFQVVuqSpaY/s320/DSC01991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually danced! HAHA! Alcohol &lt;strong&gt;DOES&lt;/strong&gt; help you let go of your inhibitions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBVZQ7OHqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wwOyD3vx540/s1600-h/DSC00003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206255061768740514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBVZQ7OHqI/AAAAAAAAAcA/wwOyD3vx540/s320/DSC00003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party kicks into high gear..Angie and michelle looking quite drunk.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBWdA7OHrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qmwtlIJJKzo/s1600-h/DSC01997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206256225704877746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBWdA7OHrI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qmwtlIJJKzo/s320/DSC01997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian stoned! HAHAHA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBXtg7OHsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dLdtIgTBPp0/s1600-h/DSC02004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206257608684347074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBXtg7OHsI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/dLdtIgTBPp0/s320/DSC02004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they still deny being drunk. LOL! Angie looks totally wasted.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBY7g7OHtI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Qhl3RgglBck/s1600-h/DSC00004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206258948714143442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBY7g7OHtI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Qhl3RgglBck/s320/DSC00004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sorry vivian and michelle, but the evidence is overwhelming..you guys WERE DRUNk!hahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBaPA7OHuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/F2HwzcSnUM4/s1600-h/DSC00001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206260383233220322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBaPA7OHuI/AAAAAAAAAcg/F2HwzcSnUM4/s320/DSC00001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we all look so happeeeeee..hahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some random pics from tht night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBeBA7OHwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/77OBTCIpeC4/s1600-h/DSC01958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206264540761562882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBeBA7OHwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/77OBTCIpeC4/s320/DSC01958.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SED4Qw7OHxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/cgSkXz2oFxc/s1600-h/DSC01985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206434136135180050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SED4Qw7OHxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/cgSkXz2oFxc/s320/DSC01985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SED7oA7OHzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2aDdaOuAXcI/s1600-h/DSC01983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206437834102021938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SED7oA7OHzI/AAAAAAAAAdI/2aDdaOuAXcI/s320/DSC01983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SED5uw7OHyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Iu-ZGayCmaY/s1600-h/DSC01955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206435751042883362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SED5uw7OHyI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Iu-ZGayCmaY/s320/DSC01955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SED9JA7OH0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/k1Cj2lG0KBo/s1600-h/DSC01993.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, overall it wasa great night..some perverts tried to take advantage of them but it was all under control because Me, Phei woon and Brenda were still sober..the short walk to the car was hilarious. We got lost on our way back to Brenda's house and Vivian puked by the roadside on LDP(outside kelana jaya station) LOL!! We arrived safely at the hostel by 4am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was worth staying up all night to complete my Biochemistry journals :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to going again soon..after the first batch of internal assesments are over i guess. Till then, hardwork and suffering is to be expected on a daily basis = (  Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6728135431163605677-1575794795626317?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1575794795626317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1575794795626317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1575794795626317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1575794795626317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/05/sanctuary-28th-may.html' title='The Sanctuary-28th May'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SEBJoQ7OHiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/2GwpndpzAMA/s72-c/DSC01937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8037248194709680180</id><published>2008-05-16T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T07:21:46.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kickboxing</title><content type='html'>Went for the 2nd kickboxing session of the new sem yesterday. Some of the seniors have graduated so a few familiar faces are missing =(. However, plenty of freshies have also signed up so its all good :D&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As this is my second semester in the club, i am now classified as a senior. Woohooo! hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1JG5cUuTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/f_8DbsF41fY/s1600-h/DSC01353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200893527530453298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1JG5cUuTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/f_8DbsF41fY/s200/DSC01353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some of the members hanging around before the actual session began..the dude in the white shirt is a junior who as you can see, so berkobar2 wanna punch ppl.Hahaha! well actually he's practising cross-jabs which the seniors were showing.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The instructer only comes next week, so the juniors were put through the basic drills by senior members whereas the remaining seniors were allowed to do whatever we wanted(related to kickboxing ofcourse...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,I had a light contact sparring session with Casey from the USA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1KdZcUuUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dHFafhtC0I4/s1600-h/DSC01516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200895013589137730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1KdZcUuUI/AAAAAAAAAZw/dHFafhtC0I4/s200/DSC01516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rules: No punches to the head and controlled punches to the body(as i wasnt wearing gloves)..kicks with full power are allowed to the body, legs and head. Normal Chinese kickboxing regulations also apply la eg. no elbows and knees.No hitting the&lt;strong&gt; balls&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;MOST IMPORTANT&lt;/strong&gt;!) and neck region. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1LoZcUuVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BKMUvBbiuX4/s1600-h/DSC01514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200896302079326546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1LoZcUuVI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/BKMUvBbiuX4/s200/DSC01514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we tried to control our power so tht no one got hurt too badly as this was supposed to be "light contact"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1MN5cUuWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cNAQifZAx0A/s1600-h/DSC01519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200896946324420962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1MN5cUuWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/cNAQifZAx0A/s200/DSC01519.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but as you can see, we get carried away sometimes..Unfortunately,the 24 solar drums were practising in the same venue...their traditional chinese drum beats didnt help coz it only added to the combative atmosphere =.='&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1NfpcUuXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XBVTwSkL5UM/s1600-h/DSC01518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200898350778726770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1NfpcUuXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/XBVTwSkL5UM/s200/DSC01518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dunno what made me do that stance..now tht i see it, it looks kinda stupid hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1OqZcUuYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SwL-_peOXjk/s1600-h/DSC01513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200899634973948290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1OqZcUuYI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SwL-_peOXjk/s200/DSC01513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of my favourite moves, the leg catch..as casey put it " you catch the leg, you win".In a real sparring session or fight, you normally kick his remaing leg and he'll drop like a rag doll..it's impossible to balance urself from this position.But as this was light contact, we just let go if we managed to catch each other's leg.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1Pw5cUuZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Xf2ph8Z1Ryc/s1600-h/DSC01512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200900846154725778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1Pw5cUuZI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Xf2ph8Z1Ryc/s200/DSC01512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end of a great sparring session..picked up a few new things from casey coz he's much more experienced as he's been fighting for quite some time. Thanks to Chun Hao for the pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1QdpcUuaI/AAAAAAAAAag/_ialEmkAUAE/s1600-h/DSC01352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200901614953871778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1QdpcUuaI/AAAAAAAAAag/_ialEmkAUAE/s200/DSC01352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here are some random pics from tht day..the guy in blue shorts is Bryan..my regular full-contact sparring partner.He's observing one of the juniors do his jab-crosses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1RJZcUubI/AAAAAAAAAao/_jiAxU9tfKc/s1600-h/DSC01350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200902366573148594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1RJZcUubI/AAAAAAAAAao/_jiAxU9tfKc/s200/DSC01350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meeting of two presidents..Jon(left), president of Inti Aikkido club, and our very own Kickboxing president(right). Jon decided to come for the intro class to see if he likes it or not hahaha! Join us man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1R35cUucI/AAAAAAAAAaw/95vODwasbNY/s1600-h/DSC01349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200903165437065666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1R35cUucI/AAAAAAAAAaw/95vODwasbNY/s200/DSC01349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our president demonstrating some jabs.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1SV5cUudI/AAAAAAAAAa4/YCCZzg485Bk/s1600-h/DSC01520+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200903680833141202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1SV5cUudI/AAAAAAAAAa4/YCCZzg485Bk/s320/DSC01520+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lai lai lai..Lelong murah. Single guys up for grabs..low maintenance,good investment for the future. All are willing to fight with their lives to protect their loved ones HAHAHA!!!Jon, myself and Chun hao..the 3 DSCAU sem 3 buddies in kickboxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im glad that im kickboxing again after the sem break. I look forward to the thursday night full contact sparring sessions as well as using the punching bag, and kick pads.muahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and if chun hao and i are elected as committee members, we might propose a Mixed Martial Arts contest between the Chinese Kickboxing Club and the TaeKwonDo ppl..tht should be fun hahaha!Since there seems to be some kind of bad blood between the two clubs.LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thts all for now, thanks for reading. I'll post again as soon as im free,Cya!&lt;/div&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/6728135431163605677-8037248194709680180?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8037248194709680180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8037248194709680180&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8037248194709680180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8037248194709680180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/05/kickboxing.html' title='kickboxing'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SC1JG5cUuTI/AAAAAAAAAZo/f_8DbsF41fY/s72-c/DSC01353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1873932180488749963</id><published>2008-05-10T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:03:05.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bake a cake with joe</title><content type='html'>Cheesecakes. mmmmm. One of the few things which can give me a foodgasm. I had my first cheesecake from secret recipe a few years ago. It was a caramel cream cheesecake which jacintha was having. I took some and was converted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so after tasting cheesecakes from various different shops and bakeries i decided to learn how to make one of my own. I carried out the ambitious project during the sem break under the supervision of my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after being warned by mum tht it had a high probability of failing, i started work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;im sorry tht i cant remember the exact measurements and methodology as this was done a couple of weeks ago and im writing based on memory. So just take this post as a bit of general knowledge lah haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: the base&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198681603661918098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCVtX-6gb5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/djFEB4O1V1s/s200/DSC01274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we start by making the base of the cheesecake. My favourite part. The ingredients include 1 cup of butter, 1 cup of walnuts, and a few cups of castor sugar. When i first saw cups, i thought it meant any cup also can..like my coffee mug..actually its a standardized measurement..joe has learned sumthing new =.=' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCX8Ee6gcAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KnAVAHp78j4/s1600-h/DSC01272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198838498817241090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCX8Ee6gcAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/KnAVAHp78j4/s200/DSC01272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum chopping up the walnuts..walnuts are not really important..it can be excluded from the base without causing a noticable change in texture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCWnRe6gb6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/U8rsw6RE0o8/s1600-h/DSC01269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198745263667179426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCWnRe6gb6I/AAAAAAAAAYw/U8rsw6RE0o8/s200/DSC01269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, next we add this baby. 4 cups of crushed biscuits.Try to crush the biscuits till they are fine but not too powdery lah.U can use any biscuits such as marie biscuits or even graham crackers.( i wanna try oreo's next time hahaha!) .Mix the crushed biscuits together wif the other stuff and flatten it into a springboard pan..try to compress it as much as possible..this was the only flaw in my cheesecake as the base turned out to be quite thick. Mum says it wasnt flattened enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCWqE-6gb7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/y61XfsOdjvU/s1600-h/DSC01276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198748347453697970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCWqE-6gb7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/y61XfsOdjvU/s200/DSC01276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tadaa....put this in the oven for 15 mins and let it cool down by leaving the oven door ajar.(oven must be turnned off ofcourse..) In the meantime, we prepare the main part, the body of the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: the cake&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCWtLO6gb8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/zpz-v4RBNQY/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198751753362763714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCWtLO6gb8I/AAAAAAAAAZA/zpz-v4RBNQY/s200/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmmmmmmm..the main ingredient..i think approximately 500g of cream cheese(2 packets of 250g). Six eggs, with the egg white separated from the yolk.1 tablespoon of vanilla essence and 1 tablespoon of lemon juice.U'll have to add sour cream as well but i forgot how much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCX3g-6gb9I/AAAAAAAAAZI/c9u8VH_xffQ/s1600-h/DSC01280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198833490885373906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCX3g-6gb9I/AAAAAAAAAZI/c9u8VH_xffQ/s200/DSC01280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;put all of the said ingredients in a bowl and mix em up baby!..i learnt it the hard way, but try not to let the thingy spin above the mixture unless u want to have stuff flying all over the kitchen hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour the mixture into the base and bake it in the oven..i cant remember how long. All i know is tht our oven was abit sot so we had to bake it longer than what was stated in the recipe book.&lt;br /&gt;After baking, u let it cool down to room temp..this could take some time.Then, u put the cake into the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCX5o-6gb-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/79lW4YqjX-w/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198835827347582946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCX5o-6gb-I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/79lW4YqjX-w/s200/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TADAA!!..the end product..as u can see, the top part is abit crooked coz i pandai2 open the oven door whilst it was baking causing the cake to sink and thus causing the top part to crack hahaha!..joe has learnt sumthing new again =.=' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCX6dO6gb_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/w9GnkizS2hY/s1600-h/DSC01281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198836724995747826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCX6dO6gb_I/AAAAAAAAAZY/w9GnkizS2hY/s200/DSC01281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my very own baked cheesecake..the base is quite cacat but nevermindlahh..first try ma. Enjoyed eating this with vanilla ice cream mmmmmmmmmmm... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 reasons why i did it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i like cheesecake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;a lot of girls like cheesecake&lt;/strong&gt;.-important point here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha! So guys, go and bake one for ur gal today.Thanks for reading and hope u all learnt sumthing new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thts all for now. Cya~ &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/6728135431163605677-1873932180488749963?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1873932180488749963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1873932180488749963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1873932180488749963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1873932180488749963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/05/bake-cake-with-joe.html' title='bake a cake with joe'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SCVtX-6gb5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/djFEB4O1V1s/s72-c/DSC01274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-4663080141178123281</id><published>2008-05-02T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:17:32.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello sem 3</title><content type='html'>Hols are over and another sem is here. And this time i've come mentally prepared. Haha!.Come what may! Biochem? i dont fear you.Genetics? I spit at you. Shit ass electives? I kill you with my gaze.(i sound very confident now, but after the intro week i may feel differently)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i must say the holiday was fun and offered much needed rest eventhough it was short..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtC37uTT6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/4V9d9IAySkk/s1600-h/DSC01259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195820123794132898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtC37uTT6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/4V9d9IAySkk/s200/DSC01259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking for Ms See's baby present with my classmates in One utama...where we spotted some very naughty toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtD3ruTT7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/nNxCYPBBxU0/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195821219010793394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtD3ruTT7I/AAAAAAAAAX4/nNxCYPBBxU0/s200/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oblivious to the dirty looks they get from shoppers, the 2 stuffed toys get it on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, enough with sick stuff..flew back to miri and spent time with my family and friends. I even learned how to bake a cheesecake from my mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtF5buTT8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/y2iiPjd6LDE/s1600-h/DSC01282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195823448098820034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtF5buTT8I/AAAAAAAAAYA/y2iiPjd6LDE/s200/DSC01282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my masterpiece.I swear its just like secret recipe..maybe even better.HAHA!I'll do a post on how to make one in the near future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtHhruTT9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/MFb5zUgQVIA/s1600-h/DSC01291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195825239100182482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtHhruTT9I/AAAAAAAAAYI/MFb5zUgQVIA/s200/DSC01291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ofcourse, a trip to the beach..oh the lovely beach.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtI9ruTT-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qha4-E9zvGU/s1600-h/DSC01289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195826819648147426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtI9ruTT-I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qha4-E9zvGU/s200/DSC01289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a lower tide would have made this place heaven but still lovely nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtJwLuTT_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/LCJrISuG6i4/s1600-h/DSC01292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195827687231541234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtJwLuTT_I/AAAAAAAAAYY/LCJrISuG6i4/s200/DSC01292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one last shot before leaving.The horizon at 5pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now im back in the hostel..grey and dull. I bring back a few things from miri. Good memories, sandfly bites and the burning desire to get things right from day 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be back in another 4 months. 4 months of struggles and stress, pain and euphoria.Till then, the beach will have to wait. Adios people.Sem 3 here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-4663080141178123281?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/4663080141178123281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=4663080141178123281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4663080141178123281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/4663080141178123281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello-sem-3.html' title='hello sem 3'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SBtC37uTT6I/AAAAAAAAAXw/4V9d9IAySkk/s72-c/DSC01259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6975212988150550920</id><published>2008-04-20T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:20:55.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my friends part 1(the St.Co years)</title><content type='html'>im missing the days when i could just take my motorbike and go to one of my friends place just to lepak. Sigh. So im gonna dedicate this post to my pals from St.Co who have gone to the furthest reaches of the world(or malaysia) in pursuit of education..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuB-ie9wgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/N6QU3iMG9ys/s1600-h/class+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191385906883183106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuB-ie9wgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/N6QU3iMG9ys/s320/class+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my beloved 5L2, second class of the science stream. Though most of my good friends are from here, many of my most trusted companions are also from 5L1 and 5L3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuDISe9whI/AAAAAAAAAOI/I6tJhHeOwls/s1600-h/vincent+kantoi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191387173898535442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuDISe9whI/AAAAAAAAAOI/I6tJhHeOwls/s320/vincent+kantoi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly, this is vincent/vince/Don chicken. My best buddy and also the ketua pengawas of stco prefect board 2004-2005.Ive known this fella since form 1, when we met in the science lab and broke the ice by laughing at the sperm drawing on the blackboard.We have been table mates for many many years.Sorry for using this pic man, but i find it hilarious. Hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuGVie9wiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UnPjg7eHgBI/s1600-h/basil+or+ging+ching+take+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191390700066685474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuGVie9wiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/UnPjg7eHgBI/s320/basil+or+ging+ching+take+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is Avery Wee CHEE SIN..my other best buddy..Ive known this asshole since primary 5.We went trough lots of crap as buddies including bullying a kid called jeremiah, a motorcycle accident and a hell lot of other things. This is the guy respoonsible for teaching me about the erotic powers of internet search engines(way back in primary 5 mind you). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuIEie9wjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wSHdfFNgMd4/s1600-h/P4200051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191392607032164914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuIEie9wjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/wSHdfFNgMd4/s320/P4200051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together they were my most trusted friends. Id take wise advice from vince, and id release stress on avery. See, everyone plays a role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuKcSe9wkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ymb1TFliKLg/s1600-h/DSC03050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191395214077313602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuKcSe9wkI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Ymb1TFliKLg/s320/DSC03050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we did many silly things as friends. wayne, vince and naya doing the nerd pose at the lobby of dynasty hotel. Hahaha!But nothing beats this la..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuMACe9wlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Z5nlblEqe44/s1600-h/P6210081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191396927769264722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuMACe9wlI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Z5nlblEqe44/s320/P6210081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, avery was always known for his ability to openly embrace other peoples culture. HAHA!! Avery playing the fool during mufti day at St.Co. Theres a spot in hell reserved for u man..hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3YR7uTSvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HRtm4yU_gW4/s1600-h/DSC03256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192043748029319922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3YR7uTSvI/AAAAAAAAAO8/HRtm4yU_gW4/s320/DSC03256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is rachel..our head girl of the prefect board 2004-2005.Ive known rach since like from form 2 i think.Used to fetch her from her house go tuition on my motorbike. HAHAhA!!! I still remember the first time u rode with me rach. Nasib didnt accident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3ZwLuTSwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7R7p3eSV0bQ/s1600-h/DSC03280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192045367231990530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3ZwLuTSwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7R7p3eSV0bQ/s320/DSC03280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, if u mention rach, mestilah got hannah also. Two of them were the best of friends.I first got to know hannah way back in primary 1 but werent really friends wif her till sekolah menegah.Rach and hannah always planned crazy things..kelab donut la, kelab muruku la..macam2 la these two. And we always had those pointless gatherings in hannah's house...Miss ya loads babe. Im sure ure enjoying urself up there =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3caruTSxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rY7RdSJ82N8/s1600-h/DSC00852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192048296399686418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3caruTSxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/rY7RdSJ82N8/s320/DSC00852.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gen and nadine..in this pic nadine still look so cute. Now so sexy oredi hahahaha!Gen was the most fierce girl ive met(SM queen)..yes, dont play2 with her..especially at THAT time of the month.. nads was always so cheerfull and bubbly. but wait..theres another member missing...&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3dU7uTSyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LFBkRd6Oygc/s1600-h/DSC00853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192049297127066402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3dU7uTSyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/LFBkRd6Oygc/s320/DSC00853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, mestilah Evangeline Stanley..and dont forget the Ipkis. She always confuse words and their meanings..for example microscope and telescope... she would use a microscope to view the night sky and telescope to look at slides HAHAHAHAhA!These 3 make up the row behind me and vince in class and always kena paksa to give free massage and also copy their addmaths b4 class.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3e0ruTSzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Efofy7gXiAQ/s1600-h/Prefectorial+Board+2004+333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192050942099540786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA3e0ruTSzI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Efofy7gXiAQ/s320/Prefectorial+Board+2004+333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jason and naya. The 2 musicians from ISCF and also prefects of stco.Naya was assistant head boy btw.I had no idea what prompted them to pose like this but its hilarious hahaha!Jason was also my history buddy who shared a similar passion in military and politics and weve been close friends ever since form 1. As for naya, he's just a plain clown.HAHA! sori la pok. If he had nothing else to say, he'd just announce " bah, ku mok pegi berak lok" or something similar . I first met naya in primary school and was my 'tugas' partner in the primary school prefect board.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4I9LuTS0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/gj4BAUQY8kc/s1600-h/Lau.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192097267616795458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4I9LuTS0I/AAAAAAAAAPk/gj4BAUQY8kc/s320/Lau.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not forgetting Lau Hui Siong a.k.a Malau. First got to know him in form 1. He was class monitor and i was his assistant! hahaha. I remember when me,lau vince and avery would go and play basketball in the dark. Stupid. Then those tattoed samseng guys would suddenly come and ask us to play wif them..man, tht was reli scary hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4LvLuTS1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/SfTC2gttL4I/s1600-h/wayne+n+ivan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192100325633510226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4LvLuTS1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/SfTC2gttL4I/s320/wayne+n+ivan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally, wayne the athelete and ivan the guitarist.Buddies of mine eversince primary 4 and 5 respectively. All together, this bunch of people make up my second family, the people i trust and care for just as i would to my own family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4OxbuTS2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/3w1pwl6kbt0/s1600-h/Picture+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192103662823099234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4OxbuTS2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/3w1pwl6kbt0/s320/Picture+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one of the many illegal night staybacks which we did to complete backdrops for events. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7LyLuTTTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/P9h6JuI7xMI/s1600-h/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192311483405651250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7LyLuTTTI/AAAAAAAAAS8/P9h6JuI7xMI/s320/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adrian steward our crazy senior giving birth on prefect's night. HAhaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4QuLuTS3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/aKDNryZxo40/s1600-h/P5300009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192105806011779954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4QuLuTS3I/AAAAAAAAAP8/aKDNryZxo40/s320/P5300009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me n avery fishing at the beach..vince took the photo. Bear in mind this was a few weeks before spm and we still berani go fishing despite having no idea how to fish hahaha!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4RibuTS4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/xrk387TeRz4/s1600-h/P5300011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192106703659944834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4RibuTS4I/AAAAAAAAAQE/xrk387TeRz4/s320/P5300011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;man, i was damn sexy in form 5 hahahahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7IaLuTTRI/AAAAAAAAASs/1S5YGSi7fwQ/s1600-h/DSC03104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192307772553907474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7IaLuTTRI/AAAAAAAAASs/1S5YGSi7fwQ/s320/DSC03104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us were made to attend a course on sexual abstinence before marriage called 'no apologies'. As u can see, i wasnt too interested. LOL!the Penolong kanan signed my pledge card(which i still keep)..so when i want to get it on, id just have to imagine mdm wong's face...what a turn off. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4SbLuTS5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/DoSmeXQ4cic/s1600-h/DSC03309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192107678617521042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4SbLuTS5I/AAAAAAAAAQM/DoSmeXQ4cic/s320/DSC03309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this was taken in Bio tuition..no wonder i got a B4 for spm bio. HAHA..busy reading those soppy romance novels when i was supposed to try out past yr papers..tht piece of ppr on the floor.(the title of the book is sweet dreams btw..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7NjruTTUI/AAAAAAAAATE/UZxjGFF7x_Y/s1600-h/DSC03427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192313433320803650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7NjruTTUI/AAAAAAAAATE/UZxjGFF7x_Y/s320/DSC03427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In SMK St.Joseph miri..this trip was to foster better ties with the St.Joe prefects as well as exchanging ideas and opinions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4Um7uTS6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/slOX-eETQxk/s1600-h/DSC03369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192110079504239522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4Um7uTS6I/AAAAAAAAAQU/slOX-eETQxk/s320/DSC03369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just some examples of what St.co form 5 students do in their free time...my childhood pal Basil playing air guitar on a broomstick..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7OW7uTTVI/AAAAAAAAATM/xeA4E_5u9iA/s1600-h/DSC03384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192314313789099346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7OW7uTTVI/AAAAAAAAATM/xeA4E_5u9iA/s320/DSC03384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the silly L1 trio..basil,ivan n wayne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4WxLuTS8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/AjVCcttozsw/s1600-h/DSC03785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192112454621154242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4WxLuTS8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/AjVCcttozsw/s320/DSC03785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;racial harmony at its best. Darrel Wee wearing a kelabit hat. HAHA!!!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4X6buTS9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/JU-uVtmzEWU/s1600-h/DSC03937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192113713046571986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4X6buTS9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/JU-uVtmzEWU/s320/DSC03937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dancing in the bilik mesyurat.hahaha!..and Jin Wei(first dude) looks like he's in pain..or maybe hes just shy LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4ZtruTS-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/b_0ojzgb_cU/s1600-h/DSC03078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192115693026495458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4ZtruTS-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/b_0ojzgb_cU/s320/DSC03078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most of us had this ability..ability to fall asleep anywhere anytime(important skill!!!!). As demonstrated by rachel here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4bZbuTS_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mdJE6x7WLOc/s1600-h/DSC03945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192117544157400050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4bZbuTS_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/mdJE6x7WLOc/s320/DSC03945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rach again..she's a real pro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7JnLuTTSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-lJRnAHMWog/s1600-h/DSC03135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192309095403834658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7JnLuTTSI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-lJRnAHMWog/s320/DSC03135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jin wei in the library..got air con mah.hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4cGbuTTBI/AAAAAAAAARE/-Hc_PmgDVSQ/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192118317251513362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4cGbuTTBI/AAAAAAAAARE/-Hc_PmgDVSQ/s320/Copy+of+Picture+311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's another one..jin wei, albert and david.pretty gay dont u think. LOL. I think this was taken sumwhere behind the dewan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4dP7uTTCI/AAAAAAAAARM/WsKxSek1xe0/s1600-h/Picture+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192119579971898402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4dP7uTTCI/AAAAAAAAARM/WsKxSek1xe0/s320/Picture+312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA!!!! tht stick was taken from the tong sampah btw.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4eL7uTTDI/AAAAAAAAARU/cOBrhBTDnaY/s1600-h/Copy+of+Picture+318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192120610764049458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4eL7uTTDI/AAAAAAAAARU/cOBrhBTDnaY/s320/Copy+of+Picture+318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but hannah takes the prize lah...check out her advance napping technique. Ini memang tahap dewa lah. HAhahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7Q-7uTTXI/AAAAAAAAATc/z4eezrVBnGc/s1600-h/Picture+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192317200007122290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7Q-7uTTXI/AAAAAAAAATc/z4eezrVBnGc/s320/Picture+080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, technically this man isnt a friend of mine. He's our school principal Mr. Wong King Kui..sporting fella but can be unreasonable at times. He's a good guy despite being not very popular among some of the staff.He's cool with me, so im making him my honorary friend..hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh..these pics really bring those days back.but its quite impossible to cram years of memories in a single blogpost.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7Tr7uTTYI/AAAAAAAAATk/Paq5pHEC7EU/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192320172124491138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7Tr7uTTYI/AAAAAAAAATk/Paq5pHEC7EU/s320/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4gtLuTTEI/AAAAAAAAARc/GKJyDfV2ef0/s1600-h/P6210036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192123381017955394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4gtLuTTEI/AAAAAAAAARc/GKJyDfV2ef0/s320/P6210036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4hM7uTTFI/AAAAAAAAARk/b1L0a1J5fGg/s1600-h/Friends+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192123926478802002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4hM7uTTFI/AAAAAAAAARk/b1L0a1J5fGg/s200/Friends+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4hnLuTTGI/AAAAAAAAARs/3OIGV-GCCEE/s1600-h/Friends+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192124377450368098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4hnLuTTGI/AAAAAAAAARs/3OIGV-GCCEE/s200/Friends+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4i07uTTII/AAAAAAAAAR4/MIvxXsEaNA8/s1600-h/DSC03909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192125713185197186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4i07uTTII/AAAAAAAAAR4/MIvxXsEaNA8/s320/DSC03909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4jQLuTTJI/AAAAAAAAASA/vYXtzCTRbLk/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC03055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192126181336632466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4jQLuTTJI/AAAAAAAAASA/vYXtzCTRbLk/s320/Copy+of+DSC03055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4j_buTTLI/AAAAAAAAASM/g-172ISu-OY/s1600-h/DSC00935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192126993085451442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4j_buTTLI/AAAAAAAAASM/g-172ISu-OY/s320/DSC00935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4kkbuTTMI/AAAAAAAAASU/h1y73ujom1Y/s1600-h/DSC03273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192127628740611266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA4kkbuTTMI/AAAAAAAAASU/h1y73ujom1Y/s200/DSC03273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7P8LuTTWI/AAAAAAAAATU/TdXXAididTE/s1600-h/P4200055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192316053250854242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SA7P8LuTTWI/AAAAAAAAATU/TdXXAididTE/s320/P4200055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but no matter where u guys are, u'll always be on my mind and in my heart. I love St. Co!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/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/6728135431163605677-6975212988150550920?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6975212988150550920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6975212988150550920&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6975212988150550920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6975212988150550920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-friends-part-1the-stco-years.html' title='my friends part 1(the St.Co years)'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAuB-ie9wgI/AAAAAAAAAOA/N6QU3iMG9ys/s72-c/class+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-2250106535967076349</id><published>2008-04-20T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T05:31:23.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Iban</title><content type='html'>For those that do not know , i am iban..not chinese, not malay, not from indonesia, definitely not serani(portugese gypsies) and not orang asli( negrito, sakai..etc). I am not a muslim and no, i do not worship pagan gods who resemble chickens/birds for example singalang burung, the iban god of war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maternal grandmother IS half chinese if that answers any questions..(my great grandfather was from china)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its surprising what people can come up with..these semenanjung-ans...tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that pisses me off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh? Ure Iban?..Back at home, do your ppl dress like this?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAsiBye9wbI/AAAAAAAAANY/nCgfkpzkVcs/s1600-h/iban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191280409601491378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAsiBye9wbI/AAAAAAAAANY/nCgfkpzkVcs/s200/iban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer i want to tell them but i dont&lt;em&gt;:have you ever asked yourself, would it be practical??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i suppose this is what you do in your free time..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAsigye9wcI/AAAAAAAAANg/KYx5bDoYMj8/s1600-h/iban4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191280942177436098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAsigye9wcI/AAAAAAAAANg/KYx5bDoYMj8/s200/iban4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer i want to tell them but i dont&lt;em&gt;:yes, complete with scenic waterfall and full hunting gear, we ibans love to hunt birds in between mealtimes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The level of ignorance in some of them simply amazes me. Well, i would blame it on a faulty education system (especially the pictures and drawings they put up in our sejarah textbooks)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but really la..have you ever seen a chinese mum wearing a cheongsam to send her kid to tuition??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;or a mum of malay heritage doing household chores wearing their finest kebaya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sounds ridiculous right?the same principal applies people.&lt;/p&gt;I admit, were not the most technologically developed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAs0DSe9wdI/AAAAAAAAANo/SyE5dELORWM/s1600-h/iban&amp;amp;compaq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191300226580595154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAs0DSe9wdI/AAAAAAAAANo/SyE5dELORWM/s200/iban%26compaq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but were getting there eventually la..steady as she goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid post i know..blame it on boredom :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now, Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-2250106535967076349?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/2250106535967076349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=2250106535967076349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2250106535967076349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/2250106535967076349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/04/iban.html' title='Iban'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/SAsiBye9wbI/AAAAAAAAANY/nCgfkpzkVcs/s72-c/iban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6494207863788139551</id><published>2008-04-18T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:03:18.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another sem over</title><content type='html'>It has been ages since i last updated..very2 sorry for that. U can blame it on my damn final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 papers spread over 5 days. Mon-fri. 8-10am each day. @@!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that its over, i finally can resume living life normally. Yes, that means regular sleeping hours, not too much time on the books( campbell and reece BIOLOGY 7th edition..i bid thou goodbye), and actually having a life other than the god forsaken world of invertebrates,prokaryotes,fungi, archea, bacteria,prehistoric plants and other abstract forms of life which i could hardly care for....ARGHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, will be heading back home after 4 months in college. Yipee! Homecooked food..i crave for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among my holiday activites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach, Barbeque, lazing around, lepak with old freinds,fitness training(if im feeling exceptionally rajin!) and also trying to finish On War, a book which i purchased sometime in january this year.(only got to page 20 i think..), learn to cook and bake from mum and any other fun things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to return with stronger legs so i can kickbox more efficiently..and try to lose somemore belly fat haha..yes, my ultimate goal is to be the most toughest and fearsome heavyweight kickboxer Inti has to offer...and im still afraid of roaches(and some girls in the class..which i shall not name for reasons of security). Oh well, life needs balance right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now, have a long day tomorrow. Will post pictures as soon as the fucked up "extreme" broadband fixes whatever is wrong with the inti server..Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6494207863788139551?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6494207863788139551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6494207863788139551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6494207863788139551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6494207863788139551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-sem-over.html' title='another sem over'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8742171096359979667</id><published>2008-03-21T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T20:11:57.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camwhore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;first of all, sorry for the hiatus. Ive been so busy with test, lab reports, assignments..u name it i got it. Ive been pestered by some people to update, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As me, vivian and michelle were on our way back from midvalley(check out &lt;a href="http://v-viantan.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vivian's blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for details on the midvalley trip)the topic of camwhoring came up.The girls camwhored most of the time in midvalley, apart from times when i was dragged to be the photographer...in tht case, it wasnt camwhoring, but normal picture-taking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyways, since someone(s) insisted i update *AHEm*, i thought, why not talk about camwhoring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think almost everyone is guilty of it, and yes even me. To take profile photo for MSN and facebook ma..hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I normally wouldnt have any troubles with camwhoring..unless people start to do funny things. Im sure some of you have seen friendster photos tht would be enough to make you hurl right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me and my frens use to call it "PAN CUTE"...i think it translates as try to act cute..not too sure of the spelling tho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some examples, courtesy of moi, the author. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WARNING&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;DISTURBING IMAGES SHOWN. MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR MINORS. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QMRWU4UgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WtabI3-8E9g/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180278963573379586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QMRWU4UgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WtabI3-8E9g/s200/DSC01098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KAWAAII NEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for starters, we start with this simple one..not too bad yet..still havent start cramp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QLQGU4UfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sGdo8IDptj4/s1600-h/DSC01090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180277842586915314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QLQGU4UfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/sGdo8IDptj4/s200/DSC01090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nah..this one is the upgraded version..facial muscles start to kena cramp oredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sumtimes u see weird ones like this..i tried to figure out the meaning..perhaps u can help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QNlWU4UhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8yf_DXTv5sc/s1600-h/DSC01092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180280406682391058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QNlWU4UhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/8yf_DXTv5sc/s200/DSC01092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHAHA!!! a retarded way of squeezing pimples perhaps..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And im not sure if they have it in semenanjung..but in miri, the shopping complexes always have those photo booths where u can print out ur own sticker photos..ahlian magnet!!!! NAH..A VERY DISTURBING EXAMPLE especially for my beloved readers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QQFGU4UiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i4-W9ZqEZcI/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180283151166493218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QQFGU4UiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i4-W9ZqEZcI/s200/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CUTEZ CUTEZ DE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its disturbing for u all okay..but trust me, i suffered more trying to delve into the minds of ahlians, and actually taking the photos...utterly disturbing experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the finale, a must-have-for every ahlian camwhoring session..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QSMWU4UjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/21ZjRx33tbQ/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180285474743800370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QSMWU4UjI/AAAAAAAAAMo/21ZjRx33tbQ/s200/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KISS ME!!! MUARHXZZ MUARHXZZZ&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no offence to the people who take photos like this...thts ur lifestyle and ur choice..but wouldnt it be nicer to take photos with at least a decent form of facial expression??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QTymU4UkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QTR2Rb6UC6c/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180287231385424450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QTymU4UkI/AAAAAAAAAMw/QTR2Rb6UC6c/s200/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;see..no peace sign, no annoying stupid sticker effects, no lip pouting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, different people have different sense of proper i guess. Maybe im just being too old fashioned and its true i generally dont like taking photos when going out, so yeah..its probably just not my interest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story is..please dont over-do it when camwhoring..everything in moderation please hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im sure ure all sick of seeing me do my thing..i understand how you feel..so i shall show you readers how its done professionally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QVj2U4UlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wYdRAANUErE/s1600-h/DSC01115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180289177005609554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QVj2U4UlI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wYdRAANUErE/s200/DSC01115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAAAA..presenting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Michelle Tang, DSCAU, SEM2, AGE: 2X(secret!)&lt;/span&gt; along with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vivian Tan&lt;/span&gt;. Notice how these 2 are very professional in this field..ada lighting lagi FUYOOO..in the KTM sumore u know..train shaking2 and yet the hand so steady can take photos like this..ini memang PRO habis2.HAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmkaay. Thts all for now..try to update as soon as im free again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to all who gave me postive feedback on the previous posts over msn, i thank you very much..i do wish however to request u all to use the comments application or the cbox, so tht my blog don look so dead lah.Thanks for wasting ur precious time reading my shitz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signin out~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-8742171096359979667?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8742171096359979667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8742171096359979667&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8742171096359979667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8742171096359979667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/03/camwhore.html' title='camwhore'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R-QMRWU4UgI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WtabI3-8E9g/s72-c/DSC01098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-9108373096369135235</id><published>2008-03-07T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:20:17.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choice</title><content type='html'>In life, we have to make choices. The choices we make in the present sets in motion the events which will happen in the future. If only man had the wisdom to see the consequences of his choice, in other words, foresight.The best we mortals can do is make an educated guess, a calculated risk and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children, we didnt have much of a choice. Pretty much everything was decided by our parents. From what time you slept, to which school you would study in. As children, we loathed this lack of freedom. However, if things were to go wrong, parents were always there to fix things for you and most of the time, problems would end up fine and dandy. Pro and con. Balanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young adult, i now have to make choices of my own. Where I want to study, what I want to do with my life, what do I want to make of my future etc..again, parents are always there, but their role have been diminished to simply giving advise and opinion, apart from financial support. Ultimately, if things were to go bad due to your choice, you'd have to fix things up yourself, and suffer the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Many thoughts swim my mind now, choices choices choices. Everything from academic related problems to matters pertaining to my personal life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing ever is to have regrets. Regrets of the choices you took,and thinking of the things you could do if it were possible to go back in time to start things over. The possibilities are endless, and it is this kind of thoughts which eats at you slowly, killing your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander the Great once said, "fortune favours the bold." His empire crumbled in the end..but his legacy lived on.Stick to the status quo and be content...or bravely take risks,step out of your comfort zone and untap the rewards reserved for those who dare to dream.Thats my million dollar question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimately its &lt;em&gt;my choice&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;mine alone&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-9108373096369135235?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9108373096369135235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=9108373096369135235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9108373096369135235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9108373096369135235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/03/choice.html' title='choice'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6125255211821542863</id><published>2008-03-03T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:41:43.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion.........not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last saturday was a highly anticipated day, the impromtu reunion of my A-levels friends( our clique only la)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposed to meet at midvalley, and enjoy the day shopping, hanging around and catching up with each other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but one by one, most of em cancelled for one reason or another..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So left wif me and manda..hahahaha!!! sad....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite that, we persisted, and i made my epic journey from Inti college-Nilai KTM-Midvalley KTM( about an hour plus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was good to meet wif amanda and talk crap like the good old times, and its true tht some things never change haha!..went clothes shopping etc, baskin robbins bla bla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THEN..on our way to the Gardens..we stumbled upon a Doughnut shop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8uzoHFFzZI/AAAAAAAAALo/h2s9Zf4jXMU/s1600-h/BigAppleDoughnuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173426098641685906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8uzoHFFzZI/AAAAAAAAALo/h2s9Zf4jXMU/s200/BigAppleDoughnuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda insisted we try...to my reluctance i agreed.(I was won over after looking at some pics and watching the cook do his thang haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8u0mXFFzaI/AAAAAAAAALw/B0sVXk8qWA8/s1600-h/DSC00943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173427168088542626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8u0mXFFzaI/AAAAAAAAALw/B0sVXk8qWA8/s200/DSC00943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmmm.....the good stuff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was it good?It was more than good..theres no suitable words,coz its description is of a higher level which no superlative can ever dream of reaching hahahahahaha!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just to prove it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8u23XFFzbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7RPIcQY2CBU/s1600-h/Copy+of+Midv+-+1st+March+"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173429659169574322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8u23XFFzbI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7RPIcQY2CBU/s200/Copy+of+Midv+-+1st+March+%2708+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA!!! I was so 'high' eating that white choc+cheese doughnut mmmmmmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even the Ice queen got 'high'..it must be really good then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8u3yXFFzcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wm37wbjYaPA/s1600-h/DSC00944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173430672781856194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8u3yXFFzcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/wm37wbjYaPA/s200/DSC00944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry manda, i couldnt resist..hopefully ur harga saham wont fall too much haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it wwas reli fun, would have been better still if the whole gang could've made it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thres supposed to be a reunion mid of this year, hopefully everyone can come that time round..and hav fun like the good ol days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to see all u guys soon!&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/6728135431163605677-6125255211821542863?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6125255211821542863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6125255211821542863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6125255211821542863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6125255211821542863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/03/reunionnot.html' title='Reunion.........not'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8uzoHFFzZI/AAAAAAAAALo/h2s9Zf4jXMU/s72-c/BigAppleDoughnuts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-3933202630645444992</id><published>2008-02-27T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T10:57:22.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>egg</title><content type='html'>BEHOLD.....the chicken egg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gTrXFFzOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zdTXQ7BKnqI/s1600-h/egg8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172405807685684450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gTrXFFzOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zdTXQ7BKnqI/s200/egg8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever wondered about chicken eggs? That hard boiled egg that you eat in the morning, or the bulls eye egg which comes with your nasi lemak??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gUI3FFzPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ao8CmNDVPGA/s1600-h/egg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172406314491825394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gUI3FFzPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ao8CmNDVPGA/s200/egg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mmmmmmm..nasi lemakk.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What IS the chicken egg&lt;/span&gt;?that is the question that has bothered me for quite some time, and wednesday's Molecular cell bio lesson on Animal Form made me more curious than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We basically learnt that the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;egg contains an embryo, a developing chick&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gWBXFFzQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NAc8RuBXTUQ/s1600-h/egg5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172408384666062082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gWBXFFzQI/AAAAAAAAAKg/NAc8RuBXTUQ/s200/egg5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this would have been usefull in BIO119 prac...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YUX! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUt......Why when we open the egg inside no embryo LEH!?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disgusting looking half-developed corpse of an unborn chicken.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gWhHFFzRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eSzC6dUgl_4/s1600-h/egg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172408930126908690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gWhHFFzRI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eSzC6dUgl_4/s200/egg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ewwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all you see is the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;egg white and the egg yolk&lt;/span&gt;..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, me and my*ahem* super intelligent lab partner &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIVIAN TAN&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gYqHFFzSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JCgKR_p8gJA/s1600-h/Copy+of+Vivian+n+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172411283768986914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gYqHFFzSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/JCgKR_p8gJA/s200/Copy+of+Vivian+n+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made a few hypothesis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Hypothesis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hen's lay eggs regardless of being fertilized&lt;/span&gt;(fucked) by the Cock or not,That is to say that the hen &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;does not need to have sperm fertilize its ovum to produce an egg, just that the egg comes out naturally as part of the hen's life cycle&lt;/span&gt;.However, sperm plus ovum do produce fertillized eggs which would eventually hatch into chicks, and the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eggs which are not fertillized are the ones we eat..so basically, there are TWO kinds of eggs produced by chickens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gZeXFFzTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rA24baIEHWU/s1600-h/egg4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172412181417151794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gZeXFFzTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/rA24baIEHWU/s200/egg4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it doesnt work like this...but wht the hell, a funny pic nonetheless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Hypothesis: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get the egg, the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cock must mate with the hen, sperm+ovum=fertillized egg.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gckXFFzVI/AAAAAAAAALI/1XaTXbCC8jY/s1600-h/egg7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172415583031250258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gckXFFzVI/AAAAAAAAALI/1XaTXbCC8jY/s200/egg7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The hen lays the eggs and the farmer collects them. There is no developing embryo within the egg we eat coz the farmers already &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;terminate the embryo developing process&lt;/span&gt; using "&lt;strong&gt;chemicals&lt;/strong&gt;" HAHA!!! =.=' AISEHmen..scientific betul dia ni! hahahaha!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in short, vivian suggested only one kind of egg, a fertile one resulting from sperm and ovum whose embryo stage would artificially terminated, in order for consumers to eat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i suggested two kinds of eggs, one fertile, and one non fertile( inside no embryo, boleh dimakan kasi goreng atau rebus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to explain diagramatically, the chickens must carry out the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; following steps&lt;/span&gt; before producing eggs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WARNING.BULLSHIT SECTION&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;em&gt;has no scientific basis whtsoever&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gaD3FFzUI/AAAAAAAAALA/y-BCik1jvPg/s1600-h/egg3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172412825662246210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gaD3FFzUI/AAAAAAAAALA/y-BCik1jvPg/s200/egg3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;first, the excited couple reads this important piece of literature...for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;family planning purposes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA! No apologies, no regrets.Remember, Abstinence is the best!, Boys and Girls..no no to pre-maritial sex. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gdgXFFzWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_-tMGqj2Htk/s1600-h/egg6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172416613823401314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gdgXFFzWI/AAAAAAAAALQ/_-tMGqj2Htk/s200/egg6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After both parties give their consensus, and maturely weigh the risks involved in sexual reproduction(condom bocor,menstrual cycle timing not cun or shooting too damn fast..excited maaaaa) they can proceed*&lt;em&gt;marvin gaye's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lets get it on&lt;/span&gt; starts playing&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8ggI3FFzXI/AAAAAAAAALY/Lx88EQajNnw/s1600-h/egg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172419508631358834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8ggI3FFzXI/AAAAAAAAALY/Lx88EQajNnw/s200/egg9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u know i know lah wht happens next.. getting it on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a hypothesis which she added bcoz she disagreed with mine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IF the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hen can lay eggs without being fucked&lt;/span&gt;, then how come &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some eggs can develop into chicks leh?!? I thought egg and sperm have to fuse with each other to produce chicks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suggested hypothesis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the egg come out frm the hen, the Cockerel &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;masturbates&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;spray its sperm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;on the eggs&lt;/span&gt;. Those tht&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; kena spray will hatch as chicks LOR&lt;/span&gt;! EAsy as ABC!Those tht tak kena, we eat for breakfast lah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I aspire to be an established medical researcher one day, and Vivian wants to be a crime scene investigator..evidently we still have a long way to go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*BULLSHIT SECTION ENDS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to vivian, i got hold of the answer in google answers and it says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hens begin laying at 18 – 20 weeks of age&lt;/span&gt; and a healthy chicken will lay about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; egg a day. A&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; hen does not need a rooster to lay eggs and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eggs are produced in response to day light patterns. The eggs we buy in the store are not fertilized&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/em&gt;this is my hypothesis!!!)&lt;em&gt;. The size of the egg is dependant on the age of the hen. Older birds lay larger eggs."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ofac.org/factsheets/fact11.html"&gt;www.ofac.org/factsheets/fact11.html&lt;/a&gt; - visit this to read the full article&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the conclusion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the eggs we eat, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;contain no embryo&lt;/span&gt;, just the egg white and yolk, which provide&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; nutrients&lt;/span&gt; for the embryo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHOULD it be fertilized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks like im the clear winner...well, what can i say?HAHA!!!..ure lucky didn bet wif me vivian, if not sure u pokai dy by now hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so dear readers, i hope u learnt something new by reading this..if not, then nevermind lah..for those who are concerned that eating eggs is like eating embryo's or unborn babies, u can sleep peacefully now haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ps: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im so gonna get it on monday but who cares..this post revenge for the one u wrote abt the blood test thingy..jangan marah ya~~ hahahahaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&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/6728135431163605677-3933202630645444992?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3933202630645444992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=3933202630645444992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3933202630645444992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3933202630645444992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/02/egg.html' title='egg'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R8gTrXFFzOI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/zdTXQ7BKnqI/s72-c/egg8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-5748092835261075922</id><published>2008-02-22T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T02:16:25.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>getting lazier..</title><content type='html'>the title says it all. getting lazier to update..getting lazier to finish lab reports..getting lazier to do homework/revise/additional reading etc.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, being the lazy me, ill condense the events of one week in a single post.( not in chronological order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;firstly, car on fire..kacau me doing my BIO119 assignmnt. I looked out my hostel window to see every one sakai-ing(pls excuse the engrish) at something..so naturally i went and sakai-ed with them. Being a proud malaysian, i took photos as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R76X-aSbhhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LTwGRwuM-Og/s1600-h/DSC00873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169736520732214802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R76X-aSbhhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LTwGRwuM-Og/s200/DSC00873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;burn baby burn!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bomba came and put the fire out..lucky no one got hurt( i think!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then...beer and food with the guys..i had double helping of eastern chicken chop whateverucallit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R76ZpqSbhiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WUiMdPOoyik/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169738363273184802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R76ZpqSbhiI/AAAAAAAAAKA/WUiMdPOoyik/s200/DSC00798.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;it was fun..should do it more often..talking is a bit easier when its all guys and with the presence of 'special water' haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a cleansing ritual before BIO119 test..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I booked my place in heaven by donating blood..ERk! haha just joking man! Went to donate for the very first time..i didn know all the procedures tht went wif blood donation..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. filling out a bloody long form( adakah anda pernah melanggani pelacur?hahaha!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. blood test, weight measurement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. blood pressure reading, confirm facts with the doc..&lt;br /&gt;4. recieve ur little red book..which says SIJIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i proped myself on the reclining chair and waited for the nurse..she took out this small syringe.i thought to myself..oh, thts so tiny, this isnt gonna hurt....untill she sed" ini untuk kasi dia bius"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF! *by now i was ready to leave*She took out the real needle and it was big...for those tht play football, the needle is slightly thicker than the ball pump needle..bigger in diameter....they took out 450ml and paid me with biscuits and hot milo..i got a cert too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R76craSbhjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2IUSemoH1YQ/s1600-h/DSC00857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169741691872839218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R76craSbhjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/2IUSemoH1YQ/s200/DSC00857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...yg telah bermurah hati mendermakan darahnya sebanyak 1 kali" haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and finally, ysterday. My first full sparring session in kickboxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was so dead nervous...my training buddies helped me put on my armour pad and boxing gloves..most importantly, the dick guard a.k.a "cup" to protect ur kuku jiao.(i put this on myself btw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Messed up my leg pretty badly when i landed my round kick on my opponent's knee..the smart bugger raised his knee to protect his abdomen( shin at full swing+knee=not good)..i got hit with a few solid punches to the face, which burst my ulcer, cracked my lower lip and left me dazed haha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt fight well, punches were off, my right leg was useless due to the mishap and i kept on lowering my hands which invited more solid punches to my face..i did manage to hurt him a bit,with a few kicks to the ribs and stomach plus a straight jab to his face, a few hooks here n there...but it was not enough....would have lost on a point-point basis.baptism of fire in it's finest sense :D.Cant wait for the next spar session!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thts all for now, needa plan wht to do for tomorrow( de-stress day)~signing out.&lt;/div&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/6728135431163605677-5748092835261075922?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5748092835261075922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=5748092835261075922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5748092835261075922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5748092835261075922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/02/getting-lazier.html' title='getting lazier..'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R76X-aSbhhI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LTwGRwuM-Og/s72-c/DSC00873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8717488488580652526</id><published>2008-02-12T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:32:18.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kickboxing</title><content type='html'>Went for kickboxing yesterday..its official, im hooked to the sport. Being overweight and not flexible, most people would probably laugh at the idea of me seriously trying it out..but ive fallen in love with it. My rope skipping skills are getting better although i still look like a circus bear trying to show off his skills when i do it..managed to pull of 50 in a row hahaha! Which is nothing compared to Ah Lim( our instructer a.k.a master a.k.a 'sir') who does like a few hundreds in a matter of minutes..cant really see the rope even. We then warmed up our legs by kicking d arm pads for a few mins..quite pleased with my right leg which managed to make a loud sounding 'bang' on impact..but my left leg is pathetic..for all my efforts, i managed a weak 'puff' upon hitting the arm pads haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so..of the kickboxing session, we learned a few cool things..cross-jab and hook combo, followed by low kicks and high kick as well as a chokehold/throw move...dunno whts the name. And then we did something which i dreaded..Evasive rolling. Wtf! I think i looked like Humpty Dumpty when i tried..but the master said it was pretty good hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then did evasive jumping...to release ourselves from an opponent, we were told to jump away with arms spread out landing flat on our backs........i seriously dont know whats the use, but we did it anyways..and now my back is pretty messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the day! my first sparring session( wasnt expecting this at all!)..Ah lim suddenly took out a few pairs of gloves and told us tht we were not to kick or punch each other(wtf right...-at this point the excitement faded)However, we were supposed to use grappling techniques learnt earlier to take our opponent down, each time our opponent hits the floor, we counted it as 1 point in our favour.ALRIGHT!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was paired with a kickboxing senior, taller than myself, quite well built but not as heavy as me. My buddies help me put on my gloves at the same time giving advise( The Contender la rasa hahahaha!!!) I muttered a short prayer before stepping in the fight area( first fight wht!!! takut maa) All eyes were on the two of us..i swear i heard someone shout SUMO!..ure lucky i didnt see who it was -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The master stepped in between and waved his hand..fight!We touched gloves and It was on biatch..honestly my mind was blank..most of the stuff i did was instinctive..grapple, throw, grab grab, trip, slam..i was so dead tired after a few mins i actually sat down during the fight hahahaha!!!!( to the laughter of my friends and instructer) My opponent shouted " Come on..No stamina ah!?"ANGER!(no la..i actually laughed when he sed tht)..so i decided to try something new..i got up, moved around to try to find the right angle..and i saw the chance. I rushed at his thighs to deliver a rugby tackle(to his surprise)..something which i had not done in quite sometime, but it was perfect nonetheless. It floored him and i managed to keep my balance..the feeling was of ecstacy, the perfect marriage of 2 sports..i circled around the fallen senior like a prize fighter to the chants of "rhino! rhino!rhino!"..the final score was 8-1 in my favour and i was happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went back feeling really satisfied.Despite my body being bruised, my butt taking more punishment than sparco shock absorbers,biceps and pectorial muscles hurting like mad..Im still looking forward to the next session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R7K36KSbhgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/K3EFSg92dKE/s1600-h/yodsanklai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166393932369331714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R7K36KSbhgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/K3EFSg92dKE/s320/yodsanklai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fear him&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yodsanklai, current WBC Muay Thai world champion..wouldnt call him an idol but definately a source of awe and inspiration. Check him out on wiki and you'll know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thts it for now peeps..back to studying. Signing out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-8717488488580652526?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8717488488580652526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8717488488580652526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8717488488580652526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8717488488580652526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/02/kickboxing.html' title='kickboxing'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R7K36KSbhgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/K3EFSg92dKE/s72-c/yodsanklai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-287998754315173162</id><published>2008-02-07T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T06:24:24.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>The holidays for me is unofficially over..it's the first day of CNY and im back here in college. It kinda looks like a scene from the movie 28 days later..it's so deserted. The flickering toilet lights didnt help either..feels like a bloodthirsty-rabid-insane zombie was gonna jump me when i was pissing. Of course there are a few african, indon and indian/pakistani/bangladeshi students hanging around..but not much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent most of the time during the hols reading On War by Carl Von Clausewitz..it just gave me a headache trying to make sense of things which are way out of my league..for example this sentence....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt; if war ended in a single solution or a number of simultaneous ones, then naturally all the preparations for the same would have a tendency to the extreme, for an omission could not in any way be repaired; the utmost, then, that the world of reality could furnish as a guide for us would be the preperations of the enemy,as far as they are known to us; all the rest would fall into the domain of the abstract&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf man.....domains? Extreme? Abstract??? Sounds like he's talking about functions...f(x) and shit like that. There's some more actually but my fingers would ache if i were to type it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my chem test 1 results back and it sux big time..gagal dengan cemerlangnya..kinda reminds me of my addmath days in form4-5. Theres no point in crying about it though..nasi sudah menjadi bubur.&lt;br /&gt;I did some rough calculations and figured i could still salvage the final mark..I'd have to fight for a B but ill find a way.I always do hahaha!!( Mum's voice rings in my head...raised voice btw " BY HOOK OR BY CROOK YOU MUST DO WELL..I DONT CARE!!!!!")*shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, i have my lab reports and assignments to finish..I also have to study for 3 tests which are gonna slap us in the face the moment class resumes..the most pressing of which is MACIBAI122 ..i mean MCB122(mollecular and cell bio) For my Master plan to succeed, the other 4 subs must be perfect..given tht chem is a lost cause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, thts it for now peeps..To all my chinese buddies, Happy New Year..have the time of ur lives while you still can..then return with a happy heart to the hell-pit known as INTI, where ill be waiting..haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-287998754315173162?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/287998754315173162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=287998754315173162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/287998754315173162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/287998754315173162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/02/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6136297183050430875</id><published>2008-02-04T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:43:21.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>saman</title><content type='html'>i think i've reached the very limit of boredom..because i found this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6f1BhJrfII/AAAAAAAAAJg/ttCpkMPvRQI/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163364904231206018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6f1BhJrfII/AAAAAAAAAJg/ttCpkMPvRQI/s200/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the result slip you get after the mandatory JPJ driving test..my ticket to a driving license and freedom. So anyways, i found it near my laptop..and as i was reading through the results, i realized something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6f15BJrfJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9zBPd5LCZ7M/s1600-h/DSC00731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163365857713945746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6f15BJrfJI/AAAAAAAAAJo/9zBPd5LCZ7M/s320/DSC00731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the really crappy picture quality, w850i's werent meant to be hardcore cameraphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it says this..bellow tandatangan penguji, theres cop nama dan jawatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOHD. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAMAN&lt;/span&gt; B. HARUN&lt;br /&gt;PEG. PENGANGKUTAN JALAN(N17)&lt;br /&gt;JPJ W.P K.LUMPUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha! born to be an enforcement officer..jeez im so lifeless right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: the holidays are killing me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6136297183050430875?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6136297183050430875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6136297183050430875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6136297183050430875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6136297183050430875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/02/saman.html' title='saman'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6f1BhJrfII/AAAAAAAAAJg/ttCpkMPvRQI/s72-c/DSC00729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-6338607469071930820</id><published>2008-02-03T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T06:41:33.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner</title><content type='html'>ok, today i attempted to cook my own dinner for the 4th time ever. My previous cooking attempts gave me food poisoning(maggie goreng, attempt #3) and utterly miserable meals..and so i braced myself for the worst. My brothers went out to have canadian pizza..for some reason i didnt want to go, and hence was left to fend for myself in our apartment. I opened the fridge and found the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chicken fillet&lt;br /&gt;2. Eggs&lt;br /&gt;3. Cheese filled sausages&lt;br /&gt;4. Strawberry milk..&lt;br /&gt;5. some butter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6W3RhJrfEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HlISrS_Q6hY/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6W3RhJrfEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HlISrS_Q6hY/s200/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162734059434769474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That old christian acronym crept to my mind..WWJD. What would JESUS do..well,i wouldnt know what he would have done, but JOSHUA would have done something that would not make a big mess and could be cooked fast.&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to pan fry the fillets using butter and salt as my miserable marinade..boiled the sausages and scrambled the eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6W4PRJrfFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rWEAOdFUkP8/s1600-h/DSC00718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6W4PRJrfFI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rWEAOdFUkP8/s200/DSC00718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162735120291691602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANGER!an over dramatization of me trying to open the sausage packet....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6W5XxJrfGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/96v3nbH17aM/s1600-h/DSC00720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6W5XxJrfGI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/96v3nbH17aM/s200/DSC00720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162736365832207458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the smell was heavenly..though the taste was mediocre :C&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to battle with the frying pan because hot butter was spitting all over the place and some actually landed on my foot..ouch. Just like how the hot oil jumped and hit Avery WEE CHEE SIN last year( or was it 2006) when we were trying to cook french fries..and I imediately carried out efficient first aid on him as he was screaming his ass off.Apparently,we didnt understand the concept of de-frosting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6W6WBJrfHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iNojp0DaT1U/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6W6WBJrfHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/iNojp0DaT1U/s200/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162737435279064178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know it looks like breakfast..but thats the only thing i know how to do..LAUGH LA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila! Turned out to be quite ok. The fillets were a bit tasteless despite having a mouth watering aroma but at least it was all cooked :s . Not very satisfying but i was proud of myself..so far no stomach discomfort so that seems ok.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have to learn more advance stuff.I really want to make things that involve making our own sauces like sweet and sour fish, lemon chicken and stuff like that..anyone willing to teach? haha! Gotta get a girl who's a pro in the kitchen AHAKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Camwhoring whilst cooking was not easy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-6338607469071930820?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/6338607469071930820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=6338607469071930820&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6338607469071930820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/6338607469071930820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/02/dinner.html' title='dinner'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R6W3RhJrfEI/AAAAAAAAAJA/HlISrS_Q6hY/s72-c/DSC00715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8069463819190823419</id><published>2008-02-02T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T03:11:24.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true love way</title><content type='html'>It's the first day of the chinese new year break. While most of my chinese friends are having/going to have the time of their lives with family and friends, I on the other hand will rot here in the hell pit known as USJ 11, Subang Jaya(home of the rats which are as big as cats and bastard-drivers who dont know how to use turn signals).So, being a procrastinater, i refuse to do the pile of work i inherited from last week and last last week, opting to do it just before class starts..hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;So, back to the title of my latest post, true love way. Its a title of a song by Kings of Leon, one of my favourite bands. Why suddenly blog about a song u ask? Well, ive been listening to it more than 5 times in row and my iTunes says that it has been played a total of 84 times..so i decided to really study the lyrics, maybe to shed some light on why i like it so much..and wow, it gets kinda deep and emo at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts with this verse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want in, like a substitute&lt;br /&gt;I've been working awful hard for you&lt;br /&gt;But you don't say, you just hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;So I can't touch what I haven't yet&lt;br /&gt;She's a poor one and it hurts me so&lt;br /&gt;And it's a dark path and a heck of a cold&lt;br /&gt;And she can feel me like she did before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my interpretation of this verse is that of unrequited love..its sort of like that you care/love for someone and show it and yet its not returned...hahaha! pain pain and more pain for the heart~the poor bugger..i know how he feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the chorus goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh we'd be so free&lt;br /&gt;Happy alone&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a smile&lt;br /&gt;So far from home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the singer's wish i guess, of what could be if it really happens..to me, its a really meaningful way to put it in words..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 2nd verse goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Push in and I pull it away&lt;br /&gt;It a hard part but the true love way&lt;br /&gt;Girl you're wanted like a wanted man&lt;br /&gt;With your smart mouth and your killer hands&lt;br /&gt;we could both share all that I have made&lt;br /&gt;For a young man its a heck of a wage&lt;br /&gt;And I feel crazy when I see your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! the first part sounds kinda dirty..but thats open to interpretation and also how yellow ur mind is..but basically still expressing how much he loves the girl and what he is willing to do to get her..typical for a lovestruck male( normal XY male lah..)&lt;br /&gt;the last chorus is an extension of the old one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause we'd be so free&lt;br /&gt;Happy alone&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a smile&lt;br /&gt;So far from home&lt;br /&gt;And we would laugh&lt;br /&gt;Laugh till we cry&lt;br /&gt;Making a song&lt;br /&gt;Making me lie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i know its kinda hard to imagine without actually listening to the song first, but i really it..the vocals sounds so pained and emotional..and the beat isnt too complicated with relatively simple guitar and bass patterns..its not one of those emo MCR rock songs for those that do not know Kings of Leon. To me, its a really good expression of the feelings of a person whos in love but just cant get it..not that im feeling the exact same way, just that i appreciate what the singers trying to show.&lt;br /&gt;Hrmmm..Maybe i can use my time to write some nice lyrics with a simple chord progression to follow..valentines day soon! theres no better excuse to write a song on guitar hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing out~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-8069463819190823419?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8069463819190823419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8069463819190823419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8069463819190823419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8069463819190823419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-love-way.html' title='true love way'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1244928077117224675</id><published>2008-01-25T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:43:21.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overdue update</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, sorry for not updating as frequently..been really2 busy these past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;This week was kinda interesting..firstly, a Molecular and Cell bio lab session in which we determined our blood and rhesus types. We had to prick our finger with a lancet..the most humane way to draw blood i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5nH6BJrfBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KC4Bt69ISgc/s1600-h/DSC00897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5nH6BJrfBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KC4Bt69ISgc/s200/DSC00897.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159374647684987922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our weapon of choice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine, except that i had to be pricked twice in order to extract enough blood to carry out the tests..probably due to thick skin on my finger tips( or because vivian dunno how to poke properly..haha!hrmm..)&lt;br /&gt;The same cant be said for my unfortunate lab partner..havent even shoot the lancet yet already screaming like mad..and then kept pulling her hand away at the last minute..After a few attempts, i managed to succesfully prick her and blood just came gushing out..Nervous la tuu, ur heart mustve been pumping at like 180 beats per minute haha!...blame me again for not pricking properly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5nJ_BJrfCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wKx-kG6bsyU/s1600-h/DSC00893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5nJ_BJrfCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/wKx-kG6bsyU/s200/DSC00893.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159376932607589410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the poor thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tested our blood in various antiserum solutions and observed for clumping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5nMCxJrfDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XfF4X1xoZLo/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5nMCxJrfDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XfF4X1xoZLo/s200/DSC00649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159379196055354418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadaa...mine(left) basically says that im AB with positive rhesus and vivian's(right) says that shes B with positive rhesus as well.&lt;br /&gt;We then observed our own nucleus for Barr Bodies..to make it short and sweet without going into much bio, if ure a girl u have one and if ur a guy, u dont have one. And im not to sure if i could find any in vivian's nucleus oopsss HAHAHAHA! joking!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, i had BIO119 lab in which i was 'married' to Miss Yap(shivers....) and produced 2 heterozygous children..all in the name of science..and also to prove the Hardy-Weinberg theorem wrong HAHA! No pictures from that utterly disturbing day..we did however do an experiment in which we mutated a bacteria culture using ultraviolet light to give rise to a more antibiotic resisting strain..and it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with dear Nadine on Wednesday..ivan betrayed us. Went to Midvalley and did some shopping..the shops were so so packed.Urgh. Ive been there enough times to memorize most of the shops location. Nadine told me stuff which i had not known for almost 2 years..how shocking to only find out now hahaha!..had a good time catching up on each other's life. Next time we lepak again k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peak of my week. Bloody Thursdays. As usual..class started at 8am..Chem lab was ok, centrifuged solutions for qualitative analysis of cations..had a BTE quiz as well..break at 1pm, resumed classes at 2pm. Had more fun with SPSS in the Computer lab and finally ended the day at 6pm with Ms Yap's BIO119 lecture(boring, got angry..lousy mood overall)..and theennn..went for Chinese Kickboxing at 7.15pm till 10pm..let loose my inner aggression on the punching bag. It was really fun despite being totally drained by the end of it. I learnt the proper fighting stance as well as cross jabs and knee butts..cant wait to get started on the really cool stuff..like grappling, joint locks, low kicks, etc...&lt;br /&gt;The 'warm up' was a killer though..skip rope 200 times, sit up 30 times and pushup 30 times..did this other thing in which we had to pull our upper body off the ground (face facing the floor)while someone else sat on ur legs..sort of the opposite of a situp.i felt like a worm..30 times as well. Ill look like Hulk Hogan by the end of this sem hahaha!( i wish :s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for now..ill update again as soon as i feel like it...probably when im bored. See ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-1244928077117224675?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1244928077117224675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1244928077117224675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1244928077117224675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1244928077117224675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/01/overdue-update.html' title='overdue update'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5nH6BJrfBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/KC4Bt69ISgc/s72-c/DSC00897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-3938933800701078918</id><published>2008-01-17T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T19:04:01.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy thursdays</title><content type='html'>as i said,thursdays are a bitch..8am-6pm with only a one hour break..i went through it for the first time yesterday. Surprisingly i was ok despite not having lunch. I did however survive on Ritz cheese biscuits,oranges and some of vivians biscuits haha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5AVWvZ7BhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qOUcyre1Mws/s1600-h/DSC00840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5AVWvZ7BhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qOUcyre1Mws/s200/DSC00840.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156645053765715474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and michelle in the computer lab..i was eating my cheese biscuits...still insist on taking photos again.Got a penyibuk at the back there also haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally depleted by the time BIO119 started(4-6pm lecture)..i remember vaguely the lecturer talking about a comet..*wooossshhh bom!*Pshhhtttt*(her very own sound fx) causing mass extinction among terrestial specieses..and something about a molecular clock..other than that i was totally stoned..&lt;br /&gt;I felt kinda sorry for the lecturer, because we were so dead..and she was soooo full of spirit to teach..despite having lots of the syllabus to cover, she decided let us out early after hearing our tragic tale..&lt;br /&gt;Managed to grab a bite to eat before attending the Life Science Society meeting..this wan because kena paksa by wendy la, Wendy liu from the 4th sem hahahaha!Nah, i promo ur name on my blog..our boss(chairperson la) in the life science society. Meeting ended around 7 something, and i went back to my room feeling like a corpse..still i had chem assignment and math to complete due the next day..no rest for the wicked. so technically, i was working from like 8am-11pm..with a few breaks in between of course..i cant wait for next thursday..oh joy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-3938933800701078918?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/3938933800701078918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=3938933800701078918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3938933800701078918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/3938933800701078918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/01/crazy-thursdays.html' title='crazy thursdays'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R5AVWvZ7BhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/qOUcyre1Mws/s72-c/DSC00840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-226781630988402050</id><published>2008-01-15T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:41:40.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random ramblings of a very random guy</title><content type='html'>Its 9.24 pm..papers litter my study table. I have my BTE 100 notes infront of me, but it doesnt want to go in..directly in front of me is my laptop..and above that on the ledge are 2 of my favourite books..The Godfather by Mario Puzo and On War by Carl Von Clausewitz..the latter contains english from 1908 and its actually translated from german so its kinda hard to understand and it requires some effort to digest..in a closed window theres an unfinished MCB122 lab report to type and in my bag theres an untouched BIO119 report to start..and here i am blogging. Life is beautiful =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been doing pushups and situps along with some shadow boxing recently( suggested by chunhao) i thought id be stronger and be more able to defend myself if i were to be suddenly attacked by a wierdo..but the only effects which i can feel now is that my arms and tummy hurt like mad..it hurts when i cough ,laugh and sneeze..i wouldnt be able to even fight a primary school kid if one suddenly decides to attack me.SIGH..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have much money left so i cant enjoy my favourite foods and drinks..100 plus oh how i miss thou.Oh McD's meal number 7 large with 6pcs nuggets( barbeque sauce!), how i miss thou. Why not enough money? haha..So anyways, Thursdays are a bitch..class starts at 8am and ends at 6pm with only an hour break..even that is partially taken for 'extra' BTE100 classes..SIGHHHHHHH. That means my holy lunch hour has been desecrated..those responsible for this will pay dearly..even worst, i dont think i can remain focused for that amount of time..ive got an overactive imagination which becomes kinda vivid when too bored..and tomorrow i want to attend the talk on stem cells by a visiting lecturer from the University of Newcastle's faculty of Biomedical Science..but it coincides with my MCB122 lecture. SIGHHHHHhHH*(*&amp;&amp;&amp;(^()$#$%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rains alot so that means i cant really play football..my only escape from stress and reality..oh, that sweet feeling of striking the ball, to see it fly gracefully in the air, finding the back of the net..a perfect marraige of grace and power..OH HOW I MISS THOU!!!!!!!!!!!! I cant ramble too much because i got lotsa work to finish..but what the hell...i havent been playing my guitar for so long and the rugby ball has not been touched for at least a month..this is probably one of those 'bad weeks' so at least a 'good week' should be comming up right? right? isnt that how karma works? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it all, my trusted puma shoes which i have been wearing almost everyday since august 2006 is giving way..i bought it in midvalley during the megasale for rm 100..now the days of that poor thing are numbered..not surprising considering the fact that i use it to attend lectures, go shopping, play futsal, jogging and whatever ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today i actually fell down because i was trying to check out this hot chick...Damn you Xue Neng for tempting me! And i didnt even catch a glimpse..embarrased but not a glimpse..thats like paying for a Maggie goreng double but getting a Maggie goreng single..or getting nothing at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to stop swearing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for listening to me my good blog..i can now study in peace muahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-226781630988402050?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/226781630988402050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=226781630988402050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/226781630988402050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/226781630988402050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-ramblings-of-very-random-guy.html' title='random ramblings of a very random guy'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8612012858597879301</id><published>2008-01-10T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T04:50:27.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>football</title><content type='html'>yesterday i baptised my new boots with mud,sweat and soil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4ba9PZ7BZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/K362u3Y39PE/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4ba9PZ7BZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/K362u3Y39PE/s200/DSC00028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154047569214244242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name under the boot says Terreno Duro..so i guess ill just call it Terreno or Terry( john terry la rasa haha!)..i tested its feel and power by whacking the ball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4bcHPZ7BaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UC6r9sS4tpg/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4bcHPZ7BaI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UC6r9sS4tpg/s200/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154048840524563874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i must say im a happy customer because it feels great..the boot hugs my feet well and the feeling of striking the ball with power was so natural.&lt;br /&gt;We sem 2 guys had such a great time playing football from 5-7..a great stress reliever considering the workload we have this sem(but still have time to play??haha). Especially when uve got someone like eugene..it never becomes boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4bdgPZ7BbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jRwyYp26Ojo/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4bdgPZ7BbI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jRwyYp26Ojo/s200/DSC00019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154050369532921266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i told him to wear his shoes, but nooo, he refused to wear,and paid the ultimate price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4bfLPZ7BcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BcpbEsytzsA/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4bfLPZ7BcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BcpbEsytzsA/s200/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154052207778923970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4csoPZ7BdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/shhKbsHKk8M/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4csoPZ7BdI/AAAAAAAAAIA/shhKbsHKk8M/s200/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154137368390469074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woops! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few bad things about the inti field..terrain is uneven at certain parts..and theres a forest directly behind the goal post..so if you kick too hard and high, this is what you have to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4i3DvZ7BgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9-R6jiXIfMA/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4i3DvZ7BgI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9-R6jiXIfMA/s320/Copy+of+DSC00030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154571048418215426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes..the flag im carrying was taken from the corner of the field..pinjam sekejap to poke the ball from the bushes..and those plants are sharp mind you! So we continued playing, practising free kicks and basic ball control as well as trying to pull of some fancy set up to score which often failed haha! still need lots of  practice. Hope to be doing this atleast twice a week so that i can meet some of my new year resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4isO_Z7BfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FpSTlBgbWNI/s1600-h/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4isO_Z7BfI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/FpSTlBgbWNI/s320/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154559147063838194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the guys..kian rin, eugene, myself and chun hao..jon was taking the pic haha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now..signin out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-8612012858597879301?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8612012858597879301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8612012858597879301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8612012858597879301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8612012858597879301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/01/football.html' title='football'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4ba9PZ7BZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/K362u3Y39PE/s72-c/DSC00028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-5048892604210758620</id><published>2008-01-08T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:03:47.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged by vivian</title><content type='html'>For those who are being tagged, you need to answer 20questions (choose any 19 questions from the one who has tagged you, and add 1 question of your own). Send it to at least 8 bloggers and you will get all the blessing from everyone. You can't tag the one who has tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You prefer rainy day or sunny day? and why?&lt;br /&gt;sunny days but with heavy clouds..so i can play football without being burnt black haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What colour do you like most?&lt;br /&gt;black mixed with red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the last thing you would tell a person you love?&lt;br /&gt;ill know what to say when the situation comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do when you are in deep sadness?&lt;br /&gt;stare at the wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you scare to lose in your life?&lt;br /&gt;peace and stability..basically i fear life's many insecurities..economic recession, social catastrophe, political instability,war,genocide,famine,natural disasters and the list goes on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;helping those who are helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If a genie appeared in front of you, what would you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;that all those things in point number 5 never has to happen anywhere in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. When do you wish to settle down?&lt;br /&gt;When i have a steady job, earning a steady income and in a steady relationship..when im in between 27-30 years old? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love and Money, which one do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Love i think, then again, love doesnt feed an empty stomach..if we're talking about which one id like to have more of, then it'll be love. Lets not be naive, financial stability is important..but money ISN'T everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you ever want to let go something in your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;too many things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If you ever meet someone that you love, what would you do to her/him?&lt;br /&gt;hrmmm..cuddle and be quiet, enjoying each other's company maybe with a warm drink in hand?haha!..im not very romantic or creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. List out 3 good points of the one who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! all i know is that theres never a dull moment when she's around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Which type of person you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;posers, back-stabbers..people who toy around with other people's emotions...really pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Christmas is coming, who would you like to celebrate with?&lt;br /&gt;too late buddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Outer attractiveness or inner attractiveness, which one do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;inner attractiveness...this is kinda lame, but outer attractiveness fades with time..however,it doesnt hurt to have a beautiful girl with an equally beautiful soul..lucky you lah if u got haha! jelous saya nanti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Until now, what is the moment that you regret most?&lt;br /&gt;Not taking good care of my body when i was younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Which place in the earth do you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;the arctic circle..always wanted to see the polar bears, seals and walrusses..not forgetting the aurora effect in the night sky and extremely cold sub zero temperatures, and i somehow find the desolate icy wasteland romantic...and after tht id like to go to europe and russia to check out the historical sites &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Your ideal guy/girl.&lt;br /&gt;ideal girl..hoho! apply the 3C principle..cute, caring and considerate..definitely not perfect, because firstly its unrealistic and besides, imperfection brings out the spice in life..hopefully not someone too argumentative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many kids do u want in the future?&lt;br /&gt;hav to bincang wif the wife..ini mesti mau planning betul betul haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever wanna do this then do lah, i malas wanna tag people..so i just tag whoever reads it hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-5048892604210758620?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5048892604210758620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=5048892604210758620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5048892604210758620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5048892604210758620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged-by-vivian.html' title='tagged by vivian'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-5458273484999636414</id><published>2008-01-07T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:32:41.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>I search for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's finally mine, i'll try my very best to make it last as long as possible.But i know all things come to an end. The inevitable passage of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes and goes like the ever so unpredictable gust of wind.Impossible to hold on to and to keep forever.That feeling is what gives me the strength to continue living life as it is. Despite the overwhelming odds which society puts against me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With it comes joy. With it also comes laughter. When you're feeling it, you can forget about your troubles and pains though only for a moment.Because at that instant, the world is perfect, beautiful,just as it was intended to be. No, that's just a naive dream of little children.Because this is an ugly and unfair world.Populated by a society which judges superficially, which shows no mercy nor pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That temporary moment of perfection, of satisfaction of jubilation is enough though. It renews my vigour, it renews my strength.To trudge on. One step at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i continue to search for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4Lrn_Z7BYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zyX4-_NOz1k/s1600-h/DSC00567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4Lrn_Z7BYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zyX4-_NOz1k/s200/DSC00567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152939995932853634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;five minutes ago, this was a plate of maggie goreng...i dont like veggies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i continue to search for happiness =) Have you found yours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-5458273484999636414?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/5458273484999636414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=5458273484999636414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5458273484999636414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/5458273484999636414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R4Lrn_Z7BYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/zyX4-_NOz1k/s72-c/DSC00567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-7639359818411372992</id><published>2008-01-04T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:27:17.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a random post</title><content type='html'>i know this is totally random, but i cant help blogging about this. We all have heard of disgusting campus tales, for example seeing 2 pairs of legs(male) in a male shower cubicle..taking a shower together. Or perhaps the ever so common tales of student suicide and ghosts and whatnot..yawn. Doesnt sound that bad.untill u experience it for yourself that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i shall add another one in the book of Inti urban myths..shitting on the floor of the shower cubicle.WHAT??? How disgusting u say...nah, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R35bDPZ7BXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qk8HyyUpZ98/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R35bDPZ7BXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qk8HyyUpZ98/s200/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151655134991418738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pic was taken at the ground floor shower cubicle of block L, first cubicle from the right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, chun hao and xue neng( 3 aspiring biotech and biomedical scientists) had a short 'discussion' about the various possibilities..3 hypothesis were put forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a dog came in and did it&lt;br /&gt;2. a cat did it&lt;br /&gt;3. a guy was too desperate while showering so he just 'went' there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one by one, using reasoning skills learnt in Lab sessions, we eliminated them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant really be dog shit..it was a bit too big..dogs are rare on campus anyways. I dont think ive ever seen a stray one here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are however plenty of cats on campus..but thts wayyyy to big for cat shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leaves us with hypothesis number 3..based on size and texture, im pretty certain. as for how it got there, tht remains unknown..we can only think of the many different scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: please wear adequate protective gear while taking a shower..like rubber sandals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-7639359818411372992?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/7639359818411372992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=7639359818411372992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7639359818411372992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/7639359818411372992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-post.html' title='a random post'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R35bDPZ7BXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Qk8HyyUpZ98/s72-c/DSC00555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-8362605508505169580</id><published>2008-01-01T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T06:31:04.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first post of 2008</title><content type='html'>So its the new year. Most people ushered it in a grand way, a toast in a fancy restaurant perhaps or maybe even a gathering with good friends. As for me, i was half asleep on the couch in my USJ 11 apartment watching Starship Troopers on Tv9 or was it NTV 7 hrmmmmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R3pHSvZ7BVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yyhJequTC9U/s1600-h/starship%2520troopers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R3pHSvZ7BVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yyhJequTC9U/s200/starship%2520troopers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150507511139992914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year!!!! Now help me kill this big muthafucka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the blog seems to be doing well since restarting it sometime in november so i guess ill continue polluting my little area on the world wide web with more shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieved my time table for sem 2..busy week..lucky for me lab sessions only starts on week 3 huahuahua..this means that the first 2 weeks we're very freeeeeee..no lab reports to hand in  =D  .&lt;br /&gt;And ive decided to go on a low carb diet..its still important to have some tho unless u wanna risk ketosis and die a painfull death..so being the genius me, ill have breakfast(preferable) or lunch rich in carbohydrates and dinner with none or &lt;br /&gt;very little..then id cut on soft drinks..instead ill have chinese tea ice mmmmm(its cheaper too..kill two birds with one stone yeah!!!)..have to drink lotsa plain water in between meals as well to ensure my urine doesnt look like teh bunga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R3pKuvZ7BWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Iyk6_CDsegI/s1600-h/9780321269843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R3pKuvZ7BWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Iyk6_CDsegI/s200/9780321269843.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150511290711213410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is going to be my bible for the next 4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-8362605508505169580?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/8362605508505169580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=8362605508505169580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8362605508505169580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/8362605508505169580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-post-of-2008.html' title='first post of 2008'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R3pHSvZ7BVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yyhJequTC9U/s72-c/starship%2520troopers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-1503301915413470925</id><published>2007-12-26T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T09:42:30.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>another year ends</title><content type='html'>i know its a bit early but im not sure if i'll be having any internet connection during the new year so yeah..im gonna sum up the year 2007 here and now..hasn't really been a good year for me..full of drama and ups and downs. It's probably wiser for me to list events as follows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most disappointing moment...receiving A levels results, and all the drama occurred after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most happy moment..making great new friends in Inti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most heartbreaking moment..i wouldnt divulge that here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most encouraging moment..given another chance to hope =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most unexpected moment..enjoying molecular and cell biology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most confusing moment...same as point number 3 and maybe point number 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most enlightening moment..listening to the Christmas sermon delivered by the Dean of St. Thomas Cathedral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really think of anything else..and of course, seeing that the new year is coming, i'd set the sky as the limits to my goal..so this year is no exception =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 resolutions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lose 15 kilo's or more&lt;br /&gt;2. be able to jog 1 km in a respectable amount of time&lt;br /&gt;3. obtain at least 3.6 and above cGPA for year 1&lt;br /&gt;4. improve rugby and football skills..especially in taking free kicks and shooting&lt;br /&gt;5. improve stamina!!&lt;br /&gt;6. get buff..ok la, at least get rid of my man boobs and protruding fats cukupla&lt;br /&gt;7. increase in drive and aggression..for use in sports only la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla bla..ill think of more as the new year approaches..even if i get one out of the six is good enough la..and having high goals is a good thing just like Machiavelli once said...i cant find his book so ill add the quote some other time la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, Joshua's self motivation motto for 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lose the fat,get the grades,bag a girl&lt;br /&gt;because...&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is nothing..ACKKK!!! ok, the last line cannot be included... later addidas sue me pulak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! happy new year to all of u guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-1503301915413470925?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/1503301915413470925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=1503301915413470925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1503301915413470925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/1503301915413470925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2007/12/another-year-ends.html' title='another year ends'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-9221682760804352729</id><published>2007-12-19T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:12:57.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the holidays go on and on and on and on and.....</title><content type='html'>Ive just came back from my KL shopping spree about 2 days ago...well it was actually my sister's Christmas shopping spree. I was just a bodyguard/driver =( . I was however well fed so im rather satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really exciting happened there, did meet up with jon and we hung out in Midvalley for more than 8 hours? HAHA! really pointless man..and we watched I Am Legend, which in my opinion sucked. &lt;br /&gt;on our last day there,me and my sis went to this place in Bukit Bintang called the Starhill Gallery..the sort of place which makes me feel sick..kinda like kryptonite to superman. Ok, most, if not all the stuff there are high class-upmarket goods which are unreachable for most malaysians..Instead of a help desk, they have a concierge desk( wow! fantastic de england). And people open doors for you, and they wear business suits..The complex carries brands like Luis Vuitton,Gucci, Givenchy, Fendi and some names i've never even heard of..like Van Cleef and Arpels..wtf????&lt;br /&gt;Would you pay rm 40,000 for a bag???? I dont care if its croc skin or ostrich or whatever..with that kinda money u can pay half the cost of a very decent car or even settle the down payment of your house..i really dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;however, i did manage to clock another 300+ km on the tachometer..mostly done on the federal highway and LDP so at least i had the chance to brush up on my KL driving which is ALWAYS a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that im back in miri, i get to do things which i like best..like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R2nuGPZ7BSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MQ75HsbhJ3Y/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R2nuGPZ7BSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MQ75HsbhJ3Y/s200/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145905840229385506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing football in the morning with Gavin and his Bario higlanders hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R2nufvZ7BTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wOaIUdZRZv4/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R2nufvZ7BTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wOaIUdZRZv4/s200/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145906278316049714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my trusty boots and rugby ball..they have served me well in numerous games and practice sessions with the Sunway Stallions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R2nv9PZ7BUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/skav9d8gftc/s1600-h/DSC00469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R2nv9PZ7BUI/AAAAAAAAAG4/skav9d8gftc/s200/DSC00469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145907884633818434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this..my 'fun zone'..a strat copy, a marshall amp and a laptop with decent soundsytem is all one needs to pretend to be playing in a big concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..im a really simple minded person after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6728135431163605677-9221682760804352729?l=boredjoe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/feeds/9221682760804352729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6728135431163605677&amp;postID=9221682760804352729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9221682760804352729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6728135431163605677/posts/default/9221682760804352729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredjoe.blogspot.com/2007/12/holidays-go-on-and-on-and-on-and-on-and.html' title='the holidays go on and on and on and on and.....'/><author><name>Boredjoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18336791517635153032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M3jiLycytZU/ShhUa8mk-OI/AAAAAAAABFI/5v1BqTa-Y5w/S220/Picture0014.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M3jiLycytZU/R2nuGPZ7BSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MQ75HsbhJ3Y/s72-c/DSC00467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6728135431163605677.post-3967010024760452245</id><published>2007-12-17T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T08:03:20.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angau</title><content type='html'>its 1am in the morning and im having one of my philosophical moments. So why not blog it..thats what its for anyways..( warning: long and boring filler post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants it(well most normal people anyways)..some people just cant get it..like yours truly. Yes boys and girls, im talking about love. Not the parent-child love, or the sibling-sibling love..Im talking about the girl-guy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oxford defines it as :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  • noun 1 an intense feeling of deep affection. 2 a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone. 3 a great interest and pleasure in something. 4 a person or thing that one loves. 5 (in tennis, squash, etc.) a score of zero. apparently from the phrase play for love (i.e. the love of the game, not for money). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  • verb 1 feel love for. 2 like very much. 3 loving showing love or great care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  — PHRASES love me, love my dog proverb if you love someone, you must accept everything about them, even their faults or weaknesses. make love 1 have sexual intercourse. 2 (make love to) dated pay amorous attention to. there’s no love lost between there is mutual dislike between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  — DERIVATIVES loveless adjective lovingly adverb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  — ORIGIN Old English, related to LEAVE2 and LIEF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a band called The Darkness defines it as : love is only a feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i define it as : those warm fuzzy feelings that makes you go awwwww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, from here you can clearly see the difference in terms of mental-maturity of 3 different groups with varying levels of intellect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the sake of convenience, ill be talking from the perspective of a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a strange thing and is safe to say that its largely due to hormones raging in your body. The biological significance of wanting a partner is simple enough, because it is rooted in the very carnal instincts of all living organisms, that their genes must be passed on, to an offspring..to be more specific, make babies lah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course to do this, most normal people would have to'fall'for a member of the opposite sex. Im not saying that when u fall for someone, you'd immediately want to reproduce, no..thats just perverted. All im saying that its natural for us to fall in love, to want to care for someone, to want to protect someone and to defend the person whom he loves..complex feelings that probably evolved from the raw instincts to preserve our own genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarawakians call it angau, others call it lovesick. A strange phenomenon in which people do extremely stupid things to woo members of the opposite sex(normally guys would do it to girls lah)..they can include very irritating behaviour(call her everyday, to the extent of annoying her) to very sweet gestures('sweet' here is subjective to the nature of the girl). Guys suffering from this could probably be cought day dreaming, experience a change in behaviour and so on.As for me, i play the guitar in my room whereby i'd randomly play some cheesy sounding chord progression, making up the lyrics as i go along(sometimes i do make great sounding stuff though!) Angau-ness is the most dangerous time as guys would be rash in trying to express their feelings..again we go back to the point of exhibiting stupid behaviour. Seriously though, when it happened to me, i didnt realize what an idiot i was till it was too late, the damage had been done.You then would just have to make your face extra kaw kaw tebal and carry on as if nothing happened.hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways- the point is, we shouldnt rush things.Take it easy,take it slow..it takes time to develop mutual trust and respect- are among the common advice that girls give to friends. And a foundation of strong friendshp is always important..i used to think differently..but i now realise that its impossible to build strong relationships without  first laying strong foundations as friends..&lt;br /&gt;And also to guys who are in a rush to be unsingled ; a friend of mine once told me: 'don't you want only the very best to be your partner?'.&lt;br /&gt;Its up to you to take this as being unrealistic or not..but there is sense and truth in that statement . So when feelings overwhelm me, i come back to that thought and take a breath..count one to ten..spin around 10 times..sing mary had a little lamb..then ask myself,is she the right one? you sure this isn't just a fling? or maybe im just feeling bored and looking for some 'kick' in my life and ill get that by chasing a girl..hrmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay, by now some people would be like What THe FUCK man!! its just getting a girl!Have some fucking balls!okay, yeah you're right. But its not wrong to want to do things properly. But there would always be people who are quick to condemn you as being a square, oh well, thats their opinion. Do whatever makes you happy. but im determined to do it my way thats for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again theres the myth of love that lasts forever..probably no such thing in my opinion( im sorry ah liens and ah bengs~ :P  'i lap u forever lorrr, becoz our lap,itz so strong de,and i drive u here and there in wo de very fast de proton saga..muaxz muaxz..kekezzzz-whatever thats supposed to mean...urghh).&lt;br /&gt; After 20 years living together, that intial spark that started it all had either whithered away or is fading..and the thing which keeps the couple glued together is something other than love.,mutual interests,respect for character/personality, responsibilities(eg.children and all) and whole lotta other factors..i know this cause my parents told me on their 28th wedding anniversarry. It doesnt mean they dont love and care for each other.no, its far from that. Its just that other things hav to help support and maitain that initial love and pull the family through difficult times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had lots of arguments with friends wether or not its realistic to expect an individual to have a relationship only if it can last till marriage..till today i still dont know. why dont u help me answer =). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so guys, before we all go on and hunt/fish for the perfect one, please bear in mind..try not to hunt with your balls alone but try to use a bit of that organ we call a brain..respect girls and their boundaries. Be commited and serious. Dont play the fool with emotions and feelings..after all, hell hath no fury like a women scorned( in simple english, girls can get nasty..) and as a matter of principle, i dont take lightly to infedelity..one of the few things which REALLY ticks me off and is able to unleash my full violent inner self if it were ever to happen to me..wahsehhh hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top it all off, heres excrepts from a nice song by Interpol, titled slow hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but nobody searches&lt;br /&gt;And nobody cares somehow,&lt;br /&gt;When the loving that you've wasted&lt;br /&gt;Comes raining from a hapless cloud,&lt;br /&gt;Then I might stop and look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze,&lt;br /&gt;See the living that surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;Dissipate in a violet blaze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see what you've done to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and soul?&lt;br /&gt;its such a wasteland now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submit my incentive is romance&lt;br /&gt;I watch the pole dance of the stars,&lt;br /&gt;We rejoice because the hurting is so painless&lt;br /&gt;From the distance of passing cars,&lt;br /&gt;But I am married to your charms and grace&lt;br /&gt;I just go crazy like the good old days,&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to pick up a guitar&lt;br /&gt;And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see what you've done to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and soul?&lt;br /&gt;its such a wasteland now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here it is, a piece of my mind. Its my opinion and you have yours. Feel free to comment and whatever. Dont get nasty though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the single bastards,myself included..and yes you too avery wee chee sin, i salute you! Maybe we can find another reason for cheer and hapiness this chris
