<?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-8753014</id><updated>2011-11-24T08:10:43.936+08:00</updated><category term='flyff'/><title type='text'>Hybrid: The Story Continues</title><subtitle type='html'>Over a year has gone.  &lt;B&gt;HYBRID&lt;/B&gt; has recovered from his last fall after &lt;B&gt;FATE&lt;/B&gt;’s game and has continued to set forth with his life; &lt;B&gt;FATE&lt;/B&gt; still weaving &lt;I&gt;Her&lt;/I&gt; obstacles for him and the ‘&lt;I&gt;Demon of the Conscience&lt;/I&gt;’, &lt;B&gt;ID&lt;/B&gt; still present and battling with him as he progressed.&lt;br&gt;
How will his journey be from here onwards?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

&lt;B&gt;HYBRID&lt;/B&gt; smiles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

He’s looking forward to what’s ahead.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>272</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-6129049687443748542</id><published>2007-11-16T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T18:20:35.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my score in a IQ Test.</title><content type='html'>Wow... check out my score in an IQ Test that my elder sister recommended to me.&lt;br /&gt;Wow... I'm a Universal Genius... Go figure.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I had a few lucky guesses.  =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.testriffic.com/iq/12.gif" alt="IQ Test Score" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture to go to the site with the IQ Test... There're plenty more other tests available.&lt;br /&gt;Do post your results as comments.  I'd like to see how everyone does.  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-6129049687443748542?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/6129049687443748542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=6129049687443748542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/6129049687443748542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/6129049687443748542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-my-score-in-iq-test.html' title='Check out my score in a IQ Test.'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-807494752469470858</id><published>2007-11-11T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:06:38.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Quotable Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;A very meaningful quote.  Should remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:7;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;In anything at all, perfection is finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;attained not when there is no longer&lt;br /&gt;anything to add, but when there is no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;longer anything to take away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:7;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;~ Antoine de Saint Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-807494752469470858?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/807494752469470858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=807494752469470858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/807494752469470858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/807494752469470858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2007/11/very-quotable-quote.html' title='A Very Quotable Quote'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-4496105991885709426</id><published>2007-10-31T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T11:44:32.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayonaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Forwarded to me by Michelle. It's a very nice story, very enlightening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hope you enjoy it. I know I did. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://r.yuwie.com/zacktkw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yuwie.com/images/banners/box.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Click on the pic for more info]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Mayonnaise Jar and the 2 Cups of Coffee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--God, your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions--and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Click on the banner for more info]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://r.yuwie.com/zacktkw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yuwie.com/images/banners/banner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-4496105991885709426?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4496105991885709426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=4496105991885709426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/4496105991885709426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/4496105991885709426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2007/10/mayonaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='Mayonaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-4534142247917653329</id><published>2007-10-25T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:55:56.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Value of Facebook</title><content type='html'>Facebook has agreed to &lt;a href="http://www.insidefacebook.com/2007/10/24/microsoft-invests-240m-in-facebook-at-15b-valuation/"&gt;sell a 1.6% stake in the company to Microsoft for $240 million&lt;/a&gt;, valuing the company at a whopping $15 billion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Facebook"&gt;Facebook has 42 milion active members in October&lt;/a&gt; this would mean that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a user on Facebook is worth $357 &lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's assume (just assume! ;) ) that the same applies for &lt;a href="http://r.yuwie.com/blogearners"&gt;Yuwie&lt;/a&gt;, that would mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://r.yuwie.com/blogearners"&gt;Yuwie&lt;/a&gt; is worth $67,870,341&lt;/span&gt;,- at this moment and increasing it's value with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1,554,021,-&lt;/span&gt; every day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really the value, or is this a true sign of another internet bubble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://inside-yuwie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://inside-yuwie.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.yuwie.com/blog/entry.asp?id=64364&amp;amp;eid=9"&gt;http://www.yuwie.com/blog/entry.asp?id=64364&amp;amp;eid=9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-4534142247917653329?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4534142247917653329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=4534142247917653329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/4534142247917653329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/4534142247917653329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2007/10/value-of-facebook.html' title='Value of Facebook'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-1604366322950548765</id><published>2007-10-23T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:19:32.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KINDNESS Pays !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;Read this story long time ago... But I still like how the story went; no matter how unlikely this is to happen in the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry. He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He drank it slowly, and then asked, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;How much do I owe you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't owe me anything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;" she replied "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;He said.... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I thank you from my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialiststo study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly (gynecology) was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room. Dressed in his doctor's gown he we nt in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life.From that day he gave special attention to the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her room.  She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught her attention on the side as She read these words.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Paid in full with one glass of milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;(Signed) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dr. Howard Atmond Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thank You, GOD, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times,times new roman,serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-1604366322950548765?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/1604366322950548765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=1604366322950548765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/1604366322950548765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/1604366322950548765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2007/10/kindness-pays.html' title='KINDNESS Pays !!'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-238736351298112093</id><published>2007-09-23T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T21:02:36.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Meaningful Message</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Got this in the mail today.  Thought that it was very meaningful and wanted to share it with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We may pray and pray for a good and happy life, but no matter what and how much we pray, there will always be something 'unpleasant' that happens to us anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But let's not overlook that these 'unpleasant' things may have just been a small fragment of what God was really protecting us from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Praises to Him.  =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Meaningful1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Meaningful1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Meaningful2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Meaningful2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Meaningful3.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Meaningful3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Meaningful4.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Meaningful4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-238736351298112093?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/238736351298112093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=238736351298112093' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/238736351298112093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/238736351298112093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-meaningful-message.html' title='A Very Meaningful Message'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-4719158469537518801</id><published>2007-07-08T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T09:02:43.339+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flyff'/><title type='text'>Color Name Chart for Flyff</title><content type='html'>Hello again.  Got to find this interesting graph that explains alot more about the different name colors in Flyff.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting chart indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/2862/karmatypestableff6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/2862/karmatypestableff6.jpg" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-4719158469537518801?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4719158469537518801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=4719158469537518801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/4719158469537518801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/4719158469537518801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2007/07/color-name-chart-for-flyff.html' title='Color Name Chart for Flyff'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-8382452779953705627</id><published>2007-07-03T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T21:16:04.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flyff'/><title type='text'>Sharing Secrets of Flyff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://flyff.gpotato.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/FlyFF-Together.jpg" border="0" height="270" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:15;"&gt;As some of you may have already know, I've started playing Flyff for some weeks now, since I think early June.  It's a pretty good fun game.  My characters are in 'Mia' cluster.  I'll provide the nicknames if asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare it to Maple Story, I'd say Flyff beats it easily.  Big reason why is because whatever you needed to pay for in Maple (with real money @ a-cash) is available free in Flyff, most of them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Maple, you can buy a shop (with real money @ a-cash) so that you can sell your items  to other players.  With a shop, you'll pretty much gain a big income.&lt;br /&gt;Flyff also has that, but it's FREE!!  You can pretty much set one up anytime and almost anywhere in the game!!&lt;br /&gt;Only drawback is that your character can't do anything else when the private shop is opened and you have to be logged up the whole time so that your shop stays open.&lt;br /&gt;But that weakness is somewhat accounted for by the fact that the game allows you to set it into Window Mode (like how your file, internet explorer, etc are in window mode, minimized/maximized/etc.)  So, go into Options and put a tick on Window Mode.  Restart the game and you can just open your shop, and then proceed to do whatever else on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, opening a shop earns you big income.  In only a few weeks of playing, my character had already earned over 1 million of the in-game money.  Was able to buy some pretty good weapons and equipments cause of that, plus lucky window shopping.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is not what I wanted to talk about in this post.  In my time playing Flyff and looking up guides and tips/hints/etc in the vast world of the Internet, I've been able to learn and put to test some neat tricks/secrets that'd make the game more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;These secrets are not something that just any player would learn/realize on their own that quickly.  So, I thought to help out other Flyff players in the game with these secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off with the most minor of the secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dynamic Hair Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In the beginning, after you've created your character and connect into the game, you'll appear in front of a shining and glowing tower of sorts, around you will probably be other players and some NPCs (Non-Playable Characters).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;One of the NPCs, a female in a purplish-pink outfit, forgot her name, provides 'Beauty Shop' services.  In this beauty shop, you can change your hairstyle and hair color of your liking, all for a price (unlike Maple, it is not paid with real money @ a-cash).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To change your hair color, three bars of colors are provided; red, green and blue.  If you have about 4000 penya (in-game money), you can get your hair to be white (though in the game, it looks grey or silver than white).  Just get all three provided colors to the furthest right, to the tip of the bar.  (Only a few hairstyles look more white than most others)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Now, I've tried this, and it was true as told.  Now that your hair is white, it'll constantly change colors depending on where the in-game sun/moon is positioned in the sky.  i.e. Blue during sunset.  They call it 'Dynamic Hair Color', or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Honestly, this seems to not apply to your character itself as he/she runs about, killing monsters, etc, but it is clearly shown on your character's image at the top-left corner of the screen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, this is just a minor secret.  I've done it on my first character.  At first it seemed pretty neat, but after only a short while, that was pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next little secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Exchanging items between characters without another player's help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;All right, in Flyff, there are more than 1 cluster for you to create at most 3 characters in.  Each cluster is a world of its own, and no character from different clusters can ever meet to go visit the other clusters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Now, in a cluster, you can create at most 3 characters, like I said a moment ago.  These 3 characters can open their own separate little bank storage to store their own extra items, if they've no more space in their inventory to carry items around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;(BTW, the NPC with the name '[Public Office] NPC's name' is the one that provides this bank storage labeled 'Deposit'.  you'll need to provide a 4-digit password.  One such NPC is available in every town/city.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;But, what happens if you got an item that is useful for your other character?  And in Flyff, there is no automatic way provided to just transfer the said item to your other character's storage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;One way to do so would be to have a trusted friend to have his/her character with you to get the said item/s, wait for you to re-log in with your other character, and then make the exchange again.  This works, but has some problems; your friend might not be online, a random stranger may just decide to keep the items instead, and it's time-consuming for both of the players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;There IS an easier way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;There's a NPC, whose name starts with '[Station] NPC's name', in a purplish outfit and a hat of sorts.  One such character is available in every town/city in the game, some harder to find than most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;This NPC has an option called 'Mailbox', which allows players to send mails to other player's characters, along with some item to give to them if any.  All you needed to do was provide the EXACT name of the character that you wanna send the mail to, and drag and drop the item you want to send into the provided box, and then click 'Send'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;After a short while, your item disappears from your inventory and a message says 'Your mail has been sent.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Now, this works with one character sending to another.... which actually means you can send any item to your own other character, provided you type the recipient's EXACT name (exact same letters/symbols and exact same capitalizations).  Once you've sent the mail, just re-log in with your other character, and 'DING', you've got mail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Just check your 'Mailbox', double click on the mail, drag the item into your inventory, then done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Be advised.  The mail received will be deleted automatically after 15 real-world days; along with any items that may still be attached in the mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this last secret I have for you, is by far the most worthwhile secret that any player would like to achieve, but must have a determination to do it til it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Obtaining a Light-blue name for your character&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now, all right, some of you are probably thinking, 'What?  What's so special about having a light-blue name for my character?'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let me make something clear for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In the game, there are different clusters to play in.  And in each clusters, there are different servers to play in.  These servers are within the cluster, so characters can change between the different servers.  There's one particular server that is special, the PK server.  PK stands for 'Player Kill'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;In Flyff, there's one part of the game that allows you to fight against other characters; one-one duel (PvP, Player versus Player), party duel, guild wars.  In the PK Server, as long as your character is not of Vagrant class, you can hit and kill or be killed by other characters.  When a player kills another character, that killed character MAY drop some of his items from his inventory, like how a killed monster would drop some items and money.  I am not sure if the killed character's equipped stuffs would drop as well, or not, but I believe they won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To hit another character, hold press 'Ctrl' button on your keyboard and then left click on the character.  I read somewhere that the character you wanna hit must be within the 30 levels difference; i.e. a lv 50 character can't hit a lv 15 character.  I'm not too sure if this restriction is valid or not, but I sure as heaven hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now, there's another something when it comes to PKing.  There is Karma.... literally.  Depending who you hit or killed, you may receive Karma Points, or deduct them (negative Karma is possible).  When you first start of a character, you'll a default zero Karma Point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hit another character that has zero or higher Karma Point, and you'll deduct 50 Karma Points on your own character.  Kill that said character, and you'll receive -2000 Karma Points, adding up to -2050 Karma Point altogether.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;When you've receive negative Karma Points, your name will turn color; orange for less negative Karma (like -50), until a dark purple for strong negative Karma (-2050).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Such characters with orange-purple names are considered criminals, and in the PK server, there are NPCs called 'Guardian NPCs' stationed in every town/city that will kill these criminals on sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;These criminals, if killed and ressurected, will automatically ressurrect on a jail island of sorts, called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Kerbaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;.  On this island, he/she will need to either regain a positive Karma, or find a key somewhere and then use the key to open the warp to go back to the Flyff world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Also, on this island, there are NPCs called 'ChaoGuardian NPC' stationed at the camp that will kill any character that has zero or higher Karma Points.  Such positive Karma characters, if killed and ressurrected, will automatically appear back in the Flyff world and not on that island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Anyway, on this island, there is a NPC called 'Heron' (he's like a Pope of sorts), who will provide you quests to 'repent your sins' and regain positive Karma.  If your negative Karma is little (-50), you can just wait for some time for it to return back to zero (the last few negative Karma points takes longer).  But if you have strong negative Karma (-2050), your Karma won't automatically return to zero, and so you MUST do the quest, if you wanna 'repent your sins'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The quests to regain your Karma involves killing a number of monsters that are the same level as your character's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Once completed, your Karma Point returns to positive, and you can return to the Flyff world, either by getting killed or finding the warp place and use a key to warp back.  Personally, I still have not yet found where is this warp place, hence, I used the other quicker way at the price of my EXP points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;That's for criminals.  For the positive Karma points, you gain by successfully killing these criminals.  I personally never tried this, so I do not know much about how much you gain by hitting or killing a criminal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I do know that green is for less positive Karma Point (+50) and blue is for stronger positive Karma (+5000).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Now, what's the big deal about this positive or negative Karma?  It's just the color change for your character's name, isn't it?  Isn't that all?  No, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Apparently, if you've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;negative &lt;/span&gt;Karma, you'll have a harder time getting good drops from the monsters you kill.  And obviously, with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; Karma, you'll have better luck getting good drops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Any MMORPG player would know that having better drop rates is a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm telling you a simple secret that will allow you to achieve that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;NOW, the secret steps to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Obtaining a Light-blue character name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;!!!  (Am using terms that Flyff players would understand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;1 - Log into the PK server with a character that is already in his first job (lv15 and above and not a Vagrant).  And then hit a character with zero or higher Karma (white -&gt; green -&gt; blue names) and obtained -50 Karma Points.  Next, teleport yourself (I supposed with any Blinkwing) or get yourself killed and resurrected (not by an Assist) and appear in Kerbaras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;2- Once at Kerbaras, right there with you would be the Public Office NPC and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Heron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;.  Talk to Heron and choose to accept the quest to regain zero Karma Points.  The quest requires you to kill 50 monsters of your level.  DON'T do the quest.  Instead, wait for your Karma to slowly return to zero.  (As mentioned, the last few will take longer)  Once Karma Point is zero, around 15 minutes, either obtain a Key of Kerbaras and go to Warf (warp place) to warp back to the Flyff world, or be killed by the ChaoGuardian NPC and ressurrect back to the Flyff world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;3 - Back in the Flyff world, now you need to KILL a character with zero or higher Karma, which means obtaining -2050 Karma Point and a purple name.  Personally, I found a friend to allow me to kill him.  Once that is achieved, get back to Kerbaras in any methods mentioned before.  (BEWARE, other players will jump at the opportunity to kill a criminal, cause they get positive Karma and sometimes, your items/money.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;4 - In Kerbaras once more, talk to Heron and choose to do the quest to gain +2000 Karma Points.  This quest will require you to kill 200 monsters of your level.  At this point, it means you have two quests to do on Kerbaras; kill 50 monsters to return your Karma Point to zero, and to kill 200 monsters to gain +2000 Karma Points.  See where I'm going with this yet?  No?  Then continue reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;5 - Kill the 50 monsters mentioned in the quest, will take some time to find them and kill them.  (Spawn rates are all right, just that there are limited number of the monsters, and they're usually mixed with other types of monsters.  Some are aggressive too, btw.  And don't even think about getting some good items or gaining experience, cause the drop rate and experience gained just sucks there; i.e. 1-5 penya drops)   After 50 of those monsters killed, return to the camp, and talk to Heron to complete the quest.  Now you have zero Karma Point and your name is white again.  Now, be careful not to be standing near the ChaoGuardian NPC when this happens.  Otherwise, they'll kill you and you'll be resurrected back to the Flyff world.  Then you'll have to find a way to get back to Kerbaras again. :-/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;6 - This step WILL take a while, thus determination is needed here.  After achieving zero Karma Point, go back to complete the 200 monsters kill (actually the remaining 150, if your level is still the same as when you first came and obtain the earlier quest).  Careful not to get too close to the ChaoGuardian NPC, cause, I forgot to mention this, THEY PACK A WALLOP!!  (ignore their lv1, their hits can kill you in an instant).   Once you've killed the 200 monsters, and successfully complete your quest by talking to Heron, CONGRATULATIONS!  You now have +2000 Karma Points, and a light-blue name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;7 -  Final step, return anyhow to the Flyff world, and start killing them monsters to get those better drops!!  For your information, your +2000 Karma Points will not dwindle automatically, only if you hit or kill another non-criminal character.  I'm sure I don't need to tell you how to avoid that situation.  Good luck and have fun with your better drop rate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I actually just achieved this secret some hours ago.  So, you can trust me on this.  ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's pretty it for this post.  Boy, that was a long one.  Hope you liked my secrets.  All the best in your days and stay positive always.  *wink*&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/8753014-8382452779953705627?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/8382452779953705627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=8382452779953705627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/8382452779953705627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/8382452779953705627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2007/07/sharing-secrets-of-flyff.html' title='Sharing Secrets of Flyff'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-4346079365527630359</id><published>2007-05-06T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T11:55:18.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Post For Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've heard from somewhere that '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The first love is always the sweetest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'; which I understand as meaning no other love you will have after your first one will be as sweet or will give you as much fluttery feeling in your stomach, hot flashes as your heart beats faster and blood rushes to your head, or whatever synctoms love sometimes have on a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I used to think, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;No!  That can't be.  I wouldn't want that to be true with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;', but nevertheless, I kinda figured still, it is understandably true.  That's because well, in your first love, the experience is all new to you and it can be intoxicating.  And to some, those experience will be burned into their mind and memory for a very long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;However...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now I've gotten to know one thing about that phrase, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The first love is always the sweetest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;'.  It isn't necessarily a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Let's think about it for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you first experience love, everything is new to you, and you get all excited and may (though I think usually) tend to think about doing something new with your love and feel how that'd feel; be it huggling/cuddling together, holding hands, or even kissing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now that you've already experienced all those 'intoxicating' rush of new feelings from your first love, and when you've found another, you wouldn't tend to wanna do things like that again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (or, for some, not as much).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In my case, because of that, I feel that I'm now looking to have a more mature relationship, and not just a 'high-school' relationship, where it is all 'flowery' and full of fluttery feelings.  Loving someone and wanting to live forever with him/her is not about having such a relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As everyone says, the sweetest part of any relationship is when it first started, because that is when the couple tend to do a whole lotta things together and they're practically inseparable.  However, that sweetness lessens and lessens as the relationship progresses, because it'll begin to be a norm for you and your partner.  Unfortunately, for some cases, that is when couples break apart.  For some, they'd think they've lost their feelings for the other, but in reality, this is probably the most important part of the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you noticed, a couple that has just started their relationship is less physically close to one another as compared to a couple that is married for years.  Love is not about physical closeness with another, but beyond that; mentally, emotionally, spiritually.  Physical closeness is not proof of such bond between you and your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That is why, I've heard long ago, that it is great and all that you and your partner have all the sweetness at the start of the relationship, but if the sweetness maintains still after a long time, say one year or so, you're not going anywhere with the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So, as I've said earlier, that phrase '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The first love is always the sweetest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;' isn't necessarily a bad thing, because when you fall in love with another (some time after a break-up with your first love, of course, not during that relationship. =_=), you'll know that you're going into a relationship not for the 'sweetness', but because you genuinely fell in love with the person and genuinely want to be with him/her for the rest of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Something for all you readers to think about for yourselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Speaking of which... LOOOONNGG TIME NO POST!!!!!  Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's been heck long since I last posted anything in ANY of my blogs.  What... over a year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wonder if I have any readers first. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Anyway, just felt like putting my thought to words.  Who knows what Fate has plan for this post of mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;That's all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Joker%20and%20Harley/Harley-MadJoker.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Joker%20and%20Harley/Harley-MadJoker.jpg" alt="Harley running away with a mad Joker from Batman" border="0" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-4346079365527630359?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/4346079365527630359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=4346079365527630359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/4346079365527630359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/4346079365527630359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2007/05/post-for-thought.html' title='A Post For Thought'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-115735644653306140</id><published>2006-09-04T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:54:07.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Robert "Steve" Irwin (22 February 1962 - 4 September 2006)</title><content type='html'>Oh my god!! I can't believe this!!&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20060904/ap_on_en_tv/obit_irwin"&gt;Steve Irwin, the famous Crocodile Hunter from Down Under, was killed!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... so sad...&lt;br /&gt;Such an excellent role model... and he's not even that old yet...&lt;br /&gt;Plus, having left behind such a young son.... turning 3 in December...&lt;br /&gt;More information about Steve Irwin, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Irwin"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.scotsman.com/2002/07/23/2307saltb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture of Steve with his wife, Terri and their cute daughter, Bindi Sue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... so sad...&lt;br /&gt;I can't still remember some time ago, I heard rumors that he was killed by a crocodile... but never believed it cause there was never any news about it..&lt;br /&gt;Then heard a following rumor that said instead of being killed, his leg was bitten off by a crocodile... but nah, didn't believe it, unless I saw it with my own eyes his 'missing' leg...&lt;br /&gt;But then, that rumor I believe started when one of Steve's best 'mates', forgot his name (Wes, was it?), got bitten by one of their crocs in the Australian Zoo during a flood, and for some reason, instead of Wes(?), the rumor said it was Steve, and exaggerated the injury... Shrugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... so sad....&lt;br /&gt;Now it's confirmed that Steve was killed...&lt;br /&gt;By a stingray, that struck him by the chest... No wonder...&lt;br /&gt;If you're not familiar with a stingray, click &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.my/images?svnum=10&amp;hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;oi=spell&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;ct=result&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;q=stingray&amp;amp;spell=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;For your information, do not play around when you see one around.. Their sting is lethally poisonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... so sad...&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what bad things people may have said about him... but he was a great man...&lt;br /&gt;and frankly, I don't see anything bad about him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss his enthusiasm and his crocodile adventures...&lt;br /&gt;He was a great, respectable man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Stephen Robert Irwin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-115735644653306140?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/115735644653306140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=115735644653306140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115735644653306140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115735644653306140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/09/stephen-robert-steve-irwin-22-february.html' title='Stephen Robert &quot;Steve&quot; Irwin (22 February 1962 - 4 September 2006)'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-115696071693462513</id><published>2006-09-02T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:22:00.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Identifying STROKE with S.T.R.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Got this email just recently. Thought to spread the knowledge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? You might just save someone's life cause of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;=========================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STROKE:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Remember The 1st Three Letters...&lt;/span&gt; S.T.R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/3c9a55a1.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;folks. Seriously.. Please read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STROKE IDENTIFICATION:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) and just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes. They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food - while she appeared a bit shaken up, Ingrid went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening. Ingrid's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00pm , Ingrid passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Ingrid would be with us today. Some don't die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead. It only takes a minute to read this...&lt;br /&gt;A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognised, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RECOGNISING A STROKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank God for the sense to remember the "3" steps, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;STR&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/em&gt; Read and Learn! Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognise the symptoms of a stroke.&lt;br /&gt;Now doctors say a bystander can recognise a stroke by asking three simple questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S *&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ask the individual to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;T *&lt;/span&gt; Ask the person to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Coherently) (i.e. . . It is sunny out today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;R *&lt;/span&gt; Ask him or her to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BOTH ARMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE :&lt;/strong&gt; Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out their tongue. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke. If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call 999 &lt;u&gt;immediately&lt;/u&gt;!! and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-115696071693462513?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/115696071693462513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=115696071693462513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115696071693462513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115696071693462513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/09/identifying-stroke-with-str.html' title='Identifying STROKE with S.T.R.'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-115690278165850099</id><published>2006-08-30T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T09:53:01.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answered Prayers</title><content type='html'>A voyaging ship was wrecked during a storm at sea and only two of the&lt;br /&gt;men on it were able to swim to a small, desert like island. The two&lt;br /&gt;survivors, not knowing what else to do, agree that they had no other&lt;br /&gt;recourse but to pray to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to find out whose prayer was more powerful, they agreed to&lt;br /&gt;divide the territory between them and stay on opposite sides of the&lt;br /&gt;island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing they prayed for was food. The next morning, the first&lt;br /&gt;man saw a fruit-bearing tree on his side of the land, and he was able&lt;br /&gt;to eat its fruit. The other man's parcel of land remained barren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, the first man was lonely and he decided to pray for a&lt;br /&gt;wife. The next day, another ship was wrecked, and the only survivor&lt;br /&gt;was a woman who swam to his side of the land. On the other side of the&lt;br /&gt;island, there was nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the first man prayed for a house, clothes, more food. The next&lt;br /&gt;day, like magic, all of these were given to him. However, the second&lt;br /&gt;man still had nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the first man prayed for a ship, so that he and his wife could&lt;br /&gt;leave the island. In the morning, he found a ship docked at his side of&lt;br /&gt;the island. The first man boarded the ship with his wife and  decided to&lt;br /&gt;leave the second man on the island. He considered the other man unworthy&lt;br /&gt;to receive God's blessings, since none of his prayers had been answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the ship was about to leave, the first man heard a voice from&lt;br /&gt;heaven booming, "&lt;strong&gt;Why are you leaving your companion on the island?&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;My blessings are mine alone, since I was the one who prayed for them,&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;the first man answered. "&lt;em&gt;His prayers were all unanswered and so he&lt;br /&gt;does not deserve anything.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;You are mistaken!&lt;/strong&gt;" the voice rebuked him. "&lt;strong&gt;He had only one prayer,&lt;br /&gt;which I answered. If not for that, you would not have received any of&lt;br /&gt;my blessings.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Tell me,&lt;/em&gt;" the first man asked the voice, "what &lt;em&gt;did he pray for that I&lt;br /&gt;should owe him anything?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;He prayed that all your prayers be answered.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the Story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think/feel/believe that just because your prayers are answered, it makes you any better than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;For all you know, there might just be an unsung person behind your answered prayers.&lt;br /&gt;So be generous with your answered prayers and share them with everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-115690278165850099?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/115690278165850099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=115690278165850099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115690278165850099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115690278165850099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/08/answered-prayers.html' title='Answered Prayers'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114424111122877383</id><published>2006-07-13T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:44:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is all in the thought...</title><content type='html'>Came across this story somewhere... can't remember where...&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice story that everyone should know of... So here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same&lt;br /&gt;hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in&lt;br /&gt;his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the&lt;br /&gt;fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the&lt;br /&gt;room's only window. The other man had to spend&lt;br /&gt;all his time flat on his back. The men talked for&lt;br /&gt;hours on end. They spoke of their wives and&lt;br /&gt;families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement&lt;br /&gt;in the military service, where they had been on&lt;br /&gt;vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the&lt;br /&gt;window could sit up, he would pass the time by&lt;br /&gt;describing to his roommate all the things he could&lt;br /&gt;see outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those&lt;br /&gt;one hour periods where his world would be&lt;br /&gt;broadened and enlivened by all the activity and&lt;br /&gt;color of the world outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.&lt;br /&gt;Ducks and swans played on the water while&lt;br /&gt;children sailed their model boats. Young lovers&lt;br /&gt;walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color&lt;br /&gt;and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in&lt;br /&gt;the distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in&lt;br /&gt;exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the&lt;br /&gt;room would close his eyes and imagine the&lt;br /&gt;picturesque scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon the man by the window&lt;br /&gt;described a parade passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he&lt;br /&gt;could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by&lt;br /&gt;the window portrayed it with descriptive words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days and weeks passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water&lt;br /&gt;for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the&lt;br /&gt;man by the window, who had died peacefully in his&lt;br /&gt;sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital&lt;br /&gt;attendants to take the body away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man&lt;br /&gt;asked if he could be moved next to the window.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse was happy to make the switch, and&lt;br /&gt;after making sure he was comfortable, she left him&lt;br /&gt;alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one&lt;br /&gt;elbow to take his first look at the real world&lt;br /&gt;outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He strained to slowly turn to look out the window&lt;br /&gt;beside the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse&lt;br /&gt;what could have compelled his deceased&lt;br /&gt;roommate who had described such wonderful&lt;br /&gt;things outside this window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and&lt;br /&gt;could not even see the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage&lt;br /&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others&lt;br /&gt;happy, despite our own situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when&lt;br /&gt;shared, is doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you&lt;br /&gt;have that money can't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings&lt;br /&gt;good luck to everyone who passes it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not keep this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish&lt;br /&gt;blessings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114424111122877383?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114424111122877383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114424111122877383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114424111122877383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114424111122877383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/07/happiness-is-all-in-thought.html' title='Happiness is all in the thought...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-115163778333937984</id><published>2006-06-30T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T12:20:52.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q33 NY</title><content type='html'>Does anyone know how true is this thing??&lt;br /&gt;Is this for real? Or just a whole lotta coincidences?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it all well-planned to be so??&lt;br /&gt;Could Osama Bin Laden had used Microsoft Words and come across what was mentioned in the end of this????&lt;br /&gt;Kinda reminds me of Final Destination.. with the number '180'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the steps at the end, this is pretty creepy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New York City has 11 letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Afghanistan has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ramsin Yuseb (The terrorist who threatened to destroy the Twin Towers in 1993) has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) George W Bush has 11 letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a mere coincidence, but this gets more interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) New York is the 11th state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The first plane crashing against the Twin Towers was flight number 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Flight 11 was carrying 92 passengers. 9 + 2 = 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Flight 77 which also hit Twin Towers, was carrying 65 passengers. 6+5 = 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The tragedy was on September 11, or 9/11 as it is now known. 9 + 1+ 1 = 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) The date is equal to the US emergency services telephone number 911. 9 + 1 + 1 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheer coincidence..?! Read on and make up your own mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The total number of victims inside all the hi-jacked planes was 254. 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) September 11 is day number 254 of the calendar year. Again 2 + 5 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Madrid bombing took place on 3/11/2004. 3 + 1 + 1 + 2 + 4 = 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The tragedy of Madrid happened 911 days after the Twin Towers incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where things get totally eerie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recognised symbol for the US, after the Stars &amp;amp; Stripes, is the Eagle. The following verse is taken from the Quran, the Islamic holy book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"For it is written that a son of Arabia would awaken a fearsome Eagle. The wrath of the Eagle would be felt throughout the lands of Allah and lo, while some of the people trembled in despair still more rejoiced: for the wrath of the Eagle cleansed the lands of Allah and there was peace."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That verse is number 9.11 of the Quran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still uncovinced about all of this..?! Try this and see how you feel afterwards, it made my hair stand on end:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Microsoft Word and do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Type in capitals Q33 NY. This is the flight number of the first plane to hit one of the Twin Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Highlight the Q33 NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Change the font size to 48.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Change the actual font to the WINGDINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AKA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/q33ny.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-115163778333937984?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/115163778333937984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=115163778333937984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115163778333937984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115163778333937984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/06/q33-ny.html' title='Q33 NY'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-115061068305723656</id><published>2006-06-18T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T14:04:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason for The Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/leoncito.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/leoncito.jpg" width="390" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th January, 2006-8th June, 2006 (Four months, one-and-a-half weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while already...&lt;br /&gt;Feeling quite all right...&lt;br /&gt;Just thought to mention it...&lt;br /&gt;For those that might've known already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither as bad as the picture...&lt;br /&gt;Nor as serious as the singer's...&lt;br /&gt;It's just a nice song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Lachey - "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's Left Of Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched my life pass me by -- in the rearview mirror&lt;br /&gt;Pictures frozen in time -- are becoming clearer&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna waste another day -- stuck in the shadow of my mistakes -- yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want you -- and I feel you -- crawling underneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;Like a hunger, like a burnin -- to find a place I've never been&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm broken, and I'm faded -- I'm half the man I thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;But you can have -- what's left of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Verse 2)&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying inside -- little by little&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go -- I'm goin outta my mind&lt;br /&gt;An endless circle -- runnin from myself until&lt;br /&gt;You gave me a reason for standing still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;And I want you -- and I feel you -- crawling underneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;Like a hunger, like a burnin -- to find a place I've never been&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm broken, and I'm faded -- I'm half the man I thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;But you can have -- what's left of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hook)&lt;br /&gt;Fallin' faster -- barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;Give me somethin to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Tell me it's not all in my head&lt;br /&gt;*pause*&lt;br /&gt;Take what's left of this man&lt;br /&gt;Make me whole once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want you -- and I feel you -- crawling underneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;A hunger, like a burnin -- to find a place I've never been&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm broken, and I'm faded -- I'm half the man I thought I would be&lt;br /&gt;You can have, all that's left, (yeah, yeah, yeah) what's left of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Outro)&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying inside you see&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin outta my mind (outta my mind)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just runnin' in circles all the time&lt;br /&gt;Will you take what's left? x3 -- of me&lt;br /&gt;(I'm just runnin' in circles in my mind)&lt;br /&gt;Will you take what's left? x3 -- of me&lt;br /&gt;Take what's left of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-115061068305723656?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/115061068305723656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=115061068305723656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115061068305723656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/115061068305723656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/06/reason-for-broken.html' title='Reason for The Broken'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114950746047726072</id><published>2006-06-05T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:37:40.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Behind Shopping Sprees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Scrapped%20Princess/ScrappedPrincess-Main1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="400" height="300" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Scrapped%20Princess/ScrappedPrincess-Main1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah... been such a long time since I updated my blog...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.. it's been forever since I even visited here... Haha..&lt;br /&gt;But ok la... I'll try to update... once in a while.....&lt;br /&gt;So.. what is it that I'm gonna be blogging about eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got another chance to visit KL last week... for four days...&lt;br /&gt;And each day, I spent the whole day walking around shopping complexes with my mom, aunt, and eldest sister, occassionally with her boyfriend or my cousins...&lt;br /&gt;Yyyyyup... the whole four days and some of the nights spent walking aimlessly around the big shopping complexes... with mostly women in my company... and only me to keep myself company while I yawn at the boredom of following them to the different shops that sold pretty much the same sort of thing.... clothings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, have you ever wondered what is so exciting about shopping that women/girls are so stereotypically into or possibly addicted to?&lt;br /&gt;For guys, and I mean boys and men, when we come to any shop or any shopping complex... We don't spend so much time at all there...  It is as simple as this list of why a guy goes to any kind of shop:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wants to buy/get/obtain &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Decides on which shop and go there&lt;br /&gt;3. Looks for that &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If found, buy it... if not, look elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave to some other place if nothing else to buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's for guys...&lt;br /&gt;Girls and women?&lt;br /&gt;1. May or may not have something in mind to buy&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to a shop/mall either way... usually with friends in the case of not having anything to buy&lt;br /&gt;3. Wander around and looking into each shop, except the ones that nullifies interests, i.e. computers and gadget shops&lt;br /&gt;4. Enter shop to look further into what's being sold/available&lt;br /&gt;5. Examine nearly every item sold/available in shop/mall&lt;br /&gt;6. Leaves shop when done and then repeat from number 3.&lt;br /&gt;7. Leave for home when either out of money, out of time in the day, or out of shops to explore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing about guys that separates them from the opposite sex when it comes to shopping.. and that is having in mind what they want to get/buy before going to a shop/mall.  And that's the reason why guys would usually miss this element in this 'sport'...&lt;br /&gt;Logical enough, say 'I'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... being a guy, I think I caught up pretty clearly now why shopping is like a sport for women/girls...&lt;br /&gt;You can say it is a secret behind shopping sprees...&lt;br /&gt;There's that one element in this 'sport' that really drives them to do what they do...&lt;br /&gt;This element needs only one quote to show it's meaning..&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;em&gt;You never know what you might find&lt;/em&gt;'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a woman goes on a shopping spree... three criterias unconsciously comes into mind...&lt;br /&gt;1. Things that interests her, i.e. clothings, accessories&lt;br /&gt;2. Things that is to her liking, i.e. color, pattern, brand&lt;br /&gt;3. Things that she can afford for the time being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as simple as that, my fellow non-shopaholic friends...&lt;br /&gt;Just these three criterias and that element of never knowing what you might find that fits into these three criterias that allows women to endure the stress on their feet and legs to walk and wander around a shopping complex for the whole day and til nightfall...&lt;br /&gt;Alas... being a guy, I admit to have unconsciously been trapped by this element into following those three criterias and ended up spending a large sum of money...&lt;br /&gt;My non-shopaholic friends, I advise you to never end up in such a predicament, that is of not having the knowledge of knowing what you want to buy before going into a shop/mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wanna experiment with this theory of mine and see the result for yourself....&lt;br /&gt;But you have been warned of its effect...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114950746047726072?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114950746047726072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114950746047726072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114950746047726072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114950746047726072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/06/secret-behind-shopping-sprees.html' title='The Secret Behind Shopping Sprees'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114411110623495031</id><published>2006-04-04T08:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T08:38:26.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousands Fall For Hotmail Prank</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; POSITION: relative" height="152" src="http://images.snowj.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/RDDMTwoKCr0AAGg5U5o1/hotmail1.jpg?et=ihz2vHbnCku6DugpUv0Xeg" width="203" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="itemshadow"&gt;&lt;p class="itembox"&gt;Yo, guys! Time that everyone get the true story behind the 'paying for Hotmail &amp; MSN'... Which is.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center class="itembox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WE WON'T HAVE TO!!!!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="itembox"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Got this from &lt;a href="http://snowj.multiply.com/"&gt;Snow Jae's Multiply&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks, sis!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Original Hotmail Prank Message:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;On the 1st of november , we will have to pay for the use of our MSN and email accounts unless we send this message to at least 18 contacts on your contact list. It's no joke if you don't believe me then go to the site ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1189119.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/1189119.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; ) and see for yourself. Anyways once you've sent this message to at least 18 contacts, your msn dude will become blue. please copy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey it is Andy and john the directors of MSN, sorry for the interruption but msn is closing down. this is because too many inconsiderate people are taking up all the name (eg making up lots of different accounts for just one person), we only have 578 names left. If you would like to close your account, DO NOT SEND THIS MESSAGE ON. If you would like to keep your account, then SEND THIS MESSAGE TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. This is no joke, we will be shutting down the servers. Send it on, thanks. WHO EVER DOES NOT SEND THIS MESSEAGE, YOUR ACCOUNT WILL BE CLOSED AND YOU WILL COST £10.00 A MONTH TO USE. SEND THIS TO EVERYONE ON YOUR CONTACT LIST. NOW YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO. PLEASE DO NOT FORWARD THIS or REPLAY. COPY THE WHOLE EMAIL. GO BACK TO YOUR INBOX AND CLICK ON NEW. AND PASTE THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/4778046.stmThousands"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/4778046.stmThousands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands fall for Hotmail prank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Tim Weber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Business Editor, BBC News Website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I'm always pleased when I see healthy page views for our business stories - but there are exceptions. Take this story: "MSN 'to charge user fee'" says the headline, and for a few weeks it has steadily moved up the ranks of our daily statistics. On Sunday it was the most-read business story, and on Monday and Tuesday it featured in the top five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;The hitch: It was written five years ago - on 25 February 2001. Back then we reported comments made by a Microsoft executive, who said the company was considering introducing fees for its free Hotmail service. It was one year after the dotcom crash and everybody, even mighty Microsoft, was pondering how to make some money on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So why is this old story so popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Forward first, ask questions later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, a chain e-mail is making the rounds: Microsoft will soon charge all Hotmail account holders, it claims, and backs up the assertion with a link to our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- S IIMA --&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Readers alerted me to the e-mail two weeks ago, even before I noticed the story in our rankings. Some wanted confirmation whether the story was true. Others assumed that our servers had been hacked and demanded we should improve security. Unfortunately many people failed to spot clear signs that this was an old story. For starters, all our news stories have a timestamp - between the red BBC banner and the story headline. And there are two more obvious give-away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Our website looks quite different today, because it had two redesigns since the MSN story was published. We use a different navigation, colour scheme and it is also a third wider, because most people have larger computer screens. Then there is Hotmail itself. Our old story features a little screen shot of the hotmail front page - five years ago. Hotmail users might notice that their log-in screen looks quite different these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But as with all things spam and scam, some people forward first and ask questions later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Breaking the chain. Several readers have suggested I should take down the old story, make it disappear from our servers. Others say I should add a big disclaimer to the story, to alert people there is a scam making the rounds pointing to this story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itembox"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="itembox"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't believe either approach will work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It is not unusual for pranksters and scammers to back up their sting with links to well-known websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;I regularly get scam e-mail from alleged bankers or relatives of deposed dictators, asking me for help to squirrel away some money. The claim is usually backed up with a link to a CNN or BBC story about the firm or dictator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;At any given time there are thousands such scams, and if we were to take down every story the scammers link to, our archive would soon have plenty of bald patches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Some people might actually start circulating scams just to persuade us to delete a story they don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;And given the sheer volume of these e-mails, it would be impossible for us to keep track and add disclaimers to every story that's abused that way. All we can do is keep warning people about online fraud. Check the source. Verify wild claims on urban legend websites like Snopes or the Stella Awards. Or simply copy a snippet of text from the questionable e-mail into any search engine. Very quickly you will find online references that prove that it's a scam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It may hurt our page views a little. But I'm more than happy to take the hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114411110623495031?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114411110623495031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114411110623495031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114411110623495031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114411110623495031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/04/thousands-fall-for-hotmail-prank.html' title='Thousands Fall For Hotmail Prank'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114343293756783909</id><published>2006-03-28T08:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:13:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think before you speak.. It might just be too embarassing..</title><content type='html'>Hahaha!  Got this in my e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;Haha... I know of friends who posted jokes in their blogs...&lt;br /&gt;Well.. nothing personal or offence intended... but those jokes aren't that funny that you'd laugh your *TUT* off... Hahaha... kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... What I'm posting is really funny... if you get the meaning behind some of them... Heheehe...&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that MIGHT not catch the humor, I've underlined the relevent part of the embarrassment. &lt;br /&gt;For the rest of you.... just ignore the underline...  *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are six reasons why you should think before you speak - the last one is great!&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever spoken and wished that you could immediately take the words back... or that you could crawl into a hole?&lt;br /&gt;Here are the Testimonials of a few people who did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into a hair salon with my husband and three kids in tow and asked loudly,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;How much do you charge for a shampoo and a &lt;u&gt;blow job&lt;/u&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I turned around and walked back out and never went back.&lt;br /&gt;My husband didn't say a word... he knew better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SECOND TESTIMONY: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the golf store comparing different kinds of golf balls. I was unhappy with the women's type I had been using. After browsing for several minutes, I was approached by one of the good-looking gentlemen who works at the store. He asked if he could help me.&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, I looked at him and said, "&lt;em&gt;I think I like &lt;u&gt;playing with men's balls&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRD TESTIMONY: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were at the mall and passed by a store that sold a variety of candy and nuts. As we were looking at the display case, the boy behind the counter asked if we needed any help.&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "&lt;em&gt;No, I'm just &lt;u&gt;looking at your nuts&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;My sister started to laugh hysterically. The boy grinned, and I turned beet-red and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;To this day, my sister has never let me forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOURTH TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in line at the bank one afternoon, my toddler decided to release some pent-up energy and ran amok. I was finally able to grab hold of her after receiving looks of disgust and annoyance from other patrons. I told her that if she did not start behaving "&lt;em&gt;right now&lt;/em&gt;" she would be punished.&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, she looked me in the eye and said in a voice just as threatening, "&lt;em&gt;If you don't let me go right now, I will tell Grandma that I saw you &lt;u&gt;kissing Daddy's pee-pee&lt;/u&gt; last night!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;The silence was deafening after this enlightening exchange. Even the tellers stopped what they were doing. I mustered up the last of my dignity and walked out of the bank with my daughter in tow. The last thing I heard when the door closed behind me, were screams of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIFTH TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever asked your child a question too many times? My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly.&lt;br /&gt;One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, she was clean. Then realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while.  I asked him if he needed to go, and he said "&lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking, "&lt;em&gt;Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don't have any clothes with me.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "&lt;em&gt;Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an accident?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;No,&lt;/em&gt;" he replied.&lt;br /&gt;I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooo, I asked one more time, "&lt;em&gt;Danny, did you have an accident?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled, "&lt;em&gt;SEE MOM!  IT'S JUST FARTS!!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made me feel better, thanking me for the best laugh they'd ever had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST BUT NOT LEAST TESTIMONY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had most of the state of Michigan laughing for 2 days and a very embarrassed female news anchor who will, in the future, likely think before she speaks.&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you predict snow but don't get any!&lt;br /&gt;We had a female news anchor that, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked: "&lt;em&gt;So Bob, where's that &lt;u&gt;8 inches&lt;/u&gt; you promised me last night?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too they were laughing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, didn't that feel good?&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on to someone you know who needs a laugh&lt;br /&gt;and remember...&lt;br /&gt;we all say things we don't really mean,&lt;br /&gt;so think before you speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114343293756783909?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114343293756783909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114343293756783909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114343293756783909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114343293756783909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/03/think-before-you-speak-it-might-just.html' title='Think before you speak.. It might just be too embarassing..'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114336369060159643</id><published>2006-03-26T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T09:52:08.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIC, Comedians In Coats</title><content type='html'>Haha... Came across video in &lt;a href="http://putfile.com/"&gt;Putfile.com&lt;/a&gt;... Very funny show!&lt;br /&gt;OK ok... I created the name of this bunch myself... but hey, I needed something fo rthe title of this blog.. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed name="mediaplayer1" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/MediaPlayer/" src="http://x1100.putfile.com/videos/a1-7418313826.wmv" width="350" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" controller="true" loop="0" transparentstart="1" autostart="true" enablecontextmenu="false" showstatusbar="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think anyone can help me by telling me how I can download this?&lt;br /&gt;I still don know how to download videos from Putfile.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114336369060159643?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114336369060159643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114336369060159643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114336369060159643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114336369060159643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/03/cic-comedians-in-coats.html' title='CIC, Comedians In Coats'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114311878958425592</id><published>2006-03-23T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:59:49.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth reading...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A very nice story... was forwarded into my email by a good friend of mine, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rudi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;His subject title was 'Worth reading'... indeed I agree with that... very very much so.&lt;br /&gt;Read, my fellow friends and readers &amp; visitors that I may not be aware of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Kingdom%20Hearts/Kairi-Believe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the story that is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOMMY - A True Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;John Powell, a professor at Loyola University in Chicago writes about a student in his Theology of Faith class named Tommy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders. It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn't what's on your head but what's in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped. I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange... very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father/God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a cynical tone, "Do you think I'll ever find God?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.&lt;br /&gt;"Why not," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out, "Tommy! I don't think you'll ever find Him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shrugged a little and left my class and my life. I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line --- He will find you! At least I thought it was clever. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated and I was duly grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a sad report came. I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tommy, I've thought about you so often.. I hear you are sick," I blurted out.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It's a matter of weeks."&lt;br /&gt;"Can you talk about it, Tom?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, what would you like to know?" he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"What's it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it could be worse."&lt;br /&gt;"Like what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real 'biggies' in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began to look through my mental file cabinet under 'S' where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification, God sends back into my life to educate me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, "is something you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!)&lt;br /&gt;He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, 'No!' which surprised me. Then you said, 'But He will find you.' I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My clever line. He thought about that a lot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, that's when I got serious about locating God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven. But God did not come out.. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn't really care about God, about an after life, or anything like that. I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: 'The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, I began with the hardest one, my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I&lt;br /&gt;approached him. "Dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, I would like to talk with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, talk."&lt;br /&gt;"I mean. . . It's really important."&lt;br /&gt;The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom smiled at me and said it with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me. We talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years. I was only sorry about one thing --- that I had waited so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was, just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn't come to me when I pleaded with Him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop, 'C'mon, jump through. C'mon, I'll give You three days, three weeks.' Apparently God does things in His own way and at His own hour. But the important thing is that He was there. He found me! You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make Him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle John said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: 'God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.' Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn't be half as effective as if you were to tell them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooh .... I was ready for you, but I don't know if I'm ready for your class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call. In a few days Tom called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it. He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed. He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined. Before he died, we talked one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not going to make it to your class," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"I know, Tom."&lt;br /&gt;"Will you tell them for me? Will you ... tell the whole world for me?"&lt;br /&gt;"I will, Tom. I'll tell them. I'll do my best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to all of you who have been kind enough to read this simple story about God's love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven --- I told them, Tommy, as best I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this story means anything to you, please pass it on to a friend or two. It is a true story and is not enhanced for publicity purposes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father John Powell, SJ&lt;br /&gt;Associate Professor&lt;br /&gt;Loyola University in Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise daily -- Walk with the Lord!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114311878958425592?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114311878958425592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114311878958425592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114311878958425592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114311878958425592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/03/worth-reading.html' title='Worth reading...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114299206377187274</id><published>2006-03-22T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:54:06.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use your LEFT EAR when on the PHONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:Arial;color:red;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALWAYS USE LEFT EAR FOR MOBILE PHONES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" dir="ltr" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Misc/brain-phone.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="450" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Misc/brain-phone.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Click to enlarge image)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:250;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;Please use left ear while using cell (mobile), because if you use the right one it will affect brain directly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;This is a true fact from Apollo medical team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;Please forward to all your well wishers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114299206377187274?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114299206377187274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114299206377187274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114299206377187274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114299206377187274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/03/use-your-left-ear-when-on-phone.html' title='Use your LEFT EAR when on the PHONE!!'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114299013570183899</id><published>2006-03-22T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:15:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer and An Empty Chair</title><content type='html'>Yeah!  Recently got to read this article in &lt;em&gt;Friendster's Bulletin board&lt;/em&gt;, posted by my dear ol' friend, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;However, I found the article not very neatly done...&lt;br /&gt;So before reposting it, I rearrange the story in a neater and more comfortable for the eyes..... in my view anyway...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad people read it and actually spread them too.  Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;Plus with the title that I named it... cause originally it just title '&lt;em&gt;The empty chair&lt;/em&gt;' by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe.... Anyway... Just thought to spread the story here too.&lt;br /&gt;Very meaningful....&lt;br /&gt;Do cherish your life and don't let worries burden you all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man's daughter had asked the local pastor to&lt;br /&gt;come and pray with her father.&lt;br /&gt;When the minister arrived, he found the man lying&lt;br /&gt;in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An empty chair sat beside his bed.&lt;br /&gt;The minister assumed that the old fellow had been&lt;br /&gt;informed of his visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess you were expecting me," he said.&lt;br /&gt;"No, who are you?" said the father.&lt;br /&gt;The minister told him his name and then&lt;br /&gt;remarked, "I saw the empty chair and I figured you&lt;br /&gt;knew I was going to show up."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden&lt;br /&gt;man. "Would you mind closing the door?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, the minister shut the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have never told anyone this, not even my&lt;br /&gt;daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have&lt;br /&gt;never known how to pray. At church I used to hear&lt;br /&gt;the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head."&lt;br /&gt;"I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man&lt;br /&gt;continued, "until one day four years ago, my best&lt;br /&gt;friend said to me, 'Johnny, prayer is just a simple&lt;br /&gt;matter of having a conversation with Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is what I suggest.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then told me 'Sit down in a chair; place an&lt;br /&gt;empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus&lt;br /&gt;on the chair. It's not spooky because he&lt;br /&gt;promised, 'I will be with you always'. Then just&lt;br /&gt;speak to him in the same way you're doing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with me right now.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a&lt;br /&gt;couple of hours every day. I'm careful though. If my&lt;br /&gt;daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd&lt;br /&gt;either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to&lt;br /&gt;the funny farm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minister was deeply moved by the story and&lt;br /&gt;encouraged the old man to continue on the&lt;br /&gt;journey. Then he prayed with him, anointed him&lt;br /&gt;with oil, and returned to the church. Two nights&lt;br /&gt;later the daughter called to tell the minister&lt;br /&gt;that her daddy had died that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did he die in peace?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he&lt;br /&gt;called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me&lt;br /&gt;and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from&lt;br /&gt;the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there&lt;br /&gt;was something strange about his death.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over&lt;br /&gt;and rested his head on the chair beside the bed.&lt;br /&gt;What do you make of that?"&lt;br /&gt;The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I wish we could all go like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just send this to four people or more,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and do not break this, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for water,&lt;br /&gt;He gave me an ocean.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for a flower,&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a garden.&lt;br /&gt;I asked God for a friend,&lt;br /&gt;He gave me all of YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments, praise God.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments, seek God.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments, worship God.&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments, trust God.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment, thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOWARD this if you think that this does earn a&lt;br /&gt;credit or merit....&lt;br /&gt;For God will bless you,if you agree with this statement. =)&lt;br /&gt;Love Never Fails.... Somethings are left unsaid but understood.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CHERISH LIFE ____&lt;@*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114299013570183899?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114299013570183899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114299013570183899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114299013570183899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114299013570183899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/03/prayer-and-empty-chair.html' title='Prayer and An Empty Chair'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114261591777446649</id><published>2006-03-18T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T01:34:15.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, in so many forms...</title><content type='html'>Got this in a forwarded e-mail. Shrugs.. it seemed interesting enough to spread.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've added my own personal comment in curve brackets ( ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Article 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Statement of Love: THE KISS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;I won't say much here.. cause sounds pretty true to me..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. Kiss on the hand = I adore you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss on the cheek = I just want to be friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kiss on the neck = I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kiss on the lips = I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss on the ears = I am just playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kiss anywhere else = lets not get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Look in your eyes = kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Playing with your hair = I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hand on your waist = I love you to much to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Article 2: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Three Steps &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls: If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him. (&lt;em&gt;Get 'fresh'....?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys: If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good. (&lt;em&gt;Yet if a guy slaps a girl, it doesn't... That seems unfair...&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys &amp;amp; Girls: Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare (&lt;em&gt;I'm definitely not gonna argue with this one!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Article 3: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Commandments &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thou shall not squeeze too hard. (&lt;em&gt;Now... how hard is too hard?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shall not ask for a kiss, but take one. (&lt;em&gt;What if she doesn't allow you to do that without permission?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thou shall kiss at every opportunity. (&lt;em&gt;Definitely take the opportunity to... Hahah!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are a few reasons why guys like girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Spoken in the view of guys, it seems&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1. They will always smell good even if it's just shampoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way they call you after you just had a big fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The way she says "let's not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Actually ... just the way they kiss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The way they fall into your arms when they cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Then the way they apologize for crying over something silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. The way they say "I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The way you miss them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114261591777446649?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114261591777446649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114261591777446649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114261591777446649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114261591777446649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-in-so-many-forms.html' title='Love, in so many forms...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114225489845374073</id><published>2006-03-14T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:18:43.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A light shines when the darkest time...</title><content type='html'>A touching story....&lt;br /&gt;not my personal experience...&lt;br /&gt;but nice to read...&lt;br /&gt;A good lesson to be learned too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, "&lt;em&gt;Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I handed him his glasses, I said, "&lt;em&gt;Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me and said, "&lt;em&gt;Hey thanks!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped him and said, "&lt;em&gt;Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just laughed and handed me half the books.  Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.  When we were seniors, we began to think about college.  Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke.  I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem.  He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship.  Kyle was valedictorian of our class.  I teased him all the time about being a nerd.  He had to prepare a speech for graduation.  I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation day, I saw Kyle.  He looked great.  He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school.  He filled out and actually looked good in glasses.  He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him.  Boy, sometimes I was jealous.  Today was one of those days.  I could see that he was nervous about his speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I smacked him on the back and said, "&lt;em&gt;Hey, big guy, you'll be great!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Thanks,&lt;/em&gt;" he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years.  Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends...  I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them.  I am going to tell you a story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met.  He had planned to kill himself over the weekend.  He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.  He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Thankfully, I was saved.  My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment.  I saw his Mom and Dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.  Not until that moment did I realize its depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never underestimate the power of your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one small gesture, you can change a person's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For better or for worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for God in others. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114225489845374073?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114225489845374073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114225489845374073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114225489845374073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114225489845374073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/03/light-shines-when-darkest-time.html' title='A light shines when the darkest time...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114199193839085951</id><published>2006-03-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:13:08.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this true for you??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-*-*-*ToTaL SiGnS oF fLiRtInG*-*-*- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/closeasskin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~*Guys*~* &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. She makes eye contact and smiles at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She hits you softly on the arm and laughs when you say something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She flips her hair when she's talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She touches your arm when she talks to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. She says, "&lt;em&gt;No, I'm not telling you who I like!&lt;/em&gt;" with a big smile on her face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. She asks you who you like or who you would go out with seemingly interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When you go to the movies with a bunch of your friends&lt;br /&gt;and she is almost always next to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. She criticizes you on a girl you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You catch her staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. She plays with your hair or tries to put make up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Her friends outside of school and in school know about you,&lt;br /&gt;and says she talks about you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. She knows your phone number and address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. She will try and talk, and spend time with you as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*~*Girls*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He stares at you a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He hits you a lot. (just play hitting )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He uses the first thing that pops into his head to start a conversation with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He yelled, "&lt;em&gt;Hi!&lt;/em&gt;", to your mom that day she picked you up from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He blew off his buds to go see "Run Away Bride" with you cuz you couldn't&lt;br /&gt;get another girl pal to go and didn't want to go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He tries to make you laugh anyway even if he gets hurt in the process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. His voice gets softer ("&lt;em&gt;Hey, you&lt;/em&gt;") when ever you two talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You hung up on him. He called you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You where invited by him to a group outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He called you to talk about nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. He imitates your laugh. OK, you do snort sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes you laugh even harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. He remembers little things you mention in casual conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. He sometimes stares straight into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. He every possible way to touch you (your hair, face, ass, thighs, ect.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114199193839085951?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114199193839085951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114199193839085951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114199193839085951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114199193839085951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/03/is-this-true-for-you.html' title='Is this true for you??'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114154088814179847</id><published>2006-03-05T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T14:41:28.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unsung Father....</title><content type='html'>One day. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years old, your dad handed you an ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by dripping it all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by never even bothering to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old, he drove you all day,&lt;br /&gt;from soccer to gymnastic to one birthday party after another.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by waiting until he left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was becoming.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by telling him he had no taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by taking it every chance you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, he was expecting an important call.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by being on the phone all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition,&lt;br /&gt;drove you to campus carried your bags.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm,&lt;br /&gt;so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding,&lt;br /&gt;and he cried and told you how deeply he loved you.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by moving halfway across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, he quietly died.&lt;br /&gt;And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love your dad, send this to as many people as u can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114154088814179847?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114154088814179847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114154088814179847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114154088814179847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114154088814179847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/03/unsung-father.html' title='The Unsung Father....'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114027957216215784</id><published>2006-02-19T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T00:31:25.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely song, lovely music video...</title><content type='html'>I was listening to this song again recently.&lt;br /&gt;I first got to know this song when I saw the music video at &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kimberley's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; place.&lt;br /&gt;The video is very beautiful, and so is the song and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the music video I've loaded up here.&lt;br /&gt;It'll take a long time to actually load fully or smoothly... (&lt;em&gt;My advise, mute the video and then go on with your other online business while waiting for the video to fully load itself til the end. Then come back when it's done loading and enjoy watching it in replay.&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Below the video, is a Japanese lyrics and then followed by the translated lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are just so you can understand what she's singing about, which you'll realise suits well with the video...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.sharkle.com/externalPlayer/8547/ninyad3r/3/" width="340" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="normal"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Sakurairo Maukoro'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mika Nakashima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sakurairo maukoro, watashi wa hitori&lt;br /&gt;Osae kirenu mune ni tachi tsuku shiteta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wakabairo moyureba omoi afurete&lt;br /&gt;Subete wo miushinai anata he nagareta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meguru kigi tachi dakega&lt;br /&gt;Futari wo miteita no&lt;br /&gt;Hito dokoro ni wa todomare nai to&lt;br /&gt;Sotto oshie nagara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karehairo someteku anata no tonari&lt;br /&gt;Utsurui yuku hibi ga ai he to kawaru no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douka kigi tachi dake wa&lt;br /&gt;Kono omoi wo mamotte&lt;br /&gt;Mou ichido dake futari no uede&lt;br /&gt;Sotto ha wo yurashite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yagate toki wa futari wo&lt;br /&gt;Doko he yakonde yuku no&lt;br /&gt;Tada hitotsu dake tashikana ima wo&lt;br /&gt;Sotto dakishimeteita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuki keshou madoe wa omoi hagurete&lt;br /&gt;Ashiato mo keshiteku otonaki itazura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douka kigi tachi dake wa&lt;br /&gt;Kono omoi wo mamotte&lt;br /&gt;“Eien” no naka futari todomete&lt;br /&gt;Koko ni iki tsudukete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meguru kigi tachi dakega&lt;br /&gt;Futari wo miteita no&lt;br /&gt;Hito dokoro ni wa todomare nai to&lt;br /&gt;Sotto oshie nagara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakurairo maukoro, watashi wa hitori&lt;br /&gt;Anata he no omoi wo kamishimeta mama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'When The Cherry Blossom Colors Flutter'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mika Nakashima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the cherryblossom colors flutter, I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Standing exhausted, I can’t cut off these feelings bottled up inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the color of new leaves shake, feelings overflow&lt;br /&gt;I lost sight of everything and drifted towards you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees around us told us in silence&lt;br /&gt;That we would both see:&lt;br /&gt;People don’t have to be limited to one place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the withering leaves change color, I am next to you&lt;br /&gt;And as the passing days fade, our love changes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, let these trees&lt;br /&gt;Protect these feelings&lt;br /&gt;Silently rustling your leaves above us,&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, the seasons will pass&lt;br /&gt;And we will be taken somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;But right now, there’s only one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;Embrace me, silently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covered by the snow, the feelings get lost&lt;br /&gt;The footprints vanish, sounds disappear in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, let these trees&lt;br /&gt;Protect these feelings&lt;br /&gt;So that, frozen in eternity&lt;br /&gt;We may live on here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees around us told us in silence&lt;br /&gt;That we would both see:&lt;br /&gt;People don’t have to be limited to one place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the cherryblossom colors flutter, I’m alone&lt;br /&gt;Savoring my thoughts of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114027957216215784?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-114026274884023781</id><published>2006-02-18T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:39:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take care of yourself!</title><content type='html'>Got this in my email recently...&lt;br /&gt;Thought to spread it around.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Received this one and think it's genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this one-------------------&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank those of you who expressed condolences on the recent passing of my mother. She suffered a hemorrhagic stroke while she was driving home from my house on 9/30 and passed away on 10/3. My mother's stroke and passing was an enormous shock to my family because she did not have any symptoms or risk factors for a stroke. Just the week before she had gone to her doctor for a check up and received a clean bill of health. She did, however, develop a cold while she was visiting me and had taken Alka Seltzer Cold Plus for 3 days. Since her passing, we have learned that Alka Seltzer is one of the many cold medicines that contains Phenylpropanolamine (PPA) which can cause hemorrhagic stokes or cerebral bleeding even with the first use. I am forwarding a list of other medications that currently use PPA. These medicines are supossedly being recalled but my mother just purchased this medication less than two weeks ago. Pharmaceutical companies have known about this danger for years, we unfortunately, did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you to review the list of medicines with PPA and avoid these medications.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Nancy Moran-Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUG RECALL INFORMATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All drugs containing PHENYLPROPANOLAMINE are being recalled.&lt;br /&gt;You may want to try calling the 800 number listed on most&lt;br /&gt;drug boxes and inquire about a REFUND Please read this&lt;br /&gt;CAREFULLY. Also, please pass this on to everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP TAKING anything containing this ingredient. It has been&lt;br /&gt;linked to increased hemorrhagic stroke (bleeding in brain)&lt;br /&gt;among women ages 18-49 in the three days after starting use&lt;br /&gt;of medication. Problems were not found in men, but the FDA&lt;br /&gt;recommended that everyone (even children) seek alternative&lt;br /&gt;medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following medications contain Phenylpropanolamine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acutrim Diet Gum Appetite Suppressant&lt;br /&gt;Acutrim Plus Dietary Supplements&lt;br /&gt;Acutrim Maximum Strength Appetite Control&lt;br /&gt;Alka-Seltzer Plus Children's Cold Medicine Effervescent&lt;br /&gt;Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold medicine (cherry or or ange)&lt;br /&gt;Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold Medicine Original&lt;br /&gt;Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold &amp; Cough Medicine Effervescent&lt;br /&gt;Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold &amp;amp; Flu Medicine&lt;br /&gt;Alka-Seltzer Plus Cold &amp; Sinus Effervescent&lt;br /&gt;Alka Seltzer Plus Night-Time Cold Medicine&lt;br /&gt;BC Allergy Sinus Cold Powder&lt;br /&gt;BC Sinus Cold Powder&lt;br /&gt;Comtrex Flu Therapy &amp;amp; Fever Relief&lt;br /&gt;Day &amp; Night Contac 12-Hour Cold Capsules&lt;br /&gt;Contac 12 Hour Caplets&lt;br /&gt;Coricidin D Cold, Flu &amp;amp; Sinus&lt;br /&gt;Dexatrim Caffeine Free&lt;br /&gt;Dexatrim Extended Duration&lt;br /&gt;Dexatrim Gelcaps&lt;br /&gt;Dexatrim Vitamin C/Caffeine Free&lt;br /&gt;Dimetapp Cold &amp; Allergy Chewable Tablets&lt;br /&gt;Dimetapp Cold &amp;amp; Cough Liqui-Gels&lt;br /&gt;Dimetapp DM Cold &amp; Cough Elixir&lt;br /&gt;Dimetapp Elixir&lt;br /&gt;Dimetapp 4 Hour Liquid Gels&lt;br /&gt;Dimetapp 4 Hour Tablets&lt;br /&gt;Dimetapp 12 Hour Extentabs Tablets&lt;br /&gt;Naldecon DX Pediatric Drops&lt;br /&gt;Permathene Mega-16&lt;br /&gt;Robitussin CF&lt;br /&gt;Tavist-D 12 Hour Relief of Sinus &amp;amp; Nasal&lt;br /&gt;Congestion&lt;br /&gt;Triaminic DM Cough Rel! ief&lt;br /&gt;Triaminic Expectorant Chest &amp; Head&lt;br /&gt;Triaminic Syrup ! ! Cold &amp;amp; amp;am p; Allergy&lt;br /&gt;Triaminic Triaminicol Cold &amp; Cough .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found out and called the 800# on the container&lt;br /&gt;for Triaminic and they informed me that they are voluntarily&lt;br /&gt;recalling the following medicines because of a certain&lt;br /&gt;ingredient that is causing strokes and seizures in children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange 3D Cold &amp;amp; Aller! gy Cherry (Pink)&lt;br /&gt;3D Cold &amp;amp; Cough Berry&lt;br /&gt;3D Cough Relief Yell ow 3D Expectorant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are asking you to call them at 800-548-3708 with&lt;br /&gt;the lot number on the box so they can send you postage for you&lt;br /&gt;to send it back to them, and they will also issue you a&lt;br /&gt;refund. If you know of anyone else with small children,&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PASS THIS ON. THIS IS SERIOUS STUFF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO PASS ALONG TO ALL ON YOUR MAILING LIST so people are&lt;br /&gt;informed. They can then pass it along to their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To confirm these findings please take time to check the&lt;br /&gt;following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fda.gov/cder/drug/infopage/ppa/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.fda.gov/cder/drug/infopage/ppa/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-114026274884023781?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/114026274884023781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=114026274884023781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114026274884023781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/114026274884023781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-care-of-yourself.html' title='Take care of yourself!'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113997441811726881</id><published>2006-02-15T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:33:38.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you make me feel..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/ffX2pair-byDEOVI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="420" alt="A fanart by Deovi of Shuyin &amp;amp; Lenne from Final fantasy X-2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/ffX2pair-byDEOVI.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really like this picture... It's very romantically drawn, nicely colored and it is very beautiful to look at. It just reminds me of....... Hehehe... It just reminds me of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Valentine's Day is over... And in my last blog entry.. I forgot to add this insert into my Valentine's Day greeting.&lt;br /&gt;This may be an old song, a few years old I believe... but it makes for a lovely song to sing to that special someone you got to spend a romantic evening with.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'THE WAY' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clay Aiken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way that I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way your lips invite&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the way that I get nervous when you're around&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;And if you need a reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you know me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh you feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about how you stay on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way that I whisper your name when I'm asleep, oh girl&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the look you get in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's the way that it makes me feel to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons they may change&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm feeling stays the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you know me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh you feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;You feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh you feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put my fingers on&lt;br /&gt;Just what it is that&lt;br /&gt;Makes me love you, you baby&lt;br /&gt;So don't ask me to describe&lt;br /&gt;I get all choked up inside&lt;br /&gt;Just thinkin bout the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way that I want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you hold me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you know me&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the right words to say&lt;br /&gt;It's in the way that you move me&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you tease me&lt;br /&gt;The way&lt;br /&gt;Feel it in the way&lt;br /&gt;Something about the way you look tonight&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing more to say than&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image of Tidus kissing Yuna in Final Fantasy X" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/Hearts-FFX.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113997441811726881?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113997441811726881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113997441811726881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113997441811726881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113997441811726881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/02/way-you-make-me-feel.html' title='The way you make me feel..'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113990116601256675</id><published>2006-02-14T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:12:46.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day to U, Ya, You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Picture of Conan and Ran from Detective Conan" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Meitantei%20Conan/ConanRanStValentine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year! Where love is all of its theme for 24 hours!!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a wonderful day today! Whether you're attached or not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/tidusyunahehe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For singles...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've received something... Maybe you will later... Maybe you won't..&lt;br /&gt;But all the same! Just enjoy the day and hope for the best for yourselves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/OtherFF006.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for non-singles... Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;Well... all I can say is....&lt;br /&gt;Wish you a wonderful day/night with that special someone of yours!&lt;br /&gt;Wish you make a wonderful memory for this special occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share the love, spread the &lt;/em&gt;___.... (Fill in the blank.. Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/EternalKiss.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113990116601256675?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113990116601256675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113990116601256675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113990116601256675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113990116601256675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-to-u-ya-you.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day to U, Ya, You!'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113981328901747873</id><published>2006-02-13T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:54:43.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish to just hold on always..</title><content type='html'>I just had a thought...&lt;br /&gt;A thought about the idea of holding hands... Holding hands as in between a pair of lovers (straight, homo or bi, but I'll mainly be talking about straight couples, k?)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/ffX2pair-byDEOVI.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="430" alt="A fanart by Deovi of Shuyin &amp; Lenne from Final Fantasy X-2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/ffX2pair-byDEOVI.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought about why a couple are often seen holding hands with one another? Or for that matter, close to one another in some ways; like holding the other's waist, or leaning one's head on the other's shoulder or head?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll obviously say that's cause they're in love and wanna be close with his/her partner..&lt;br /&gt;And you'll most probably be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in love, a couple will always stay/remain close to each other. They just have to be within the personal space of the other.&lt;br /&gt;I think of this behaviour in this way; an urge, a desire, a wanting, a need to be one with the other.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just imagine that there exists an aura surrounding every human, each individually different from everyone else. Now let's have an examplary couple surrounded with their separate individual auras.&lt;br /&gt;They'd definitely have this urge/desire to enter each other's aura, to get into one another's aura, even if just a little.&lt;br /&gt;One way to satisfy that urge/desire is by holding each other's hand. Arms twisted around each other's, hands clamped closely together and their fingers crisscrossing in-between each other's in a lock grip.&lt;br /&gt;This action, in a way, displays to the couple themselves and to everyone else a symbolism of unison between the two. That, the two people have a bond with one another, hence why I say, a desire to be one with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/YINYANG.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like the old Chinese symbol of complete balance. The &lt;strong&gt;Yin-Yang &lt;/strong&gt;symbol (Picture above).&lt;br /&gt;This symbol depicts a complete balance and a strong bond between two opposites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YIN &lt;/strong&gt;is the black, Dark, a symbol of calmness and collectiveness, while &lt;em&gt;YANG &lt;/em&gt;is the white, Light, a symbol of outgoingness and aggressiveness.&lt;br /&gt;If you noticed, there's a dot of white in the mass of black and a dot of black in the mass of white in this symbol.&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, this displays an exchange of two separate matters to achieve a One-ness.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I'm trying to get at with this post.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I mean when I said 'a desire to be one with the other'.&lt;br /&gt;And this is why I used the idea of individual auras in my example earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Entering into one another's aura, they are like, unconsciously trying to exchange a bit of aura to and from each other. And in this manner, connect to each other deeper than mere physical presence and closeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/KenshinKaoriLove.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="430" alt="Kenshin &amp;amp; Kaori from Samurai X/Rurouni Kenshin" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/KenshinKaoriLove.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you my experience when it comes to holding hands with the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;I've ever been held by the hand by a girl before. It gave me this very strange chill throughout my body, but I liked it a lot, honestly. Perhaps it was just a sense of intimacy that I never gotten before, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's a distinct difference between holding your own two hands together compared to holding hands with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;You just can't replicate that feeling of holding someone else's (that signifant someone's) hand by holding your own hands together, no matter how hard you forced your mind to imagine that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... I was just thinking to myself about it when I noticed this behaviour amongst many couples, if not all.&lt;br /&gt;And well.... just thought to post it up. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Additional note: &lt;/strong&gt;Actually, I wrote most of this post earlier today, but accidentally close the window without saving.... so I had to write it all all over again! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/brickwall.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113981328901747873?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113981328901747873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113981328901747873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113981328901747873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113981328901747873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/02/wish-to-just-hold-on-always.html' title='Wish to just hold on always..'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113948585253012689</id><published>2006-02-09T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T19:50:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost of thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Hmm... hmm... hmm..... what to write about.....&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write about my days... but I am heck lazy to remember back what I did..&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing interesting to write about... like that the song '&lt;em&gt;Far Away&lt;/em&gt;' by &lt;strong&gt;Nickelback&lt;/strong&gt;.. at least it was something I like alot and felt like just telling everyone about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what to write here... Haha..  but I just felt like writing something today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll write about my thoughts another day..... Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know what to write about here.... Hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113948585253012689?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113948585253012689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113948585253012689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113948585253012689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113948585253012689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/02/lost-of-thoughts.html' title='Lost of thoughts...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113885957274628915</id><published>2006-02-02T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T13:52:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Far Away?  Pls don't be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;FAR AWAY&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nickelback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This time, This place&lt;br /&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;br /&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;br /&gt;Just one chance&lt;br /&gt;Just one breath&lt;br /&gt;Just in case there’s just one left&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you’ll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you’ll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I’ll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause with you, I’d withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;I’d give it all&lt;br /&gt;I’d give for us&lt;br /&gt;Give anything but I won’t give up&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you know,&lt;br /&gt;you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming you’ll be with me&lt;br /&gt;and you’ll never go&lt;br /&gt;Stop breathing if&lt;br /&gt;I don’t see you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;But you know, you know, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I needed&lt;br /&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;br /&gt;And I forgive you&lt;br /&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;br /&gt;So keep breathing&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’m not leaving&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and&lt;br /&gt;never let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song a lot.  Been listening to it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the music video was very nice too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loving couple... which the boy is a fireman.&lt;br /&gt;One day, there was an emergency.  A terrible forest fire had started somewhere, and the boy is called by his mates.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him off, the girl went back inside their home and turned on the television to a news channel that was broadcasting the situation of the fire.&lt;br /&gt;Watching the news, she can't help but feel worried about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the firemen are fighting the blazing fire.  Unfortunately, the fire was too strong and they had to retreat.  All of a sudden, a burst of fire knocked out one of the men.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing his fellow mate down, the boy earlier went to rescue him.  He tried to signal for the others, but the helicopter they got on was already taking off, leaving him and the KOed mate behind.&lt;br /&gt;Probably realising it was useless to call for them against the roaring sound of the helicopter, he tries to find some way to bring the knocked out guy and himself to safety, when suddenly a burning tree comes crashing down on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the news that the firemen had to retreat and possibly the news that some men were left behind, the girl can't help but start crying her eyes out in front of the television.&lt;br /&gt;That night, the same vehicle that came to retrieve the boy came to compound of her home.&lt;br /&gt;She came down from her house to greet the fellow firemen, and possibly hear the news of her guy.&lt;br /&gt;However, the firemen were all smiles as suddenly behind them appeared another figure.&lt;br /&gt;The girl couldn't help but be overjoyed at the sight of her boyfriend and rushed over to hug him.&lt;br /&gt;He accepted her hug gladly while swinging her round and round; their lips locked tightly with one another. &lt;br /&gt;~END~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my written story of the music video isn't as touching though.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the chance, do check out the video!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113885957274628915?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113885957274628915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113885957274628915' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113885957274628915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113885957274628915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/02/too-far-away-pls-dont-be.html' title='Too Far Away?  Pls don&apos;t be...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113859440081350096</id><published>2006-01-30T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T12:24:56.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idle</title><content type='html'>The American Idol is back for their Fifth season!&lt;br /&gt;And so far, there's already some very beautiful talents that's been accepted to go to Hollywood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see the final 12 that are going to compete for the last several weeks of the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Numa Numa craze that came about some time long ago?&lt;br /&gt;Well... to celebrate the return of the show... I have this geat flash to show to you all!&lt;br /&gt;Came across this at &lt;a href="http://www.jokaroo.com" target="new1"&gt;Jokaroo.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images2.jokaroo.net/flash/numaflash.swf" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Watch it in a larger screen here --&gt; &lt;a href="http://images2.jokaroo.net/flash/numaflash.swf" target="new"&gt;http://images2.jokaroo.net/flash/numaflash.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113859440081350096?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113859440081350096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113859440081350096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113859440081350096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113859440081350096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/01/american-idle.html' title='American Idle'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113613143974620840</id><published>2006-01-02T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T00:03:59.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take note, anti-hp-stealers..</title><content type='html'>Before anyone loses his/her mobile phone, one&lt;br /&gt;should first check the serial number of the&lt;br /&gt;phone by keying in *#06# where a 15-digit&lt;br /&gt;number will appear on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;Please record it down and keep it for reference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case the phone is lost, the rightful owner&lt;br /&gt;can call the service provider to disable the&lt;br /&gt;phone by providing the serial number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means, the person who took the phone&lt;br /&gt;cannot use it at all even if they insert a new&lt;br /&gt;sim card. If everyone knows this procedure,&lt;br /&gt;there would not be much use taking away&lt;br /&gt;someone's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to circulate this message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113613143974620840?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113613143974620840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113613143974620840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113613143974620840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113613143974620840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/01/take-note-anti-hp-stealers.html' title='Take note, anti-hp-stealers..'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113612405148769619</id><published>2006-01-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:53:43.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a good read, guys.</title><content type='html'>Found this circulating around &lt;strong&gt;Friendster&lt;/strong&gt;'s bulletin board...&lt;br /&gt;I found it reasonably honest and true.... though maybe biased to a certain level for the ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything... just take notes, guys. You never know how useful such infos can be. *Wink*&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... I did a comment on each of the listed things... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;44 things girls wish guys knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Don`t tell us when you think other girls are hot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Quite understandable. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Whenever possible, please say whatever you&lt;br /&gt;have to say during commercials.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Doesn't work for her only. Most definitely. *nods some more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;If you don't act like soap-opera guys, don`t&lt;br /&gt;expect us to dress like Victoria Secret Models.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Soap-opera?! &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/blinkblink.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Mark anniversaries on the calendar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; I definitely would need to do that. Short-term memory.. *nods again*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;We think about you all the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Really...? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/RaiseEyebrow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;This is how we see it : Don't call = Don't care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; How about sms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;em&gt; Which also means that if we don`t call, take a hint.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Won't you leave a sms, at least? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/tearfall.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;em&gt;We like you to be a little jealous.&lt;br /&gt;But overly possesive is not necessary.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... a hard one.. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/sweatdrop.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Being able to make us laugh is so much more&lt;br /&gt;important than knowing how much you can bench-press.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; A hard one for those usually quiet and/or shy guys... like me. REALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em&gt;We're allowed to be late. You're not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Life is unfair......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;em&gt;Eye contact is the key.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; I'd enjoy that, honestly speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;em&gt;Don't take longer to get ready than we do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Well... guys don't have that problem..... most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;em&gt;Laugh at our jokes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Ha.. ha...... ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;em&gt;3 words: honesty, honesty, honesty!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Strongly agreed. *nods once more*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;em&gt;Girls can be groupies. Guy groupies are stalkers. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; What if we were with our best buddies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;em&gt;Do not start with us. You will not win.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Umm... life remains unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;em&gt;Would you like it if a guy treated your sister that way?&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Umm... right. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/sweatdrop2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;em&gt;If you ask nicely, we`ll answer the same way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Please? &lt;img alt="Puss In Boots from Shrek 2" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/PussyEyes.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;em&gt; We will never have enough clothes or shoes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; *Shakes head slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;em&gt;We have an excuse for being bitchy at least once a month. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Some guys have periods too, all right? I said SOME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;em&gt;Open the door for us no matter where we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Even in the Ladies' Room, boys. Even in the Ladies' Room. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/smile8.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.&lt;em&gt; We love surprises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Ta-da!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;em&gt;We like to be kissed softly. Not with an iron tongue.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; OK, guys. Just cancel the tongue part of the kissing. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/upset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;em&gt;Pay attention to the little things we do, because they mean the most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Ooh... I just saw you pick your nose...... kidding. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/Angel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;em&gt;Boxers and maybe boxer briefs sometimes. Never tighty-whities!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Um... why'd you go there? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/WHAT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;em&gt;Always brush your teeth before you see us. A&lt;br /&gt;fresh mouth and white teeth are a necessity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Toothpaste advertisements, anyone? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/rolleyes.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;em&gt;Clean your room before we come over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; How about we not think about going there in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;em&gt;Even though you're sometimes insensitive and hurt us,&lt;br /&gt;we still love you with everything we are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Aww... how sweet. Not thoroughly true, but sweet. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/Loveeyes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;em&gt;Don't act hard around your friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Hard? In what way...? &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/Naruto-Blur.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes "NO" really means "NO!".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Hmm... no kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;em&gt;"Wife beaters" are not an adequite form of fasion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Fasion is a typo. I wonder what's the intended word. Fashion? Passion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;em&gt;If we wanted to be on video tape, we`d be a porn star.&lt;br /&gt;NOT your girlfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Video tape? Doing...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;em&gt;Sensitive guys are great..&lt;br /&gt;but crying more than we do in a movie just isn't right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Girls should take on the roll of comforting boys like that, you know? Makes you even more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;em&gt;Don`t let ex-girlfriends cause drama,&lt;br /&gt;relationships are stressful enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/Link-gets-hit.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;em&gt;It takes a special kind of stupid to forget birthdays.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Short term memory....... &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/Ashamed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;em&gt;Guys who are good cuddlers = guys who know how to satisfy a woman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Anyone who knows the 'Art of Cuddling' well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;em&gt;"Fat chicks" have feelings, too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; No objections, your Honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;em&gt;Silent treatment, shoulder shrugs, tears,&lt;br /&gt;yelling, &amp; nasty looks add up to = YOU DiD SOMETHiNG WRONG.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; What did I do!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;em&gt;The excuse "I can't dance" is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;We`ll appreciate the simple fact that you`re trying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; No problem here. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/sunglassessmiley.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;em&gt;Just because a girl doesn`t pick up on the first ring,&lt;br /&gt;doesn`t mean she`s not waiting by the phone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; It doesn't mean a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;em&gt;You don`t have to spend alot; if it means alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;em&gt;Don`t say you love me if you don`t mean it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Always keep those words extra special, guys. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/YunaTidusHug.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;em&gt;Don`t lie to us. We will catch you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; *Looks over shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;em&gt;When the girls get together, we talk about everything.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, my bestfriends know everything about you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Comment:&lt;/strong&gt; Well... goes to show how considerate boys are compared to girls. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Emoticons/Renu-Tongue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113612405148769619?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113612405148769619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113612405148769619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113612405148769619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113612405148769619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-good-read-guys.html' title='Have a good read, guys.'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113577999253335033</id><published>2005-12-28T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T22:33:18.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaser of a Lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I know I'm a little late for the party but I can sympathise with what you've written,&lt;br /&gt;about "that" girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say this, love doesnt just falls on one's lap aka "Belldandy Syndrome" aka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sitting on your ass for love to come to you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a relationship to even start, you have to fight for her attention. You are attracted&lt;br /&gt;to her no doubt but as of now, maybe she's not to you. So it is now up to you to do&lt;br /&gt;battle and convince her as to why you're worthy of her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove it to her, show her your sincerity, be the man. Fight hard enough and one day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;she might reciprocate those feelings. If not, at least you know you've made a&lt;br /&gt;wonderful friend for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully believe that those who are the hardest to win over will ultimately yield the best&lt;br /&gt;relationship in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my 2 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;~ Comment by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to "&lt;a href="http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/12/very-short-life-chapter-of-mine.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A very short life chapter of mine...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" (12/28/2005, 12:41 PM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the comment, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Anonymous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Those were good advises that you gave me.&lt;br /&gt;But I think you missed out on one detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She is NOT single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a boyfriend already. I don't want any bad karma go my way from stealing somebody else's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I never did bother to blog about this, but there IS a definitely closure on this chapter that involved '&lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to tell you the WORST and most OBVIOUS teaser from Fate/God in the whole of my life so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day after that fateful third day that I've gotten to know her availability and fully confirming my 'crush at first sight' emotion...&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................... She'd stopped working there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure of why she'd end up stopping. I've only heard of a few things... that included... "&lt;em&gt;Her boyfriend didn't want her to continue working here&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;She's now working as a teacher at a kindergarten&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence? I think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, it's a bloody teaser of sorts from God/Fate on me. Making fun of me and my cursed love life.&lt;br /&gt;There are possible reasons for this 'teaser' that I've come to notice, but I won't mention due to the involvement of a fellow dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;Besides as being an object of comparison and distraction... it was probably there to just tease me and to show me how love just eludes me at a time when I felt it was finally coming.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I felt that I may have a chance with her... but was crushed at a mention of her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;When she came across my life, I was at the stage of just waiting for love to seek for me instead... I was fed up with trying to seek love and failing painfully every time.&lt;br /&gt;But after this bloody teaser, I fell worse... I now feel fed up with love itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what you guys say about 'love comes someday and you should be patient' crap... I've had enough from a certain two people.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they said, I shot back something that they could not counter back. I already did or currently doing all, if not, most of what they advised me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Learn to chase the ladies from those Korean love stories,&lt;/em&gt;" a certain friend told me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, dude. I don't even have a 'target' to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Love will come to you someday. Maybe it's just not the time&lt;/em&gt;," something else mentioned to me.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you think I'm planning to just 'sit and wait'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Kuja of Final Fantasy IX, Pursuing the Future" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/kujafuture.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, I will still bloody 'sit down and wait'. If there is gonna be that someone in my life, she's gonna have to come to me first.&lt;br /&gt;It's not to say that the girl needs to make the first move on me. Come on. I'm not some stuck up bastard that thinks girls will come and hit on me without me doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;I still strongly view guys to making the 'first move' on girls, instead of the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;But as I said, I'll just sit and wait til then. Til when a girl comes along and captures my attention.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when that's gonna be though... and bloody hell don't wanna think of that.&lt;br /&gt;Just let me live my life as normal as I always did. And hope I'd experience the life of being in a relationship someday soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... having a creative and imaginative mind is somewhat a gift.... and a curse indeed.&lt;br /&gt;The gift... you can imagine all sort of nice scenarios and what you can do that might get the girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;The curse.... even when you know the girl has no interest in you in any way besides a friend, your mind just thinks up of all sorts of possbilities for you ending up being with the girl...&lt;br /&gt;...The boyfriend is abusive and their relationship is on the brink of breaking.&lt;br /&gt;...The girl was just playing along with the others, saying that she has a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;...Somewhere in the future, they'll break up and you'll be there for her.&lt;br /&gt;All sorts of possibilities come into mind.&lt;br /&gt;There's even one particular scenario in my mind that just keeps bugging me... Reason is, cause I like the idea of how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;I am even thinking of using it to write a short story with it. Maybe I'll keep that idea to myself til then.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'll just say this, this particular scenario doesn't involve me getting together with the girl in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly still do think about her.... once a while as I work at my aunt's place. She just pops by in my head every now and then... cause of her involvement at where I work.&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't feel that feeling anymore... I can barely remember her face well anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. why not sms? cause I never got her phone number before. Her friend is not even sure she has a mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;Shrugs... God/Fate never intended her to be in my life for more than those three days. So be it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason... no?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113577999253335033?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113577999253335033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113577999253335033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113577999253335033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113577999253335033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/12/teaser-of-lifetime.html' title='Teaser of a Lifetime'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113534836583200110</id><published>2005-12-23T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T23:58:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quo Shu at Swan City, Sibu</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Ready to rumble?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Naruto/Naruto-Abstract.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know, I was gone last weekend. I went off to &lt;strong&gt;Sibu &lt;/strong&gt;with &lt;em&gt;my aunt, cousins, a few friends and my Wushu coach&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They invited me to join them as they go there to compete in a Wushu competition. I, of course, could not possibly join to compete. I've been out of practise/training for over half a year!! wait... possibly even a year now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... we left on Friday noon by bus... fricking 7 hours ride there... with 3 stops along the way.&lt;br /&gt;Man... just sitting still there can make you feel so exhausted. The bus ride was not very comfortable... very not good for my easily aching body... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Was so glad when the bus finally reached &lt;strong&gt;Sibu's &lt;/strong&gt;bus station.&lt;br /&gt;Turned out that we would be taken care of by the organising committee members of the competition for most of our time there.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, we were greeted by some of the members. We were provided transports to go to the place we'd be staying for the time.. &lt;strong&gt;Eden Inn&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh.. by the way, we left &lt;strong&gt;Miri &lt;/strong&gt;at around noon, and arrived &lt;strong&gt;Sibu&lt;/strong&gt; at about 7 or earlier.&lt;br /&gt;once at the inn, we dropped our stuffs in our rooms and then immediately went off to join a dinner function at a nearby restaurant, where the rest of the Wushu committee and competiting teams were already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the number of people that were gonna be involved in the competition, my cousins and friends kept joking about the pressure they were already feeling and not wanting to join the competition anymore.&lt;br /&gt;The people in my &lt;em&gt;Wushu &lt;/em&gt;group, my cousins and friends, weren't that great. They started over a year or two only, and had only experienced one competition in Miri and none at all for one of my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;So it was understandable why they'd think that way.&lt;br /&gt;But the coach clearly said, this competition was more for experience than medals. If we can win some, that's good, but if not, it's all right as long as you got to experience the heat of the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the function, the main organising committee had the usual welcoming speeches for all of us, while we were given our food.&lt;br /&gt;After the speeches, they went on with their so-called 'happy hour'... with karaoke singing.&lt;br /&gt;Man, was the table next to ours noisy.... make that.... tables...&lt;br /&gt;There was a large group of guys, a few Wushu 'clans' that were close friends, make such ruckus that night... ruckus as in cheers, whistles and claps... man... could've probably gone deaf if they kept it up.&lt;br /&gt;The few 'clans' were from Kuching and Brunei, I think. Not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;They cheered and clapped for some of those that went up to sing... their fellow mates or those very senior committee members, including one very old man that could pass as one of those wise old Kung Fu masters you see in those martial arts movies.... white long beard and all... haha!&lt;br /&gt;After the function, the committee members actually decided to have all of us walk back to our hotels/inns. I didn't mind and so were many of the others too.&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda messy, but we all got back to our hotels/inn without trouble with the help of our guides, who were four of those committee members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our coach had actually wanted my cousins and friends to run through their wushu styles a few times before all of us going to sleep at 10pm to prepare for the competition that started immediately the next morning at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;But we only reached back in our rooms after 10pm. Taking our turns to shower and some of them practising their Wushu styles, definitely it'd be at least an hour.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there were four males and five females of us. Two rooms were booked for us. So the boys, including our coach, slept at one room, while the girls, including my aunt, slept at the other room, just the one after to ours.&lt;br /&gt;Both rooms had a pair of double beds, so it just suited our number of boys. The ladies had moved their beds right next to one another to accomodate for one more person.... but were greeted by a whole lot of dust bunnies under the bed.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, we had quite a few troubles that first night....&lt;br /&gt;First off was the air-conditioner in the girls' room. It wouldn't turn on. When asked the innkeeper, turned out the switch to turn on that air-conditioner was not turned on, down at the main counter of the inn.&lt;br /&gt;Next were those dust bunnies. As suggested by my aunt, I actually went down to borrow a broom from them to clean the place up.&lt;br /&gt;After that was done, the shower in the girl's room suddenly burst after one of my friends was done and wouldn't stop pouring. The innkeeper got to call a regular plumber and good thing, the problem was settled quite quickly that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Woke up at 6am and we prepared to leave soon. The committee members would be picking us up to the competition venue by 7.30am. The place was at a large hall in a school compound, Sacred Heart Secondary School (though I'm not too sure if it's just a secondary school)&lt;br /&gt;We were the first ones to arrive there, but turned out the hall was not even opened yet. So had to wait for a while. While waiting, my aunt and I walked to the nearby shophouses to look for a coffee shop to buy some breakfast for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Urgh... made a bad choice of either the shop or the food ordered. Wasn't nice at all and most of us couldn't finish them... sadly... Maybe it was the way we HAD to eat those noodles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miri &lt;/strong&gt;is somewhat better when it comes to taking away food. They provide those white boxes and at least that disposable chopsticks and spoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sibu&lt;/strong&gt;, they have the food placed in plastic bags and they didn't even have those disposable spoons. It was very charming.... I guess it encourages people to eat at the shop than takng it elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;So.. imagine a small plastic bag of noodles that's already been left long enough to wrap itself up like a tight ball. Now imagine how you'd have to eat them without any sort of utensils. Not very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the competition went on with a little slow start, cause I supposed punctuality was not abide that morning, but whatever. We had a looong day ahead as there were a lot of categories that were scheduled to take place that day alone.&lt;br /&gt;There were also a lot of participants... and all of them, except my group, were very experienced and most of them performed very beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;Some of them easily scored an average score above 8 (out of 10). though their scores got there cause of their past experiences in such competitions... it's like their level in Wushu.&lt;br /&gt;My group didn't stand much chance against them all. Most of the time, our averages were just around 7.0 - 7.5 only, while not many of them got less than 7.5 even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I was there not as a participant, turned out I had my use for that competition.. as a cameraman.&lt;br /&gt;My coach had a video camera that he taught me basically how to operate the night before.&lt;br /&gt;I was to record the performances of my cousins and friends, and also some of those other participants that did very well.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wish I can put in a few videos of those really good ones.&lt;br /&gt;Amongst them, was this one little girl. Man, when she first performed, she completely blew us. There were also a number of young kids in the competition, besides her, and they all did reasonably excellent. But amongst them all, she performed the best, in my view.&lt;br /&gt;She was with the clan from Kuching... the clan that had the most members in the competition and most of them very experienced. They practically swept the competition in all the categories that they were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the best, let me embarass one of my friends... haha.&lt;br /&gt;Man, he performed reasonably ok in the beginning, but soon he lost himself to nervousness. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;He actually paused in the middle of his performance for the longest of time!!&lt;br /&gt;It was like as if he was lagging over there like you do in the first-person shooter game, &lt;strong&gt;Counterstrike&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;In the end, he skipped a few steps and proceeded to finish his performance... whcih still lagged a few times along the way... HHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the day was finally done, we all felt pretty exhausted... which reminds me.. man, during the opening ceremony, after the guest of honor had finally arrived later that morning, he gave one of the longest speeches I can remember... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;If it was in a language I could comprehend well, I wouldn't have been as bored.... but it was in Chinese... which practically everyone knows I am terrible at!!&lt;br /&gt;During his speech though, the girls actually were able to make a few new friends from the other clans... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the day's competition, we waited for our ride back to the inn... as it turned out, we may have been the first to the place, but we were the last to leave too.. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Had our dinner at the restaurant at the ground floor of the small inn. It was pretty all right.&lt;br /&gt;After that, back to our rooms... some practised their styles while I chatted with my aunt about ghosts and such... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;Man! In the middle of our conversation, suddenly an eerie, horror sort of music echoed in the room! Shocked me, my aunt and one of my cousins that was still awake at that time. Then I realised... '&lt;em&gt;Wait... I heard that music before....&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;It was one of my friends' handphone ringing... Her mother was calling.... My friend actually had a horror music be the ringtone for her mother!!&lt;br /&gt;Reason why I've heard that music before was cause she told us about it earlier that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ninjas of the Sand from 'Naruto'" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Naruto/Sand-Ninjas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second day of the competition, the last, was definitely gonna be shorter than yesterday... cause they were less categories to compete now. Took some more recordings that day... and again, my friend I mentioned earlier embarrassed himself, though he managed to finish his performance still... haha.&lt;br /&gt;After the closing ceremony, we got back to the inn about noon time and had a change of clothing or shower to prepare to go out to do some shopping somewhere... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Man, when we got back at the inn, it's like our coach had a change of personality... before he was like... all business and only joked around... after the competition was finally done... the gloves went off....&lt;br /&gt;We had pillow fights, we pile-up on one another, he pulled some pants down, etc... hahaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... A friend of my cousin's in &lt;strong&gt;Sibu&lt;/strong&gt; came and brought us to a mall, &lt;strong&gt;Everrise&lt;/strong&gt;. Man... it's such a crowd, plus with the rain outside&lt;br /&gt;I mostly visited the VCDs/DVDs/Game shops... I had nothing much to window shop for....&lt;br /&gt;Man, the cds sold there are a few ringgits cheaper, but were of worse qualities than the ones in &lt;strong&gt;Miri&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;At least, in &lt;strong&gt;Miri&lt;/strong&gt;, there aren't the silhoutted figures of people moving in the cinema... sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, couple of hours later, 4.30pm, headed back to the inn to prepare to go out to another dinner function. This time it's at the different restaurant, and with more guests.&lt;br /&gt;The restaurant ain't great at all... though it had the usual classy Chinese restaurant resemblance.... red table cloths, large round tables, a large stage, chinese paintings and even their own DJ. but then you'd notice... the plastic chairs like those from the street coffee shops, disposable wooden chopsticks, dirty old spoons and plates...&lt;br /&gt;The food is all rihgt though... though not that great...&lt;br /&gt;Hhehehe... speaking of food... we actually played '&lt;em&gt;Paper-Rock-Scissors&lt;/em&gt;' and had the punishment to eat what's on the dish... to finish practically every last piece that remained in the plate.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... it was fun and exciting.. especially when everyone is like so stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. after the dinner function and back at the inn, some of us decided to went to the nearby park to have a look around and take some photos... the park was decorated with lightings, Christmas banners and a large lit tree, and it also had a large statue of a Swan, surrounded by little statues of the 12 Chinese zodiac animals. It was quite beautiful there.&lt;br /&gt;We even had ice-cream at the cafe that was placed right there... quite an enjoyable cold night....&lt;br /&gt;After getting back to the inn, I went to shower.... and then joined the coach with a couple of my friends to play a card game of '&lt;em&gt;Big 2&lt;/em&gt;'..... and we played all the way til 4.30am.. hahah!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun... and the coach was the first to fall.... well.. guess it's understandable as he's been busy the last few days... while taking care of us too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept for a few hours til 9 in the morning... showered and then had breakfast, before we had to go to the bus station... sent off by the familiar committee members...&lt;br /&gt;and then another 7-hour ride back to Miri, plus three stops.... haha... passed the time by playing 'Big 2' again.. hahaa... Needed to do a lot of adjustments... but finally got to play the game comfortably....&lt;br /&gt;Man... the first ride was very uncomfortable... the second was worse.... I actually felt sick onboard and and one point, I felt like vomitting.... urgh.... might've been a bad can of milo that I drank along the way....&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, with a bite of a medicinal sweet my friend had, I started feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... so there's my time at &lt;strong&gt;Sibu&lt;/strong&gt;.... minus the comparisons between &lt;strong&gt;Miri &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Sibu&lt;/strong&gt;...it's been quite fun for me there...&lt;br /&gt;No worries... Nothing to bother so much but the Wushu competition... constantly with friends.... it was a fun time there...&lt;br /&gt;After watching all those participants, it made me wanna continue practising &lt;em&gt;Wushu &lt;/em&gt;again... and so I am... though very painfully... my body's so out of shape....&lt;br /&gt;anyway... that's basically all for this post... til the next one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113534836583200110?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113534836583200110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113534836583200110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113534836583200110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113534836583200110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/12/quo-shu-at-swan-city-sibu.html' title='Quo Shu at Swan City, Sibu'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113413656038503311</id><published>2005-12-09T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T23:41:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very short life chapter of mine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Haha... as if it's that easy to score.." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/tidusyunahehe.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I udpated my blog... and I'm still very lazy to, honestly..&lt;br /&gt;but today, I just felt like talking about something that I got to experience recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how it works... &lt;em&gt;love at first sight&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;A man encounters a woman for the first time ever and feels a sudden burst of attraction towards her, or vice versa.. or both at once, if they're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;But there's always that question or doubt to that... "Is it ever possible?"&lt;br /&gt;I know of some friends that don't believe in 'love at first sight'...&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don't exactly disbelief it or disapprove of its chances of happening... though most of the time, I disapprove the ones in many movies, films, shows, etc...&lt;br /&gt;and... I really believed that it'd never happen to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought that I'd only get attracted to a girl that I've gotten to know well for a long while... at least one week (including constant meeting up during that time)..&lt;br /&gt;That's what I noticed in all my past crushes... I've known them all for a while before I actually felt that feeling of attraction to them.&lt;br /&gt;But... this time, God just HAD to have it different for me for once.... I don know.. as teaser or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you probably already know, I've been working at my aunty's t-shirt manufacturing store for the past two weeks, including this one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the hang of it already and am quite enjoying myself there... and honestly, even more so in the past three days (including today)...&lt;br /&gt;That's also the time that she joined us to work for the first time... at least.. the first time that I've seen her work there.&lt;br /&gt;She came in with the daughter of her mother's friend who works there... that friend of hers also came in to work there from the start of this week and I was not at all acquinted with her during that time.&lt;br /&gt;But when that girl joined us... things kind of... changed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, when I work there, I'd be terribly quiet and reserved most of the time... the quiet hardworking worker.&lt;br /&gt;I barely even opened my mouth during work and the other full-time workers there (though I've worked with them before) were probably scared to talk to me or something... haha.&lt;br /&gt;When she came in... she kind of... cracked my shell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day that she came in, I didn't realise it.. but I was feeling somewhat attracted to her... even though she started off as a very timid and quiet person... constantly with that friend of hers I mentioned earlier. (I actually thought they were classmates or something... boy, how mistaken I was)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. I guess somehow I found her quite pretty. Shrugs...&lt;br /&gt;The first day went on as my work there usually would... nothing much..&lt;br /&gt;The second day, it was about the same thing... except I felt myself wanting to get to know her...&lt;br /&gt;We got to talk and know one another... Se actually was the one that broke the ice... haha! I just continued smashing it to bits.&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the day, I found that am getting attracted to her... but I was still in doubt of myself... I refused to believe that it'd just happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;The third day, today... I was honestly looking forward to work.&lt;br /&gt;You should be able to understand that feeling.. of wanting to get to know of someone you like more..&lt;br /&gt;I definitely can dare confirm it was love at first sight for me.... though [b]crush at first sight [/b]should be a more fitting term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ok.. Don't go getting your hopes up now. I suspect a few of you might go, 'Go for her, dude!' or something like that... (Not being '&lt;em&gt;perasan&lt;/em&gt;'/overly sensitive about myself, alrite.. I know of a few friends who actually thought of hooking me up with someone... &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/sweatdrop2.gif" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Why would I say that?&lt;br /&gt;Well.. on a few accounts...&lt;br /&gt;one, I've only gotten to know her like less than three days...&lt;br /&gt;two, she's most probably not interested in me...&lt;br /&gt;and third......................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.......................&lt;br /&gt;.................. the main reason.............................&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................she's not single.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... overheard her and some others talking about it and a mention of 'her boyfriend'.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I felt quite depressed when I finally got to confirm her 'availability'... haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I told myself '&lt;em&gt;What's the point?&lt;/em&gt;'...&lt;br /&gt;As if she was ever interested in me in that way... No girl ever was/is...&lt;br /&gt;She is a nice girl though... that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy getting along with her as we work. And it's been fun as I'm being more out of my shell now at work... maybe with a little influence of knowing the workings there.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that friend of hers more too. And we get to talk, laugh, joke as we work.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Naruto - chasing, living, loving, desire... but now I'm FALLEN" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Naruto/narutofallen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to think to myself while I was in that 'depressed' moment.... about me and love... about crush at first sight... about the type of girls I like...&lt;br /&gt;First off... love and me just never seem to ever agree.. and love is just somewhat... walking out on me...&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.. maybe I should stop with the patience and start playing around or something... Really growing tired of this 'love games'...&lt;br /&gt;Then about crush at first sight... as my very short life chapter has proven to me... it is very much possible to suddenly feel attraction to someone whom you just met for the first time...&lt;br /&gt;though I still very much doubt the ones that happen in movies, films, shows, stories... they're all, after all, meant to play with our fantasies and imagination and every day envies of life.&lt;br /&gt;And there's the thoughts about the type of girls I like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; been bugging me about making criterias for the type of girl I wanna be with...&lt;br /&gt;Although I told him, I don't have any actual criterias... it wasn't true..&lt;br /&gt;It was more like.. I didn't have a clear idea of my criterias..&lt;br /&gt;Now I've gotten to identify some of the main ones that often comes into mind...&lt;br /&gt;Some would include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;- long hair... minimum near shoulder length.  I somewhat enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the sight of a girl's hair.  It kind of.. shows off the beauty and the&lt;br /&gt;feminine in the girl.&lt;br /&gt;- not fat... I have to state this... with no intent to offend though. &lt;br /&gt;It's just that I'm only attracted to girls that are not fat in my view. &lt;br /&gt;Reason being, I tend to associated feminine with thinness (though it&lt;br /&gt;needn't be really that thin)&lt;br /&gt;- a feminine personality/behaviour, I find a girl that has obvious feminine&lt;br /&gt;traits as very attractive.&lt;br /&gt;- easy to get along with... friendly and open-minded, basically.  I&lt;br /&gt;like to be able to just talk anything with her.&lt;br /&gt;- should know more of Chinese than me... cause like my parents, my mother&lt;br /&gt;knows how to read chinese better than my dad.  And in my case, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Chinese a heck of a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some of the highest amongst my criterias.. since I'm not sure of any others for the time being...&lt;br /&gt;Well... with that said and done with.. I've a few people to inform about this blog, since I told them about it through MSN while writing this.. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113413656038503311?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113413656038503311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113413656038503311' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113413656038503311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113413656038503311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/12/very-short-life-chapter-of-mine.html' title='A very short life chapter of mine...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113293305303124185</id><published>2005-11-25T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T23:37:33.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories back at the longhouse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/Longhouse05-Formal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="210" alt="The longhouse at Sungai Entulang, Bakong" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/Longhouse05-Formal1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah... my time back at &lt;strong&gt;Abel's longhouse &lt;/strong&gt;for the second time... and for the first time, staying overnight there....&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun time.... incomparable to my first visit there...&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna bother telling about what I had to do before the longhouse event...&lt;br /&gt;such a blur now.. too long have not gone around to write this.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came to the longhouse by two buses. A few of us drove there on our own... including &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daryll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who, by some misfortune, had a flat tyre along the way.&lt;br /&gt;He finally caught up with us not too long later and down the dirt road we go to the longhouse.&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived to the designated longhouse, we were greeted and welcomed by the families of the longhouse, including the &lt;em&gt;Head of the longhouse &lt;/em&gt;and even the &lt;em&gt;Head of the whole village area&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;When entering the longhouse, we had to go through a welcoming session so that the Gods or Spirits would welcome us to the longhouse and protect us as they do with the families.&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering, every one of us were given the chance to drink the &lt;em&gt;Iban's&lt;/em&gt; infamous, homemade alcoholic drink, &lt;em&gt;Tuak&lt;/em&gt;, but just a little, so as we remain normal for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;As the session continued still, we all had to walk along the whole longhouse stretch.. from one end to the other, before we walked from that end to the front of the &lt;em&gt;Head of the longhouse's&lt;/em&gt; home, which was at the center of the whole longhouse that had over 20 homes.&lt;br /&gt;We gathered around together and they proceeded with the welcoming session, which is called '&lt;em&gt;Miring&lt;/em&gt;' if I'm not mistaken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/Longhouse05-MiringSession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="302" alt="The Miring Session" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/Longhouse05-MiringSession.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think ya can find me? Hehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the Miring session was over, we were given some biscuits, local snacks and coffee. After that, we went to grab our bags/luggages from the buses to our respective foster homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yeah, forgot to mention that every participant that joined this longhouse outreach program were distributed to respective foster families to stay overnight with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was distributed to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Pantah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the Head of the longhouse's family, together with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger, Guan Thai/GT &amp; Hiroyuki/Hiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Man, I love this &lt;em&gt;Bapak&lt;/em&gt;! I'll tell more about him later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So we all grabbed our own things and have them placed in our own foster family's home, before we proceeded to lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food prepared were great! Everyone indulged themselves gladly! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After lunch, we got down to some community work, including some labour work around the village, and mural painting at the school hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I joined the mural painting group. It took a little while to get things started, but we progressed on and on for hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In-between painting, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had some of us to practise our dancing to be shown to the people of the longhouse later that night; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, Roger, Iqbal, Lionel, Debbie, Genesis, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(our old friend and ex-CV! dance group member) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I spent most of the time at the school hall with the mural painting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At first, we started off with a number of helping hands, including &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angeline, Vivien, Anthony, Alvin, Alan, Yvonne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hours later, when came the time that we could go play basketball or volleyball, I stayed back, together with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Azie, Kimberley, and Wani&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, plus some people who occasionally passed by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice COLD shower and a VERY nice dinner, we all gathered at one end of the longhouse, where some amplifier and a karaoke set were already set up for the fun that was to come that whole night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hahah! To start off the fun, all of the participants were to only speak in &lt;em&gt;Malay or Iban&lt;/em&gt;. Haha! The sole reason for this 'game' was so that people will be forced to drink &lt;em&gt;tuak&lt;/em&gt; when they are caught speaking anything besides the forementioned languages... haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some speeches were done and souvenir hampers were given to each of the foster families by one of their foster children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A couple of karaoke singing by a couple of very young girls from the longhouse, and some dance performances from the kids there too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We too performed some dances for everyone to see! Haha! Boy, was the floor springy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the buzz, finally, out came &lt;em&gt;tuak&lt;/em&gt;... brought out by my own &lt;em&gt;Bapak&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pak Pantah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He even gave half a glass to me first... haha! I have to admit, I gladly took it too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuak&lt;/em&gt; is an enjoyable drink honestly, despite how the taste might sometimes be, though most of the time, it's good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plus, it's not beer, which I do not enjoy drinking.... AT ALL!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone of us got the taste of &lt;em&gt;tuak&lt;/em&gt; that night... undoubtedly... And naturally, there were a number of us that got drunk.. haaha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How unfortunate, that they are also some of us that had to catch up with assignments and had to force themselves to somewhere away from the party, turn on the laptop, and start working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thankfully, I was not burdened by assignments at the time.. Phew... Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, I drank... probably as much &lt;em&gt;tuak&lt;/em&gt; as ten of those small glassfuls...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There was even one point when my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bapak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; served some of us (me first, damn!!) a tiny SIP of scotch! BOY, was that strong!! After me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;took a sip and immediately he threw himself to teh floor and stayed down.. ahhaha! And he should be better at drinking alcohol, since in Japan, it's normal to drink &lt;em&gt;sake&lt;/em&gt; (alcoholic drink) to keep your body warm, if I'm not mistaken...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Along with that, it was a funny experience, honestly... haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Two glassful less of the estimated total earlier, I was feeling fine and all, though I was as red as a tomato throughout my body... I actually halted from drinking for a long while... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VJ&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pulled me to join him, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genesis, Abel, my Bapak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a few others in a circle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Bapak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; happily served me two glassfuls at that time (not at once of course). It was after those two drinks that I really felt the wuzziness, until the point I can't stand upright for even a few seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now... the reason why I love my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bapak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so much... hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not cause he kept serving me &lt;em&gt;tuak&lt;/em&gt;... no no... haha... he's a cool guy! Very fun, but yet he's very caring.. He actually stayed up and stuck around to make sure his foster children got back home safely to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger and Hiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had already gone back to call it the night... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guan Thai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was just wandering around the longhouse together with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheryl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... while I just stuck around where the main party was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reminding myself that I've drank a lot, I decided to stuff my stomach with some solid food... anything that I could find to eat... but thankfully I was able to enjoy lotsa peanuts... oohh.... been a long time since I ate those peanuts... hehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Bapak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; constantly reminded me to go on back to sleep and rest, worried that I was starting to be drunk... I told him that I was still and would be fine and that I was just going for some late night snacks before I went back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 3 in the morning, when I and some others headed back to call it the night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha! I can still remember myself not even walking straight or standing up for long, in constant need to lead on something... It was some walk to where I'd be sleeping... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debbie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who was with me then, even asked me, '&lt;em&gt;Tiang, are you really all right? I don't want to have to carry you all the way back!&lt;/em&gt;' Hahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, surely enough, I got back, took another VERY cold shower, and even joined a group of my friends outside for a bit... before I went back in to sleep...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up.. about 9 or so in the morning... And boy, was my itch really bothering me.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What itch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well.... from that night on, I can safely confirm that I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;alcohollergic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Simply saying, I'm allergic to alcohol... Thankfully, my allergy isn't serious, and I only get itchy red blotches around my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even before that last two glass of &lt;em&gt;tuak&lt;/em&gt; that I had that night, I was already feeling the itch around my body. And actually, just remembering all this is giving me itches here and there already.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Despite the annoying itch, I don't regret taking those tuak and enjoying myself that night... =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We returned back to &lt;strong&gt;Curtin&lt;/strong&gt; when coming to noon time... by the same two buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On the journey back, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger, Debbie &amp; I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got to talk a lot about our time back at the longhouse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was really a hell of a fun time for us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just recently, Roger even mentioned something about planning to make a returning visit there again someday during this semester break...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha! Who knows what's to come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some photos that I got from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Azie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/KimAzI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Kimberley, Azie and I" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/KimAzI.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/JimAlanI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="355" alt="Alan &amp;amp; I beating Jimmy down" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/JimAlanI.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/AlanKimAugI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="273" alt="Alan, Kimberley, Augustine &amp;amp; I" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Personal/AlanKimAugI.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113293305303124185?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113293305303124185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113293305303124185' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113293305303124185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113293305303124185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/memories-back-at-longhouse.html' title='Memories back at the longhouse...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113257513859488336</id><published>2005-11-21T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:12:18.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am FREEEE~!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/psylocke_painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Psylocke (X-Men Legends)" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/psylocke_painting.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psylocke &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. man! Been a long long time since I updated on my life...&lt;br /&gt;Been so lazy to, honestly...&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... what have I not updated on...&lt;br /&gt;1. My Trip to Kula Lumpur... Yup... have not updated that since September...&lt;br /&gt;2. Fun at the longhouse... still have not yet gone around that...&lt;br /&gt;3. Fund Day with the Special Sun at Bintang Plaza... that was quite recently too..&lt;br /&gt;4. my final exams... the latest.... and it's OVER!!! YEAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to relax and have my fun!! Got some game boy advance games in my pendrive from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alvin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Woohoo!! Good thing I met him this morning at the Student Council Room!! Hohohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, if not anime or online, I can always whip up my game boy advance emulator and play some games!! Hahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three papers I had to take for my final exams... &lt;strong&gt;Mathematics, Computing &amp; Mechanics&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The first two papers were all right... I feel I can still get reasonable satisfying results from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mechanics &lt;/strong&gt;is the one that got me down terribly... First, I didn't get enough internal marks throughout the semester... 23/50...&lt;br /&gt;the final exam paper was 50 marks... and while taking it earlier this afternoon, I am pretty confident that I've failed &lt;strong&gt;Mechanics &lt;/strong&gt;and will be repeating it next semester.... curses.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. no matter.... I was very much expecting that honestly...&lt;br /&gt;Though I found that I got to learn something from this....&lt;br /&gt;I think I would be practising a new way of studying starting for my next semester...&lt;br /&gt;instead of jam-packing a whole lot into my head in a short time period...&lt;br /&gt;I think I can do with inputing little by little in a longer period of time....&lt;br /&gt;It was something that I didn't do for this semester and probably my main reason for not doing well at all for my &lt;strong&gt;Mechanics&lt;/strong&gt;.. along with the other subjects...&lt;br /&gt;Will definitely start practising that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do I intend to?&lt;br /&gt;well.... not exactly having an hour or so purely to study...&lt;br /&gt;I'll do everything else as usual... onlining, on the computer and stuffs.... but this time... with my lecture notes or whatever lecture material...&lt;br /&gt;do that as my usual routine like onlining and so on, and I'm sure to do a whole lot better....&lt;br /&gt;maybe you guys can try....&lt;br /&gt;I acquired this skill to study while doing everything else while studying for Mechanics... the last two days.... cause I've been doing everything else while having the &lt;strong&gt;Mchanics' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;book of lecture notes &lt;/em&gt;with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. that's how I feel I can study well.... and without boring myself so badly....&lt;br /&gt;With the few months of semester break ahead... I'll probably find some part-time job to earn some pocket money... and I'll definitely get to updating on the list above.. hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, everyone!!  ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113257513859488336?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113257513859488336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113257513859488336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113257513859488336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113257513859488336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-freeee.html' title='I am FREEEE~!!!'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113248795610795408</id><published>2005-11-20T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T19:59:16.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Numa Numa' Song V2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wimp.com/pluma/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'Numa Numa' Song V2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should check it out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hella funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should mention this too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the gay version of the song... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113248795610795408?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113248795610795408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113248795610795408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113248795610795408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113248795610795408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/numa-numa-song-v2.html' title='&apos;Numa Numa&apos; Song V2'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113230139713805452</id><published>2005-11-18T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:09:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrisy + Religion = Not good</title><content type='html'>Got to read a journal of somebody's in Multiply... really on something that had my interest for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;a href="http://dappie.multiply.com/journal/item/325"&gt;CHRISTIAN HYPOCRISY?&lt;/a&gt;' by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dappie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me state this disclaimer first....&lt;br /&gt;I am not going against Christians, all right?&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends who are Christians and I've nothing against the religion, or any others for that matter....&lt;br /&gt;It's more on the hypocrisy that is sadly evident.  Though thankfully, it isn't around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are Christians known to criticize other religions or complete non-God-believers (Atheist?)... VERY BADLY AND MEANLY...&lt;br /&gt;Criticizing them of not believing in the 'true' God and are worshipping the demons or Satan Himself... and are going to hell while they themselves will be going to heaven....&lt;br /&gt;That's basically insulting the very God(s) and/or Goddess(es) of the other religions, while idolizing their own as the only true one...&lt;br /&gt;Saying that they're going to heaven while everyone else is going to hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question...&lt;br /&gt;If a follower of a whole other religion besides Christianity has been sacrificing his time and energy; his life, doing charity for everyone else and helping those in need, etc..... does that fellow go to heaven or hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question...&lt;br /&gt;If a follower of Christianity has made a living out of cheating to get a successful life (for example), in the expense of other people's lives, and has asked for forgiveness from the 'true' God.... does he go to heaven or hell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to what 'these' Christians said... the first one will got ot hell, while the second one will go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Man!  How forgiving is their 'true' God?!  He can even forgive the worst of sinners, yet discharges the greatest of saints....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about Christians only helping or giving charity to needy Christians...&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that Christians are stereotypically labelled as close-minded... (not being biased, but minus my friends and the people here as I don't see that in them..)&lt;br /&gt;I admittedly had that mindset about Christianity.. especially the ones in the west side of the globe...&lt;br /&gt;it's really sad and disappointing for me to think that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would these Christians think so highly of their God?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sure.  There's the bible that depicted a lot of incredible stories of relationship between their God and His people that are claimed true (and may be possibly proven so in the future... possibly)...&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Jesus Christ, who was given birth to by a virgin woman, sacrificed his very life for His people, and supposedly, according to the bible, once came back from the dead...&lt;br /&gt;And then lastly, there are those incredible true phenomenons that happened in the favour of Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;Like statues of Jesus Christ or Virgin Mary crying water, blood, or even milk, occurences of stigmata, and even claims of witnesses encountering these holy beings.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I guess it gave these people a faithful belief that their God is for real and existent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I've gotten to know of other amazing events happen for other religions.&lt;br /&gt;Like the Buddha statues or altars at Indonesia that were practically untouched despite being amongst the rubbles of last year's horrific Christmas eve tsunami aftermath.&lt;br /&gt;Cause of such events, it got me to think that in this world... we may be worshipping different Gods/Goddesses.. but all in all, we're actually worshipping the one and the same God... or at least, someone of a family of Gods and Goddesses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I think these 'stereotypically close-minded' Christians must have mistunderstood the ideals of Christianity or something...&lt;br /&gt;It isn't about following Christianity to be able to go to heaven...  You don't get a sure ticket to heaven just for following Christianity!&lt;br /&gt;I may be wrong or off here... but...&lt;br /&gt;Isn't Christianity about forgiving sinners?  Guiding those lost or astray so that they get back to the right path?  Helping those that are in need?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it these 'stereotyped' Christians think that their religion is superior over others?  That was never taught in the bible...&lt;br /&gt;No priest or pastor ever preached that all religions are Satanic, except Christianity.... did them?&lt;br /&gt;If some of them did, they are the devil themselves then, sorry to say.&lt;br /&gt;No religion is better or more true than the others....&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about those dark/underground/infamous occults though.  Never could get that much information about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned this before, I can't remember when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is not something that tells you what to do,&lt;br /&gt;It ain't a sure ticket to either heaven or hell,&lt;br /&gt;It is not meant to be forced into everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;And it definitely isn't about being more superior than other religions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is supposed to act as a guide for you throughout your life,&lt;br /&gt;It is supposed to teach you to think, know, and do right from wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It is meant to be accepted by you willingly,&lt;br /&gt;And it should also be able to accept the fact that there ARE other religions too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline, these 'stereotypically close-minded' Christians should stop looking only straight in front of them and start looking around... maybe they should even take a look at themselves and see how their actions are not right or acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;I may be a free-thinker and not exactly following my current religion... but then...&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I am a free-thinker, that doesn't mean I never thought of how to differentiate right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, no one was offended by my entry.&lt;br /&gt;I only wrote it cause... someone has to touch on the subject in order for people to notice such mistakes, and hopefully not do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you would like to argue with me about what I've said in this entry... I welcome you to leave a comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113230139713805452?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113230139713805452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113230139713805452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113230139713805452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113230139713805452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/hypocrisy-religion-not-good.html' title='Hypocrisy + Religion = Not good'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113221885466974765</id><published>2005-11-17T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:21:32.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Cracked Pot</title><content type='html'>Found this story on Friendster bulletin board...&lt;br /&gt;Very nice story..&lt;br /&gt;There was no actual title.. so i'm giving it one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Story of the Cracked Pot&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots,&lt;br /&gt;each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried&lt;br /&gt;across her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the pots had a crack in it while the other&lt;br /&gt;pot was perfect and always delivered a full&lt;br /&gt;portion of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the long walk from the stream to the&lt;br /&gt;house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a full two years this went on daily, with the&lt;br /&gt;woman bringing home only one and a half pots of&lt;br /&gt;water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its&lt;br /&gt;accomplishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own&lt;br /&gt;imperfection, and miserable that it could only do&lt;br /&gt;half of what it had been made to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years of what it perceived to be bitter&lt;br /&gt;failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the&lt;br /&gt;stream. "&lt;em&gt;I am ashamed of myself, because this&lt;br /&gt;crack in my side causes water to leak out all the&lt;br /&gt;way back to your house.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old woman smiled, "&lt;em&gt;Did you notice that there&lt;br /&gt;are flowers on your side of the path, but not on&lt;br /&gt;the other pot's side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because I have always known about your&lt;br /&gt;flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of&lt;br /&gt;the path, and every day while we walk back, you&lt;br /&gt;water them.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;For two years I have been able to pick these &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;beautiful flowers to decorate the table. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without you being just the way you are, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;there &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would not be this beauty to grace the house.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the&lt;br /&gt;cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives&lt;br /&gt;together so very interesting and rewarding. You've&lt;br /&gt;just got to take each person for what they are and&lt;br /&gt;look for the good in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my crackpot friends:&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day and remember to smell the flowers,&lt;br /&gt;on your side of the path!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inanimate objects have feelings too.&lt;br /&gt;So be considerate of them and change their flaws into benefits/advantages.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? If a message has its meaning and value, people will gladly forward them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to resort to force to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to curse and threaten people to forward a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they don't choose to, it is their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have other people to pass the message to or through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop forwarding pointless chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When the forwarding stops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;..so does the useless chain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Another attempt of the 'Stop the Chain' Campaign -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113221885466974765?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113221885466974765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113221885466974765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113221885466974765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113221885466974765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/story-of-cracked-pot.html' title='The Story of the Cracked Pot'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113108282360201027</id><published>2005-11-11T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T02:56:37.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hybrid's Anime Marathon - 1st Part</title><content type='html'>I've gotten into my own anime marathon in the last two weeks... mainly in the first of the two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;I got to accomplished &lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;/strong&gt; complete series of anime, though short ones with the most was 26 episodes and an average of 13 episodes each.&lt;br /&gt;These animes were all completely in Japanese, but with English subtitles. Good ones too, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;These animes are also not popular... at least, around here anyway. Around here, you more commonly hear of animes like &lt;em&gt;Naruto, Bleach, &amp; Shaman King&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, that's why I thought to provide my own personal reviews of each anime series that I got to watch recently, in hopes that POSSIBLY, you guys might wanna check them out for yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You may click at some of the pictures to see the enlarged version, mostly '&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;800 x 600&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/ElfenLied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="301" alt="Elfen Lied" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/ElfenLied.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.advfilms.com/titles/elfenlied/"&gt;Elfen Lied&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Original Title: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erufen Riito &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;J: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vap.co.jp/elfenlied/"&gt;エルフェンリート&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Company:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.advfilms.com/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AD Vision&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Series Type: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running Time: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 25-minute episodes + &lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=5409"&gt;1 (OAV)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Horror + Comedy + Romance Drama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Personal Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;5 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me try and do my own synopsis of this story.&lt;br /&gt;Upon starting the story, we are quickly introduced to Lucy, a supposed mutated human known as &lt;em&gt;Diclonius&lt;/em&gt; that was making her escape from her containment unit of a secret research facility of sorts, creating havoc and a bloody massacre along the way.&lt;br /&gt;She succeeds in exitting the whole facility itself, but only to be greeted by a high cliff over the ocean. A near lethal hit to the side of her head by a sniper rifle sends her flying into the ocean below.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we are introduced to a couple of cousins, Kohta and Yuka, who by chance, discover a naked young girl stranded by the seashore, which we would all know to be the frightening Lucy earlier. Apparently, the shot to her head did not kill her, but instead cause a bad case of amnesia.&lt;br /&gt;Having lost her sense of language and knowledge of just about anything and everything(!), Kohta and Yuka decide to name the confused girl after the only 'word' that she could say, Nyuu, and bring her home under their temporary care.&lt;br /&gt;From that moment on, the lives of Kohta and Yuka were to change for the better or worse, as Lucy and the rest of her two-horned kind, the &lt;em&gt;Diclonius &lt;/em&gt;were deemed a threat to all of mankind and the secret organisation that she escaped from was out to retrieve her, dead or alive and at any cost.&lt;br /&gt;As the story progresses, we will come to know that there's more to the story than it appears to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I love this anime. I just loved how the story unfolded, despite how simple and predictable it was. Maybe it was just because of how I felt about Lucy throughout this series and the ordeals she had to suffer. It kind of gives you a good reason why she would go about and being hateful to the human race. Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/ElfenLied-Torture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="The disturbing childhood of Lucy" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/ElfenLied-Torture.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy's childhood, a big factor to her insanity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story &amp;amp; Characters - &lt;/strong&gt;The story, as I mentioned, is quite simple and most of the time, predictable. There are a few twists in the story here and there that would go unforeseen to the unaware. The characters all appear to have a story of their own to tell in this series.&lt;br /&gt;And I quote myself, "&lt;em&gt;Each character seem to have something bad happened, happening and/or will happen to them.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;One of the particular twists in the story involves the two main hero and heroine of the story. I'll leave you to judge who the two are. Speaking of which, it comes to another part of this series that I like. It's somewhat difficult to tell some of the good people from the bad, and vice versa. There are characters that act upon good intentions, but hide a bad motive.&lt;br /&gt;The Japanese voice acting was satisfactory for me. I don't know about the English one or any other language for that matter, but I'm one of those Japanese anime fans that prefer the original Japanese voices over any dub versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/vectors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Two horns and invisible hands, 'Vectors'" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/vectors.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diclonius are humans with two horns on their heads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and invisible (additional) hands called 'Vectors'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artwork and Graphic - &lt;/strong&gt;I never really go deep into the visual details in my reviews, unless I am somewhat impressed or disappointed/annoyed. I praise the artist/s of this series. The scenes were drawn very nicely and with much details. Same can be said for the characters, and I can say, Lucy/Nyu had an extra special treatment. As Nyu lived happily, peacefully together with Kohta &amp; Yuka, Lucy occasionally wakes up and bloody carnage happens.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the &lt;u&gt;gore&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;nudity&lt;/u&gt; throughout the anime, which is why this anime gets a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'MATURE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/Lucy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="The murderous Lucy" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/Lucy.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/Nyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="The cheery Nyu" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/Nyu.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's a comparison between the murderous Lucy and the cheery Nyu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Remarks - &lt;/strong&gt;Elfen Lied is an anime series that can leave you edging to watch the following episodes, cause every episode ends with a climate. I just love how the anime ended the story between the main hero and heroine at the very last episode, but I just hate how they ended the whole anime with such a cursed cliffhanger!! The story actually leaves a possibility of a sequel as some enemies are not yet defeated. I just wonder if it'll actually happen, the sequel that is.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really would recommend this anime to anyone (as long as they're mature enough, mentally and age-wise). Not only was the story good, it was kind of very meaningful; the lessons you can pick up from the story, like discrimination, and misunderstanding, and trust.&lt;br /&gt;I have this anime in cds now. So, if you wanna have a look at this anime, do contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/EflenLied.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Elfen Lied - Lucy" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/EflenLied.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/BondsofFriendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="200" alt="Two side characters; Mayu &amp; Nana" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Elfen%20Lied/BondsofFriendship.jpg" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have some more pictures if anyone wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="My Days With Midori" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Midori%20no%20Hibi/MidorinoHibi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/encyclopedia/anime.php?id=3592"&gt;Midori no Hibi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;J: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midorinohibi.com/"&gt;美鳥の日々&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Company:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a onmouseover="JavaScript:sst(0);return true;" onmouseout="JavaScript:sst(-1);return true;" href="http://www.animenfo.com/animestudio,14,uefiby,studio_pierrot.html"&gt;Studio Pierrot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Series Type: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TV Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running Time: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 25-minute episodes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genre:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Romance Comedy + &lt;a onmouseover="JavaScript:sgn(1);return true;" onmouseout="JavaScript:sgn(-1);return true;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecchi"&gt;Ecchi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Personal Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;4 out of 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Midori No Hibi&lt;/em&gt; is a romance/comedy, but with a twist. Let me first set up the story for you. It's about Seiji, a high school student that likes to get into fights, and it seems like that's all that he's good at. Basically, all he does is beat people up with his "devil" right hand. The people who dare to confront him fear this hand of his and for very good reason. Not only does Seiji get into a lot of fights, but he also wins a lot of fights. Since Seiji gets into a lot of fights and beats up a lot of people, everyone is scared of him. This is where Seiji's true problem comes in. He wants more then anything to have a girlfriend, however, all the girls are afraid of him. It seems that being known as the toughest kid around also comes with its drawbacks, because he can't seem to make a good impression with a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, he has asked out twenty girls and been rejected every time, so it seems that poor Seiji will never be able to find himself a girl. During the first episode, we get his take on this as he's picturing himself being rejected when he's an old man. There is some hope for Seiji though, and that hope is Midori. We never really find out, but she's about two years younger then Seiji and has had a crush on him for three years now. This is where Midori's true problem comes in. She has never said anything to him (I did say she was a shy girl). During the show, we see clips of her at the train station, watching Seiji and trying to build up the courage to talk to Seiji, but she never can. We get to witness as Midori wants to say something to Seiji before he passes and just as she's about to speak, it's too late and he has already left. It seems that poor Midori will never be able to talk to her love Seiji. Soon enough, both of their problems will be "fixed" in a very unconventional way.&lt;br /&gt;One morning, Seiji wakes up to a girl's voice, but has no clue where it's coming from. It only gets louder and louder, and he's really starting to freak out now because he has no idea where this girl's voice is coming from. Finally after some pretty funny moments, Seiji and all of us get to see where this girl is. The girl's voice that he was hearing was coming from his right hand, because now his right hand is a girl, and the girl is Midori. I did say that the problem was "fixed", right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;('&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animefringe.com/magazine/2004/12/feature/02.php"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How Bad Would You Want a Girlfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;' by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animefringe.com/mailto/staff.php?email=joe"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Joseph Luscik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed watching this anime series. It gets you laughing a lot, and the romance in the story is really sweetly innocent. The humor didn't go overboard, nor did the romance ever got so serious. It was a nice mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="The characters in the series" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Midori%20no%20Hibi/midori.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Story &amp; Characters - &lt;/strong&gt;The story is basically simple, with little plot twists or such. The story just mainly revolved around the relationship formed between Seiji and Midori. The storyline was put together really well. There is even one episode where the two got to switch places, which was interesting to watch, yet, with a good lesson in the end as both got to see through the perspective of the other, literally. The characters will work to make you fall in love with them and it is always enjoyable to watch them proceed with their usual roles in the story, especially the love triangle part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artwork &amp;amp; Graphic - &lt;/strong&gt;There's nothing much to say really about the artwork. I personally found the art as really well done, along with the nice clear coloring. There is the occassional exposure of bare breasts here and there, though not much, and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Midori%20no%20Hibi/MidorinoHibi-Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Midori and Seiji" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Midori%20no%20Hibi/MidorinoHibi-Wallpaper.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;General Remarks - &lt;/strong&gt;I recommend you guys to check this anime out. It's an enjoyable one to watch and follow. It's especially interesting to see how the relationship and romance between Seiji and Midori turn out in the end, when Midori returns to normal. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113108282360201027?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113108282360201027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113108282360201027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113108282360201027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113108282360201027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/hybrids-anime-marathon-1st-part.html' title='Hybrid&apos;s Anime Marathon - 1st Part'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113144063453985298</id><published>2005-11-08T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:09:11.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Choice To Be Happy</title><content type='html'>Read this story at &lt;a href="http://ehon.multiply.com/journal/item/68?last_read=1130251477&amp;mark_read=ehon:journal:68"&gt;Ehon's Multiply&lt;/a&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;A meaningful story that everyone should get to read and know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The husband of a 92-year-old lady recently passed away. After his death, it was necessary for the lady to move into a nursing home. After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I love it,&lt;/em&gt;" she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Jones, you haven't seen the room, just wait.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;That doesn't have anything to do with it,&lt;/em&gt;" she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn't depend on how the furniture is arranged...&lt;br /&gt;It's how I arrange my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I already decided to love it.&lt;br /&gt;It's a decision I make every morning when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do.&lt;br /&gt;Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I'll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I've stored away just for this time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Old age is like a bank account: you withdraw from what you've put in.&lt;br /&gt;So, deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is just five simple rules to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Free your heart from hatred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Free your mind from worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Live simply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Expect less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always choose to be happy, people.&lt;br /&gt;The worst may have just happened to you,&lt;br /&gt;but believe it or not,&lt;br /&gt;it will always throughout your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through life is like walking on a tight rope:&lt;br /&gt;It's like a constant balancing act.&lt;br /&gt;You'll occasionally tilt from side to side,&lt;br /&gt;between both good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;So it's not surprising if you fell to the bad side once a while,&lt;br /&gt;it's bound to happen throughout your life.&lt;br /&gt;So, when you do, just get back up onto that tight rope,&lt;br /&gt;and walk it as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the old lady said, you have the choice..&lt;br /&gt;To be &lt;strong&gt;UNHAPPY&lt;/strong&gt; cause of the bad/worse/worst that happened to you,&lt;br /&gt;Or to be &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;/strong&gt;cause you're still able to get back up despite what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;When you were born into this world,&lt;br /&gt;You cried while everyone around you smiled.&lt;br /&gt;So aim that when you leave this world,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone around you is crying while you are smiling.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113144063453985298?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113144063453985298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113144063453985298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113144063453985298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113144063453985298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/your-choice-to-be-happy.html' title='Your Choice To Be Happy'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113132598134879427</id><published>2005-11-07T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T09:24:27.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music is the universal language</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;This following flash is indeed very, VERY COOL!&lt;BR&gt;Was introduced to it by &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;Kimberley&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;..&lt;BR&gt;Just watch it, guys!&amp;nbsp; The animations, the 'camera' movement, the motions...&amp;nbsp; It's all so good!&lt;BR&gt;Whoever did this must've been really experienced and I praise the fellow's creativity and knowledge!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;And this small video size flash below I stole from &lt;A href="http://guiltysecrets.blogspot.com/" target=blank&gt;her blogspot&lt;/A&gt;, too.&amp;nbsp; Hehe! ;P&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=center&gt;&lt;EMBED src=http://uploads.ungrounded.net/274000/274697_one.swf width=425 height=350 type=application/x-shockwave-flash&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=right&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;Creator: &lt;A href="http://n201.inknara.com/" target=new&gt;&lt;FONT color=#6699cc&gt;n201&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P align=left&gt;Watch it in a larger screen here&amp;nbsp; --&amp;gt; &lt;A href="http://uploads.ungrounded.net/274000/274697_one.swf" target=new&gt;http://uploads.ungrounded.net/274000/274697_one.swf&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113132598134879427?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113132598134879427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113132598134879427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113132598134879427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113132598134879427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-is-universal-language.html' title='music is the universal language'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112981323576946982</id><published>2005-11-04T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:15:14.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Lists of Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just found a few random things in &lt;a href="http://multiply.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Multiply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and thought to share them. Whether true or not, it's up to you to decide, really.&lt;br /&gt;Hope y'all enjoy some of these supposed facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Facts About Break Ups&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;More often than not, breaking up is as hard on the person ending the relationship as it is on the person being broken up with - don't assume just because a person is breaking up with you means that they no longer care about you, caring about you and wanting a relationship with you are not one and the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nobody likes to hurt another person, especially somebody they have been close to, and it is often very easy to guilt trip somebody into staying with you when they are trying to end things. Resist this urge! When you use guilt as a way to stop a break up you not only cheat yourself out of having a good and true relationship, you foster resentment in the other person which could lead to greater pain and heart ache in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Being broken up with does not mean that there is something wrong with you; it just means that there is something that is not working in the relationship. Try not to take the rejection too personally. Remember that lots of great people have had failed relationships - the fact that the relationships failed says nothing about their value as a person. The fact that your relationship failed likewise says nothing about you as a person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is all right to cry, get mad and feel hurt when you are dumped. These are normal natural feelings. Just be sure that you let your feelings out in a safe place among friends or family. Do not make your ex the target of your feelings, even if they have done something to deserve your outrage. The sooner you let go of the other person, the sooner the healing can begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Breaking up is never easy. You will have good days and you will have bad days. Take it one day at a time and don't beat yourself up if you have an overly emotional day - you're only human after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Break ups are often followed by one of the parties starting a new relationship and when this happens it can bring up all sorts of old feelings. If you thought you were over someone who broke up with you and find yourself upset at the news that s/he has moved on, rest assured you are normal. Let yourself be upset, it is part of the healing process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Acting out in anger is never good for anybody. After being broken up with don't spread mean or spiteful rumors. Don't betray former confidences by telling old secrets to others. If another person was involved in your break up resist the urge to slam them behind their back. Acting vicious only makes you look bad and any satisfaction you may feel will be short lived. In the end this sort of behaviour will only make you feel worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A big part of the pain of breaking up comes from a feeling of embarrassment. We often fear how the situation will look to outsiders. Refuse to be embarrassed, even if you did something outlandish to cause your break up. Letting go of the embarrassment will help you move on to the healing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nobody ever deserves to be hurt. Your ex does not deserve to be hurt because you are hurting. Your ex's new love interest (if one even exists) does not deserve to be hurt just because you feel jealous. You do not deserve to be hurt, even if you acted badly and caused the break up. Breaking up hurts, but it doesn't have to be made worse by holding a grudge or drowning yourself in a pool of &lt;i&gt;if only's&lt;/i&gt;. Deal with the reality and let go of your anger, the pain will disappear more quickly if you do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Things may seem bleak now but you never know what the future may hold for you and your ex. You may get back together someday. You may not. Either way it is better to let go of a faltering relationship while there is still some caring left between the two of you. If you play it out to the bitter end and leave your ex no choice but to hate you to get rid of you, you close the door to the future. Bowing out graciously leaves room for a future relationship with your ex, even if it is just as good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Facts About Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love does not hurt. Physical and/or emotional abuse are not a part of love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love is not manipulative, it should not be used to get others to do what you want. You should never give in to demands based on the, "&lt;i&gt;You would do it if you loved me!&lt;/i&gt;" tactic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love is an intense feeling of caring for another person. It can take many different forms (romantic, friendly, familial) but it is &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; about caring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Although it is true that a big part of love is putting another person's happiness ahead of your own this &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; includes compromising your values or being untrue to yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If somebody asks you to do something that you don't want to do in order to "prove" your love they do not love you the way you might think they do. When you love another person you don't ask them to sacrifice a part of themselves in the name of that love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is very easy to confuse lust for love. The true measure of romantic love is commitment and trust &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; physical attraction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Facts About Cheating&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you chat the person who gets hurt the most is &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cheating is a form of lying - if you cheat you are also a liar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just because others are cheating doesn't mean it is OK for you to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When you cheat in school the short term reward may be a good grade but the long term effect of the action is denying yourself knowledge and the satisfaction of achievement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;If you feel the need to cheat in school it shows that you need help in that subject. Getting help will curb the urge to cheat and help you succeed in the long run. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cheating in a romantic relationship is very un-cool. If you are uncommitted enough to cheat you should break off the relationship and save the other person a great deal of heart ache. The pain and humiliation of being cheated on is never worse than the pain of being broken up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No matter what you tell yourself about your &lt;b&gt;reasons&lt;/b&gt; for cheating your motivations are purely selfish. Nobody ever cheats for the sake of another person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Telling on a person who is cheating is not "&lt;i&gt;ratting&lt;/i&gt;", especially when the cheating directly impacts the lives of others (for example: people cheating on a test that is graded on a curve, or your friend is cheating on his girlfriend). You are &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; doing anybody any favors by covering up for a cheater. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; too late to come clean about cheating. There will be consequences but when you admit to cheating you have already taken the first step toward making amends and others will respect that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cheating rarely occurs in isolation. It is a fact that it gets easier to cheat each time that you do it, especially if you don't get caught. The likelihood that a person will cheat again is directly related to whether or not they have gotten away with it in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It is possible to feel romantic love for more than one person at a given time. Just think, if it is possible for you to love both of your parents at the same time why would it be impossible to feel romantic love for two people at once? Don't beat yourself up emotionally if you find yourself in this unhappy situation. But be sure to remain single and be open and honest with all parties about your feelings and confusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sex is NOT love. Love is NOT sex. Sex can be a part of romantic love but it is &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; mandatory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Romantic love can (and often does) fade. When it goes there is not always a reason. When somebody falls out of love with you it does not reflect upon your value as a person or your desirability. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Love should make you feel happy, secure and appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Facts About Trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trust is a two way street; you get it if you give it. For example: if you want your parents to trust you try trusting them with the truth about what is going on in your life, if you want a relationship built on trust you have to trust in the other person as much as you do in yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Parents will usually give trust freely until you do something to break it. If this isn't the case in your family and you really can't see why your parents don't trust you just come right out and ask them for an explanation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes people don't trust you because of the actions of a person close to you. It is all too common for the behavior of older siblings or friends to cause parents and teachers to doubt you. Accept that this is what is happening, don't fight it, and work at proving that in spite of the actions of others &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; can be trusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sometimes trust has to be earned. If you had trust but did something to break it, it is possible to fix things. But in doing so remember that as the trust breaker you don't get to set the expectations, terms or time frame for earning that trust back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In order to fix broken trust both sides have to want the trust back. You can never force a person to trust you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your parents want to trust you! What you see as mistrust of you could really be fear, mistrust of those around you and/or their natural protective instincts at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Some people have been so badly hurt in the past that they have great difficulty trusting others. If you have a person like this in your life accept that there will always be an element of mistrust in your relationship and be prepared to work overtime to prove that &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; can be trusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trust is an essential part of &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; successful relationships be they academic, romantic, friendly or familial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trust is an essential part of sex - if you don't trust your partner 110% don't have sex with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Trust is a gift - you give it and you receive it. It should never be taken for granted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Facts About Lies/Lying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lying is the number one reason that people lose trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The most common reason that people lie is to avoid confrontation. Getting in trouble is never fun but lying to avoid it is always a "band-aid" solution. When the truth comes out the confrontation is guaranteed to be even more unpleasant than it would have been without the lie. A lie compounds the problem, it doesn't solve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Another common reason people lie is to make themselves seem "better" or more interesting. This sort of lying can be a sign of low self esteem, problems at home, or depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lies are like dominos - one lie can knock out whole relationships, destroy entire aspects of your life or even limit your future in unforeseeable ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lies are a gamble. Every time you lie you gamble with being caught. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lies have a way of getting out and coming back to haunt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The worst lies are the ones you tell yourself. When you lie to others you are also lying to yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chronic lying can signal a psychiatric or social disorder. If you find yourself "lying for no reason" or to cover up behavior that you know is harmful consider seeking professional help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lies can damage your self image and cause inner conflicts (like dissonance) that drastically change the way you view, and act upon, the world and other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Little white lies&lt;/i&gt;" are lies that are told about &lt;b&gt;superficial&lt;/b&gt; things and are told when the truth would only serve to hurt another person. They &lt;b&gt;ARE NOT&lt;/b&gt; told to avoid confrontation or cover up the harmful actions of another person. For example: telling another friend that a haircut looks good when you don't really like it is a "&lt;i&gt;little white lie&lt;/i&gt;", telling your parents that you are spending the night at a friend's house so that you can stay out past curfew is &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112981323576946982?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112981323576946982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112981323576946982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112981323576946982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112981323576946982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/5-lists-of-facts.html' title='5 Lists of Facts'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112981347755643541</id><published>2005-11-04T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T10:51:04.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The distance between your eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;At least an eye's width between eyes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have balanced judgement and a clear view of the world. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closer-set eyes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have a narrow view of the world, and an overdependence on parental and family stuctures. May need a nudge to develope an independent lifestyle. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your will power should be strengthened in the search for self-assurance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As an employee, you need continual encouragement to grow in self-confidence. You possess little tolerance to stress and may crack under pressure. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trivial matter can be blown out of proportion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wide-set eyes: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are tolerant and broad-minded. May show a flagrant disregard for authority and advice. A delicate blend of firmness and understanding is needed to iron out the initial stresses.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You need to be offered alternative choices. As a worker, you need plenty of space to explore your creative potential. You may possess too superficial an opinion at times. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112981347755643541?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112981347755643541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112981347755643541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112981347755643541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112981347755643541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/11/distance-between-your-eyes.html' title='The distance between your eyes...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113066558782759101</id><published>2005-10-30T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T17:56:22.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How was the ball in Heaven?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="300" alt="Yahiko &amp; the beautiful Kaori" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Samurai%20X/BeautifulKaori.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Curtin Grand Ball 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HEAVEN ON EARTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It happened on &lt;em&gt;October 22nd, 2005&lt;/em&gt;. We, the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council members &lt;/strong&gt;of Year 2005, had a lot to do to prepare for this event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year's Grand Ball was to take place at &lt;strong&gt;Mariott Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;, which is said to be the most expensive hotel in &lt;strong&gt;Miri&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wanted to finish off this year's Student Council with a big bang with this final anual activity that is gonna be organised by the Student Council. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The preparations were long and required a lot of work, but we were soon pretty much done with everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a couple of weeks more before the big event, but I was bugged by a lot of people, about where's the ticket and how to buy them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The tickets weren't even made yet and yet a lot of the tables were already booked for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And when the tickets were finally made, over a weekend, all tables were already booked!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a surprise, and it became hard for me, as a lot of my friends were hoping to be able to get a few tickets to go for the ball, yet don't seem to be able to have a chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a stressful period during that time.. as a lot was happening besides preparation for the ball...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was also the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council 2006 Election &lt;/strong&gt;campaigning week. I had to take care of activites for the &lt;strong&gt;John Curtin Charity Month 2005&lt;/strong&gt; as well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then let's not forget my problematic personal life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were a few misunderstandings that a fellow friend of mine brought up regarding Curtin's grand balls and it just ticked me off what people are actually assuming them to be, without ever checking it out before!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A boring time with the final year students getting their certs??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YO, inconsiderates! If you're gonna gossip, try to at least gossip with a more truthful content!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What you're talking about there is the graduation ceremony... NOT the Grand Ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;One happens in the first semester... the other happens in the second semester... and both happens only ONCE a year... OK??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway... let's just fast forward and get to the day of the event itself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daxter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got to pick me up to go to the hotel around noon. What are we doing there so early when the ball happens at night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wanted to brief all attending &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Student Council members &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on the things of the Grand Ball at the venue. We even discussed transportation for ourselves for the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was ready to go for the ball fairly easily that evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last year, my attire was all black formal with a black blazer, plus a maroon tie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This year, I decided to come all white! I planned so ever since before my trip to KL (which reminds me, I've not yet updated), and it coincidentally came to fit with the theme for this year; heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha! I actually came to the ball, forgetting my ticket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thankfully, since I was a &lt;strong&gt;Student Council member&lt;/strong&gt;, it didn't really matter for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As people started coming in, I played the role of directing people to where their tables were. It took a while to remember the general location of the table numbers, but I got them nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We had a couple of MCs to start of the night, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daryll &amp; Pamela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There were a few speeches, by our Student Council 2005 President, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and then our Dean, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Ruth Marquis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It is then followed by the launching of the night, with the 'pop'ping of some wine bottles and then pouring the drink into a pyramid of glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A toast was made by the &lt;em&gt;Dean&lt;/em&gt;, her spouse, our &lt;em&gt;Public Relations officer &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), our &lt;em&gt;Head of Teaching &amp;amp; Learning &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Rosslyn Albon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;), our &lt;em&gt;Head of School of Engineering &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Chua Han Bing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) and all &lt;em&gt;Student Council members&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The apple mixed with grape juice was delicious and I even got a second glass since there was extras. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, we started dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The main course was mostly all right, but disappointingly insufficient. The desserts and everything else outside was even worse. Very disappointing. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway... as we dine, there were a few musical performances by the &lt;strong&gt;Music Society Club&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Azie &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;featuring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desmond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bay Yeo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;featuring &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aylwin &lt;/strong&gt;on guitar&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;featuring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dennis &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(of Curtin Camp 2005) &lt;em&gt;on keyboard&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sang, we had some couples dancing on the dance floor, including myself. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, on the second half of the night, &lt;em&gt;Noizy Minority &lt;/em&gt;took over, with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VJ &amp; Renee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as MCs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They were mainly there to handle the tradition of &lt;strong&gt;Prom King &amp;amp; Queen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I won't bother with the nominees and just go straight to who won! Our very own and beloved, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daryll How&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;Prom King &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lee Kiun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(?) for &lt;em&gt;Prom Queen&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After that, the two led the dance floor as quickly the dance floor was filled with dancing pairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rinoa, care for a dance?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Rinoa-DanceAllNight.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh, I was quite disappointed from there, as the dance session started off with some nice, romantic songs... but only a few before the DJ (staff of the hotel) started playing those less nice and romantic songs.... (&lt;em&gt;Wasn't he aware that this was supposed to be a romantic night? Not a clubbing night??&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway.. basically that was the &lt;strong&gt;Grand Ball&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was somewhat bittersweet when it came to my personal life during this ball. I could barely get over what I had got to know that night... but I just went on pretending like I was fine with everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know how obvious it was my emotions were showing, but possibly, no one was aware of it other than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my best friend since childhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that night, a series of events have been happening, but let's not go into those, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The current status of the situation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Basically....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm all right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know how... but somehow just some days ago, I was able to give myself the right slap and I'm now not holding on anymore... if not at all, then very very softly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do still care about her a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do still enjoy being with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do still find her an attractive lady (and that grand ball night, she looked gorgeous).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But she's just a good friend to me now... A good friend that I find very fun to be with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've finally beat that 'demon' in my head.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Id&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has lost to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hybrid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and now has lost some of its power against him.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of which.. if you noticed, my blog descriptions are actually in a form of like a story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really feel like writing a summary story of that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe another time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113066558782759101?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113066558782759101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113066558782759101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113066558782759101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113066558782759101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/how-was-ball-in-heaven.html' title='How was the ball in Heaven?'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113033607379142586</id><published>2005-10-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T22:14:33.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I grow.... Say it together now!</title><content type='html'>Dear All,&lt;br /&gt;Each time when I face problem, regardless what!&lt;br /&gt;I will read the below message and tell myself&lt;br /&gt;"Here I grow again"&lt;br /&gt;Pls go thru..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;"Here I grow again" &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry if you have problems! Which is easy&lt;br /&gt;to say until you are in the midst of a really big one,&lt;br /&gt;I know. But the only people I am aware of who&lt;br /&gt;don't have troubles are gathered in little&lt;br /&gt;neighborhoods. Most communities have at least&lt;br /&gt;one. We call them cemeteries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're breathing, you have difficulties. It's the way&lt;br /&gt;of life. And believe it or not, most of your problems&lt;br /&gt;may actually be good for you! Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have seen the Great Barrier Reef,&lt;br /&gt;stretching some 1,800 miles from New Guinea to&lt;br /&gt;Australia. Tour guides regularly take visitors to&lt;br /&gt;view the reef. On one tour, the guide was asked&lt;br /&gt;an interesting question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I notice that the lagoon side of the reef looks pale&lt;br /&gt;and lifeless, while the ocean side is vibrant and&lt;br /&gt;colorful&lt;/em&gt;," a traveler observed. "&lt;em&gt;Why is this?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guide gave an interesting answer: "&lt;em&gt;The coral&lt;br /&gt;around the lagoon side is in still water, with no&lt;br /&gt;challenge for its survival. It dies early. Thecoral on&lt;br /&gt;the ocean side is constantly being tested by wind,&lt;br /&gt;waves, storms - surges of power. It has to fight for&lt;br /&gt;survival every day of its life. As it is challenged and&lt;br /&gt;tested, it changes and adapts. It grows healthy. It&lt;br /&gt;grows strong. And it reproduces.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Then he added this telling note: "&lt;em&gt;That's the way it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is with every living organism.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it is with people. Challenged and&lt;br /&gt;tested, we come alive! Like coral pounded by the&lt;br /&gt;sea, we grow. Physical demands can cause us to&lt;br /&gt;grow stronger. Mental and emotional stress can&lt;br /&gt;produce tough-mindedness and resiliency.&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual testing can produce strength of character&lt;br /&gt;and faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you have problems -- no problem! Just tell&lt;br /&gt;yourself, "&lt;em&gt;Here I grow again&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=====================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If a message is meaningful.... it will be forwarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It won't need threats or curses to be forwarded by someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stop the forwarding the pointless chains.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cause...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When the forwarding ends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;....so does the useless chains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The 'Stop The Chain' Campaign -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113033607379142586?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113033607379142586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113033607379142586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113033607379142586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113033607379142586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-i-grow-say-it-together-now.html' title='Here I grow.... Say it together now!'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113005345069454543</id><published>2005-10-23T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T15:44:10.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Cool Grampa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Link:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://media.putfile.com/14182"&gt;http://media.putfile.com/14182&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://souldragon.multiply.com"&gt;souldragon&lt;/a&gt; for sharing this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! I want to find and download this video!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me how?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113005345069454543?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113005345069454543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113005345069454543' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113005345069454543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113005345069454543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/very-cool-grampa.html' title='A Very Cool Grampa!!'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-113001339734574087</id><published>2005-10-23T04:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T04:44:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of My Life</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;I need to talk to somebody..&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm?" Gero's eyebrows shot up with curiousity at the sudden break of the silence. "What's on your mind?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A lot...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ooo... k.." Gero muttered a tone of both suspicion and concern. "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I feel like such a loser...&lt;/em&gt;" Caz said, burying his face in the palms of his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down," Gero said while placing an arm over Caz's shoulder, trying to comfort him a little. "Tell me about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You know most of my story already.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's about her again, huh?" Gero asked, with a hint of confidence in his words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caz just nodded before continuing, "&lt;em&gt;I thought I was over her. I thought I could start treating her like any other friend...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pause. Gero made not a sound. That was because from the look of Caz's face, he knew he was not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Guess I've just been pretending...&lt;/em&gt;" Caz finally continued where he left off. "&lt;em&gt;Been lying to myself... Lying to her.. The love is still there... lingering somewhere. I don't know how to get rid of it.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gero just sighed. He could somewhat understood his best friend's predicament. It was kind of... common; something you usually get to watch and witness in those drama series or romance teen movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay cool, dude," Gero just patted Caz's shoulder. "Falling out of love is usually hard. You'll make it some day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caz just kept silent. Gero noticed the aimlessly wandering of his eyes. It was obvious that Caz was thinking otherwise. Caz just stayed silent for a while. Gero just waited for his response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Why is it so hard for me this time...? It never happened this way with my past crushes...&lt;/em&gt;" Caz finally spoke. "&lt;em&gt;Am I that desperate to be in a relationship?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm..." Gero thought for a moment, but was quick to come up with a reply. "That is possibly one reason... But then again, it just might be that you really fell for her. I don't blame you. I once fell for her too, remember?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caz didn't reply. He didn't need to. Caz and Gero were best friends after all. They practically knew each other like they were each other's diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;She's with somebody now. Unlike in the past, this time it really burnt... bad,&lt;/em&gt;" Caz said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gero just shifted his eyes to look at his depressed friend. Sound real serious this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;It's like... the third time already,&lt;/em&gt;" Caz continued. "&lt;em&gt;First crush... had a boyfriend when I still liked her. Second one... had a boyfriend soon after I decided to stop.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gero continued to listen. A good listener allows the speaker to finish his points before finally speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The first one was easy for me to get over. With a little of difficulty, but surely enough, it was gone quick. The second one, it stung a little. And now I'm experiencing that same feeling, but worse.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caz spoke in a slow and soft voice; a voice that screamed of sadness and depression. It was very unlike him, Gero thought. Caz was usually the happy-go-lucky sort. He was nearly always in smiles. He was always cheery when with his friends. He sometimes seemed like there was not a worry in the world for him. Even when things seemed bad, he would be the one to try and cheer up everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;This feeling... This feeling of jealousy... I don't want it,&lt;/em&gt;" Caz shook his head, while slowly pulling his outstretched legs into his arms. "&lt;em&gt;I don't want it...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I don't want it..&lt;/em&gt;" he repeated again, this time, he sounded like busrting into tears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I DON'T WANT IT!!&lt;/em&gt;" he screamed a little before burying his face between his knees and his hands gripping at his hair roughly. "&lt;em&gt;I don't want it..&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gero reached with his other hand and hugged the curled up Caz, trying to give as much comfort as he could at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I don't love her anymore.... I don't! I don't love her anymore!! So stop bothering my freaking mind!!&lt;/em&gt;" Caz was shouting now, scolding himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down, Caz" was all Gero could come up with to try to calm the now crying Caz down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing and sniveling sounded constantly for a minute or two as Caz tried to calm himself down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I never had a girlfriend before. Even you had one before,&lt;/em&gt;" Caz spoke, sniveling or sobbing once a while as he did. "&lt;em&gt;I always wanted to have one. I wanted to know how it feels to fall in love with a girl and start a relationship with her. It must be such a wonderful thing, I'm sure.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caz continued, "&lt;em&gt;All the smiles, happiness of having and knowing someone loves you so dearly. Being able to be so close and intimate with another, whom you love so much. All those challenges of a relationship people talk about.. I'd take them on without any fear whatsoever!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm such a loser. All the time, everywhere I go, I'd see a couple; holding hands, hugging each other, leaning face to face. I always thought of how lucky they were. I want all that. I want to have someone to love and who'd love me too, someone to hold close and never have to let go, someone who'd hold me and make me feel secure and loved, someone I could care so much for and who'd do the same for me.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm always feeling so lonely... I-I don't like this feeling...&lt;/em&gt;" Caz continued his story. "&lt;em&gt;Why have I not found that someone who'd be the one for me..? Why?? I've been complimented as an attractive guy, a caring guy that girls would love, a type of guy that girls would look for.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Yet, that has never proved to be true. No girls ever fell for me. No girls ever told me that they liked me more than just a friend. There was never even a RUMOUR of a girl liking me!&lt;/em&gt;" Caz exclaimed, before he stopped talking for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm jealous,&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Caz spoke again,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm so jealous of him, the guy she's with now. She's such a wonderful girl; a girl that boys would envy to have as his girlfriend.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caz just shook his head, "&lt;em&gt;I don't know how to form words to describe how special this girl is. I feel so sad and disappointed... that I am never given a chance to be with her. Only little false signs of hope.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;She never loved me. She never thought of me in that way. No girls ever did.. and most likely... never will either.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I wanna feel happy for her, happy that she's found someone who's able to make her so happy. I probably would've never been able to do that.... make her happy. I'm such a worthless guy, a loser. No girl is ever gonna liked me in that sense.&lt;/em&gt;" Caz shook his head slowly. "&lt;em&gt;I don't know how to feel happy for her, Gero. My smile feels fake now. I don't like that. I don't want to show her false smiles...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..." Gero was silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gero &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is speechless and doesn't know what to say so that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;would feel better and possibly be able to feel happy for that '&lt;em&gt;girl&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;What would you say if you were &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;at that time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-113001339734574087?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/113001339734574087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=113001339734574087' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113001339734574087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/113001339734574087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/story-of-my-life.html' title='Story of My Life'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112990911364528023</id><published>2005-10-21T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:34:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balancing act going bad??</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;Contrary to popular opinion, 'balance' itself isn't your specialty. In fact, you most often find yourself in extremely unbalanced situations. It's 'restoring balance' that you're famous for -- a talent you'd never learn if you were constantly in even, balanced circumstances. That said, the power-struggles on the agenda won't bother you nearly as much as others might think they will. You may even -- no, you will even -- enjoy the challenge.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.. read this from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; Horoscope &lt;/strong&gt;for October 21st, 2005..&lt;br /&gt;finally... something in the horoscope that really tells me a lot about my zodiac sign... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Libra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and I can believe practically instantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Broken thoughts.." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Kingdom%20Hearts/KH-Broken_Thought.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my life have to be so depressing?&lt;br /&gt;I hate to keep thinking so much and keep picking up signals and meanings from what people say that aren't there....&lt;br /&gt;I always find myself reading beyond what people say..... especially those that are close and dear friends to me...&lt;br /&gt;Why do I '&lt;em&gt;perasan&lt;/em&gt;' so much...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, someone said something to me in a joking manner...&lt;br /&gt;I knew she was... but yet I still continued reading beyond that... and started thinking all sorts of reasons why she'd say that.&lt;br /&gt;From hidden feelings of despising me... to hidden motive to insult me... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Just completely rock bottomed my mood for the rest of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... let's talk about something in the past first... not that it has anything to do with what I just mentioned just now...&lt;br /&gt;just something that I wanted to write down into my history.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;John Curtin Charity Month&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(JCCM)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Launching&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It happened just yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first started with a &lt;strong&gt;Blood Donation Drive &lt;/strong&gt;from 9 in the morning til 12 noon.&lt;br /&gt;I chose to look over here while &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aylwin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the project coordinator, took care of things at the cafeteria.. preparing for the &lt;strong&gt;JCCM launching&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;the venue for the drive was at the &lt;em&gt;Administration and Library building's lobby&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the chairs, tables, etc were set ready there the other night... which was also the time we did much of the venue preparation at the cafeteria and a run-through of the JCCM launching program...&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;Red Crescent Society &lt;/em&gt;came and prepared with the equipments for the drive... everything was set and ready slightly after 9am...&lt;br /&gt;I was amongst the first few to donate my blood...&lt;br /&gt;unlike the last time I donated my blood.. this time it was slightly more painful... maybe cause the needle was placed in an uncomfortable position... or my arm...&lt;br /&gt;besides that.. last time I had trouble passing the Blood pressure test... it was my first time...&lt;br /&gt;this time.. I was hella calm taking the test and passed it immediately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the blood donation drive was nearly finished... I joined at the cafeteria for the launching..&lt;br /&gt;before we started the launching... we had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; announced to everyone about the death of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and give a minute of silence to pay respect to her.&lt;br /&gt;We then proceeded with a welcoming dance, speeches, a band performance by &lt;strong&gt;Innumerable Judgment&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;cha cha and rock &amp; roll &lt;/em&gt;dance, another band performance by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Azie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;as well as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jimmy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;featuring &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desmond&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;We also had a little sketch about the life of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;John Curtin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. directed by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly am not too clear on the details... though the basic idea of why &lt;strong&gt;Curtin &lt;/strong&gt;continue this &lt;strong&gt;John Curtin Charity &lt;/strong&gt;is because this man had contributed much to the &lt;em&gt;Australians &lt;/em&gt;in terms of humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a tiring week this week...&lt;br /&gt;dance practises... the venue preparation for the two events... the rehearsal that eve... constant late nights and early mornings..&lt;br /&gt;plus for me, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aylwin, Iqbal &amp;amp; Daryll&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... campaigning for the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council 2006 election&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;The end of the week.. Friday.. today... things just seemed to slow down a lot...&lt;br /&gt;and I can dare label today as a 'Lazy day' for me...&lt;br /&gt;think about it..&lt;br /&gt;I felt sleepy most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;During a meeting with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adrian Daniel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of the &lt;strong&gt;Catholic Students Society&lt;/strong&gt;, he even suggest a sleepign meeting since he mentioned everyone including himself felt sleepy that day.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;I was barely moving around campus much.. most of the time at the cafeteria..&lt;br /&gt;when my brother smsed me to drive back home at 4pm cause he needed to coem to campus, I was like 'damn! so lazy to drive back!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah... yesterday and today makes it the second and third time I drove to campus since that accident of mine... and in both times, I didn't drive in the dark of the night..&lt;br /&gt;I've not been driving a lot... yesterday makes it nearly one week after the first time I drove since the accident...&lt;br /&gt;It's been four weeks since that accident now... if I'm not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting more comfortable with driving.. but I don know about driving at night time yet...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I'm in a car on the road at night, I always imagined that scene of crashing into the back of the car in front..&lt;br /&gt;I need a wood with me now...otherwise what I imagine might just happen... *touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... on another case...&lt;br /&gt;just recently been in a terrible argument with a friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad to say this... but that fellow is just so self-centered and ultimately close-minded!!&lt;br /&gt;He thinks he is always right and no one understand what he's saying..&lt;br /&gt;He talks as if he knows a hell of a lot more than others..&lt;br /&gt;During our argument, he always says I'm confusing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOW CAN I, IDIOT!? YOU'RE THE ONE TRYING TO CONFUSE ME!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his arguments, he always use unrelated topics to support his points.&lt;br /&gt;take for example.. something we argued very recently..&lt;br /&gt;that song selections are important when it comes to band performances... that was his main conclusion..&lt;br /&gt;he supported it with American Idol...&lt;br /&gt;contestants for American Idol need to choose the right song to sing according to the genre of the week... the genre of each week is set by the competition...&lt;br /&gt;problem is... that was a pre-fix genre... concerts are not pre-fix... you decide on your own songs to perform as a band!&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, the audience you are facing may have different preferences of songs from each other. You can't possibly have one song to satisfy all of their preferences and grab their attention.&lt;br /&gt;That was why I kept emphasizing on how you should sing and perform the music well, rather than only think of the song selections for a particular event...&lt;br /&gt;Besides that... you can always alter a song from genre to genre to suit the concert or audience... hence why you have a band and that you're musicians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy may be a musician... but heck i think he is so unaware of such things...&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends told him about how he should sing according to his vocal limitations... he said he did...&lt;br /&gt;We then reminded him to do so during practise... he said he did..&lt;br /&gt;We then reminded him not to try doing so during the actual performance!&lt;br /&gt;I don know how often he practised.. cause I don't think he ever got to realise the problem of his singing that particular song that day...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone said he was shouting instead of singing.. he thought otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy.. did you ever realise that when you hear yourself sing, your singing sounds a hell of a lot different from what other people hear...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was something I was shocked to find out, when I got to record my voice...&lt;br /&gt;and I wasn't singing too when I did... fyi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is kinda out of my league when it comes to arguments... I have to say...&lt;br /&gt;I never said that song selections when it comes to band performances are not important... I just stated they're not completely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;If I mentioned my reasonings, you readers may start to think I'm being a self-righteous show-off..&lt;br /&gt;I'm just defending myself from his wrongful discriminating.&lt;br /&gt;as if I never got what he was trying to say...&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he said a point and then says that I don't get his point, and he explains further about his point... I always realised that it was exactly what I thought he meant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's the one not looking from other people's view, huh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of empathic... meaning I can somewhat put myself in other people's shoes and walk in them for a little.&lt;br /&gt;It was a skill I manage to nurture without realising it when I was still young and naive and since my secondary school, if I'm not wrong..&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to be empathic all the time... as recent events with another somebody has made me realise...&lt;br /&gt;for some reason, my empathy when it came to her is always lost and I get myself into loads of messed up trouble and usually end up annoying/frustrating her... sigh.... hate being a nuisance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to my 'closed-minded' friend...&lt;br /&gt;just last night a few of us threw a hard slap into this guy's face... I threw the hardest at him amongst us all..&lt;br /&gt;I have to say this... I felt like such a badass last night..&lt;br /&gt;All I said to him was hard and cold.. though each time I did, it was meant for him to realise something (which he never did as usual)..&lt;br /&gt;Our big slap at him was how bad he sang that day...&lt;br /&gt;we tried to convince him that we are telling him how bad his singing was so that he can get to know his weakness and possibly improve from there...&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOOO!! Rather unprofessionally, he took it so emotionally!&lt;br /&gt;Saying he'd quit singing for any occassion.. or anywhere... or ever again for that matter!&lt;br /&gt;He kept stressing that he was not ok...&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help him out... I tried to show him that people still care about him and that he didn't have to be so down in the dump/slum...&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned about it over and over.. but he had already completely shut himself out from everyone with a cursed wall!!&lt;br /&gt;I even told him that I was trying to reach out and pull him out of his damned sorrow.. but NOOO! He continued to refuse my help! or anyone else's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That then just ticked me off and that was when my hardest hits came at him...&lt;br /&gt;being so emotional already, he then said he's gonna opt for suicide... drinking rat poison...&lt;br /&gt;idiot...&lt;br /&gt;all this was happening through MSN, mind you..&lt;br /&gt;He was like.. before he drinks the poison, he would like to thank all sorts of people... thanking all of them for doing good things for him... even those earlier that was giving him bad comments... all except me...&lt;br /&gt;he actually thanked me for 'f***ing up his life'....&lt;br /&gt;hmph.. he actually thought that was gonna hit my conscious...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sorry la, boy... I didn't make you go for suicide. You decided to yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besides, I did it all so that you would realise your weakness... not so that you'd stop living again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That decision of his to commit suicide... to me... 100% proved to everyone (and should to himself) how close-minded, selfish/self-centered, emotional/unprofessional, and worst of all, inconsiderate he was.&lt;br /&gt;Come on... before he went on to drink the poison.. I deliberately mentioned for him to think about his family and friends before he does...&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that by doing so, he'd realise that what he was doing was being VERY VERY inconsiderate and unfair to them...&lt;br /&gt;but he chose to ignore me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else could I have done?&lt;br /&gt;I tried over and over to get him to turn around and look at the situation differently...&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to make him realise his stupidity and self-centeredness...&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pull him out of his dark depth of sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;but all the time he ignored, refused and not listened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can say I was hurting him on purpose.... cause I tried to help him out after my hard slaps...&lt;br /&gt;No one can blame me for his act of commiting suicide... cause he made that decision himself..&lt;br /&gt;No one can say what I did was completely wrong... though partially wrong cause I wasn't being patient enough... but then again.. he was being deliberately stubborn with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... hate me... despise me... cause of what I did...&lt;br /&gt;it's your choice...&lt;br /&gt;Please do leave a comment if you've something to say to me...&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being countered if I am wrong... or.. at least perceived as wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112990911364528023?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112990911364528023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112990911364528023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112990911364528023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112990911364528023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/balancing-act-going-bad.html' title='Balancing act going bad??'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112981529552316611</id><published>2005-10-20T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:21:10.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincere condolences to our PM of M'sia</title><content type='html'>Today, there was a tragical depressing event.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, &lt;strong&gt;7.55am &lt;/strong&gt;(Malaysian time), our &lt;em&gt;5th Prime Minister of Malaysia&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi's wife &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;passed away during the final stage of breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Despite it happening only this morning, the news of her death had already spread across the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely feel sorry about this twist of event as I have high respects to our Prime Minister. It is very sad to know that one of the greatest people of our nation in this time having to face such a fateful day.&lt;br /&gt;Sincere condolences to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;his family of 2 children and the rest of his relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please allow a pause of silence in respect of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a woman who achieved much feats of her own throughout her life. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May her soul rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a biodata of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;that I found in Multiply, both in English and Malay. (Written by &lt;em&gt;Suhana Mohd Ahir&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Misc/ENDON.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood is one of the twin daughters born to Dato’ Mahmood Ambak and Datin Mariam Abdullah on 24 December 1940. She spent her early education years at St. Mary Secondary Girls’ School, Kuala Lumpur and was attached to the civil service until she retired in 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon and Dato’ Seri Abdullah Haji Ahmad Badawi are blessed with 2 children, Kamaludin and Nori and four grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon devotes her time to social, community and charity works, particularly relating to women and children. She has successfully spearheaded several charity projects, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Bosnia Relief Fund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The North Korean Children’s Fund&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kosovo Welfare Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon is the President of Badan Amal dan Kebajikan Tenaga Isteri-Isteri (BAKTI). She is also the Chairman of Yayasan Budi Penyayang Malaysia (PENYAYANG) and the Patron of various charitable organizations as stated below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Persatuan Kesihatan Mesra Kanak-Kanak Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girl Guides Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pertubuhan Tindakan Wanita Islam Malaysia (PERTIWI)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Program Peringatan Hari Pahlawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Persatuan Penulis Wanita Malaysia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Persatuan Suri dan Wanita Perkhidmatan Awam Malaysia (PUSPANITA) Kebangsaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pertubuhan Sahabat Pengguna Implan Koklea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Penyayang Pesakit Kanser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon is very hands-on in all community and charity projects that she is involved in, offering excellent leadership and guidance. Datin Paduka Seri Endon is also a strong supporter of arts and crafts, often willing to lend a hand in promotional activities especially for the batik industry. Traditional costumes, art artifacts, and other household decorative items are part of her private collections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon has been awarded various awards namely: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahli Yang Pertama (Seri Paduka) bagi Darjah Kebesaran Mahkota Kelantan Yang Amat Mulia (S.P.M.K)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seri Paduka Mahkota Selangor (S.P.M.S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Darjah Kebesaran Sultan Ahmad Shah Pahang Yang Amat Dimulia Peringkat Pertama (S.S.A.P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Darjah Seri Paduka Tuanku Jaafar (S.P.T.J)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other awards include Honorary Doctorate in Humanities in conjunction with Universiti Teknologi Malaysia’s 33rd convocation and the Tun Fatimah Gold Medal by the National Council of Women’s Organisations (NCWO) in conjunction with its 41st anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon Mahmood adalah anak perempuan kembar kepada pasangan Dato’ Mahmood Ambak dan Datin Mariam Abdullah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilahirkan pada 24 Disember 1940. Beliau telah mendapat pendidikan pertama di St. Mary Secondary Girl’s School, Kuala Lumpur. Selepas tamat persekolahan, beliau telah berkhidmat dengan kerajaan sehingga bersara pada tahun 1976.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon telah berkahwin dengan Dato’ Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi dan dikurniakan dua cahayamata iaitu Kamaludin dan Nori serta empat orang cucu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon banyak mencurahkan masanya untuk aktiviti kemasyarakatan, tugas-tugas sukarela dan kebajikan terutamanya untuk kanak-kanak dan kaum wanita. Di antara projek kebajikan beliau termasuklah : &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Bosnia Relief Fund&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The North Korea Children Fund&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kosovo Welfare Fund&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon merupakan Yang DiPertua Badan Amal dan Kebajikan Tenaga Isteri-isteri (BAKTI). Beliau juga menjadi Pengerusi kepada Yayasan Budi Penyayang Malaysia (PENYAYANG). Beliau juga menjadi Penaung kepada beberapa badan seperti berikut : &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penaung Persatuan Kesihatan Mesra Kanak-kanak Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penaung Persatuan Pandu Putri Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penaung PERTIWI&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penaung Program Peringatan Hari Pahlawan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penaung Persatuan Penulis Wanita Malaysia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penaung PUSPANITA Kebangsaan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penaung Pertubuhan Sahabat Pengguna Implan Koklea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Penaung Penyayang Pesakit Kanser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;Datin Paduka Seri Endon memberikan khidmat kepimpinan yang cemerlang kepada semua aktiviti kebajikan dan sosial sepanjang penglibatannya. Selain daripada kerja-kerja kebajikan, Datin Paduka Seri juga adalah penyokong utama industri kraftangan dan bersedia memperomosikan seni kraftangan khususnya batik. Beliau juga mempunyai koleksi peribadi pakaian-pakaian tradisional, artifak-artifak seni dan barangan perhiasan dalaman rumah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datin Paduka Seri telah menerima beberapa anugerah dan pingat kebesaran iaitu: &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahli Yang Pertama (Seri Paduka) bagi Darjah Kebesaran Mahkota Kelantan Yang Amat Mulia (S.P.M.K)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seri Paduka Mahkota Selangor (S.P.M.S)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Darjah Kebesaran Sultan Ahmad Shah Pahang Yang Amat Dimulia Peringkat Pertama (S.S.A.P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Darjah Seri Paduka Tuanku Jaafar (S.P.T.J)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;Anugerah lain yang diterima beliau ialah Ijazah Doktor Kehormat Kemanusiaan pada konvokesyen ke-33 Universiti Teknologi Malaysia. Datin Paduka Seri juga telah dianugerahi Pingat Emas Tun Fatimah sempena sambutan Hari Wanita tahun 2004 oleh NCWO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112981529552316611?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112981529552316611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112981529552316611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112981529552316611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112981529552316611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/sincere-condolences-to-our-pm-of-msia.html' title='Sincere condolences to our PM of M&apos;sia'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112948681747016579</id><published>2005-10-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T02:20:17.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save me from my jealousy..... PLEASE~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="All I see is you in my dreams..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/SeeYouInDreams.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... krud.... ('krud' an old something I used to say like 'cheh' or 'sheesh', probably not the right spelling..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month had been one hell of a month... busy week before busier weeks!&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a testimony to that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two due reports &lt;/em&gt;to do... and &lt;em&gt;one presentation &lt;/em&gt;to prepare for...&lt;br /&gt;Plus with &lt;strong&gt;Student Council &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Curtin Volunteers!&lt;/strong&gt;, every hour of that week had been filled and I was on campus from early morning til late at night!!&lt;br /&gt;thankfully... by Friday, with one of the assignments postponed its due date, and the other two settled... I was pretty laid back and relieved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My presentation was for &lt;em&gt;Engineering Communications 100&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I was to present together with my group, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OJ, Wani, Victor &amp; Jenny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, about '&lt;em&gt;Non-Verbal Communications&lt;/em&gt;'..&lt;br /&gt;While preparing for our presentation, we had a number of trouble.. one annoying one is that one of our members is often not there, cause he couldn't be there... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday was our presentation... Good thing the class was in the evening and that it is the only class that all of us had..&lt;br /&gt;So we spent the whole day practising for our presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly.. I was acting real calm during these practises and kind of scored well with my presentation... (since I got the easiest part of the presentation, only the introduction and conclusion)...&lt;br /&gt;but when came the presentation.. I was so nervous... suddenly lost all of my cool! AHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Even &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; said he saw my hands shaking while clicking on the mouse... haha!&lt;br /&gt;Gathered some of my cool back for the conclusion though.. phew.... but..,... sigh...... kinda spoilt the beginning flow of our presentation cause of my nervousness.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... coming up soon for me... &lt;strong&gt;Student Council 2006 Elections &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;Curtin Volunteers!'s John Curtin Charity Month (JCCM)&lt;/strong&gt;... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;I am involved in the dancing for the upcoming JCCM launching day (which is on this coming Thursday) and I am also the project coordinator for a trip to a longhouse.&lt;br /&gt;The last three nights been involved in dance practises...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night wasn't much... still in planning and stuffs... plus for a matter of fact, I just came across the dance practise by accident....&lt;br /&gt;Second night was the usual sort of dance practises... practise after practise... but dance steps were still under-choreographing...&lt;br /&gt;the next day was a Saturday (yesterday).... after a CV! meeting to make clear of the events to happen for this year's JCCM, and lunch at &lt;strong&gt;Deli Papa's&lt;/strong&gt;... we had a dance practise for practically &lt;strong&gt;7 HOURS&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;my gosh... while the other boys (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iqbal, Roger, Idzuan, Lionel, &amp;amp; Ian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) only learned three complete dances... I learned an extra one.... -_-&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was so tired yesterday.... extremely tiring..... thanks to that Sumazou dance... sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student Council Elections &lt;/strong&gt;for the year 2006 is nigh....&lt;br /&gt;With the end of the semester night too..&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so damned....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Am I invisible?  Or am I thinking too much again?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/invisible.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh......&lt;br /&gt;besides my study life... and my 'work' life..... there's that personal life part again...&lt;br /&gt;damn it.......&lt;br /&gt;I don know if I wanna talk about it here....&lt;br /&gt;I perasan too much ke? Or is it indeed happening that way...?&lt;br /&gt;damn it... all this bothering thoughts.... and all started from that one STUPID dream this morning...&lt;br /&gt;honestly... if it weren't for the dream.. I probably would've continued sleeping til afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt; stop doing this to me....&lt;br /&gt;I don want to keep feeling jealous like this...&lt;br /&gt;I risked a few friendships cause of it....&lt;br /&gt;I nearly lost one so-special friendship cause of it.....&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go through this....&lt;br /&gt;I want it to be over and I want to not see our friendship in that way again!!&lt;br /&gt;I don want............ I really.. don want.....&lt;br /&gt;Tried as much as I may.... but that jealousy just keeps coming back to taunt me...&lt;br /&gt;mock me.. tease me... kick me while I'm down.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, &lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I'm too weak to raise my hand to try and reach for your power......&lt;br /&gt;I need strength....&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy.... and not be weighed down by jealousy.....&lt;br /&gt;I don want to feel like I've lost one of the most dearest friends I've ever had.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please....&lt;br /&gt;Show me a light....&lt;br /&gt;Within this dark mist that my jealousy has left me surrounded in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please....... &lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt;... somebody.... help me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112948681747016579?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112948681747016579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112948681747016579' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112948681747016579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112948681747016579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/save-me-from-my-jealousy-please.html' title='Save me from my jealousy..... PLEASE~!'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112921989556437499</id><published>2005-10-14T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:11:35.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I definitely need more sleep... you too!!</title><content type='html'>A man can go two weeks without eating. But if he doesn't rest at all, he&lt;br /&gt;can only survive for one week. Sleeping provides us the time to rest our&lt;br /&gt;internal organs, eyes and brains. Poor sleep quality can cause internal&lt;br /&gt;damage to our internal organs and brains. Therefore, sleeping is very&lt;br /&gt;important to us. If you wish to have a long life and stay healthy, please&lt;br /&gt;take note of the advice below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 DON'Ts&lt;/u&gt; when you are sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)  DON'T SLEEP WITH WATCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Watches can emit a certain level of radioactivity. Though small, but if you&lt;br /&gt;wear your watch to bed for a long time, it might have adverse effects on&lt;br /&gt;your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)  DON'T SLEEP WITH BRA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scientists in America have discovered those that wear bras for more than 12&lt;br /&gt;hours have a higher risk of getting breast cancer. So go to bed without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)  DON'T SLEEP WITH PHONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Putting the phone beside your bed or anywhere near you is not encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;Though some of us will use phones as alarm clocks, but please put the phone&lt;br /&gt;as far as possible. Scientists have proved that electrical items including&lt;br /&gt;mobile phone and television sets emit magnetic waves when used. These waves&lt;br /&gt;can cause disruptions to our nervous system. Therefore if you need to put&lt;br /&gt;your mobile phone near you, switch it off first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)  DON'T SLEEP WITH MAKE-UP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who sleep with make up might have skin problems in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with make up will cause the skin to have difficulty in breathing&lt;br /&gt;and problem in perspiring. You will also need a much longer time to go into&lt;br /&gt;deep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5)  DON'T SLEEP WITH OTHERS' WIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You may never wake up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112921989556437499?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112921989556437499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112921989556437499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112921989556437499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112921989556437499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-definitely-need-more-sleep-you-too.html' title='I definitely need more sleep... you too!!'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112895474615917468</id><published>2005-10-10T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T22:32:26.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink water on an empty stomach for health?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DRINK WATER ON EMPTY STOMACH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is popular in Japan today to drink water immediately after waking up&lt;br /&gt;every morning. Furthermore, scientific tests have proven its value. We&lt;br /&gt;publish below a description of use of water for our readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For old and serious diseases, as well as modern illnesses the water&lt;br /&gt;treatment had been found successful by a Japanese medical society as a&lt;br /&gt;hundred percent cure for the following diseases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Â· Headache&lt;br /&gt;Â· Body ache&lt;br /&gt;Â· heart system&lt;br /&gt;Â· arthritis&lt;br /&gt;Â· fast heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Â· epilepsy&lt;br /&gt;Â· excess&lt;br /&gt;Â· fatness&lt;br /&gt;Â· bronchitis&lt;br /&gt;Â· asthma&lt;br /&gt;Â· TB&lt;br /&gt;Â· Meningitis&lt;br /&gt;Â· Kidney and Urine diseases&lt;br /&gt;Â· vomiting gastritis&lt;br /&gt;Â· diarrhea&lt;br /&gt;Â· piles&lt;br /&gt;Â· diabetes&lt;br /&gt;Â· constipation&lt;br /&gt;Â· all eye diseases&lt;br /&gt;Â· womb cancer&lt;br /&gt;Â· menstrual disorders&lt;br /&gt;Â· ear nose&lt;br /&gt;Â· throat diseases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;METHOD OF TREATMENT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As you wake up in the morning before brushing teeth, drink four glasses&lt;br /&gt;of water each of 160 ml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Brush and clean the mouth but do not eat or drink anything for 45&lt;br /&gt;minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After 45 minutes you may eat and drink as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After 15 minutes of breakfast, lunch and dinner do not eat or drink&lt;br /&gt;anything for two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Those that are old or sick and are unable to drink four glasses of water&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning may commence by taking little water and gradually increase&lt;br /&gt;it to four glasses per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The above method of treatment will cure diseases of the sick and&lt;br /&gt;Others can enjoy a healthy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following list gives the number of days of treatment required to cure&lt;br /&gt;main diseases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;High Blood Pressure &lt;/strong&gt;30 days&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Gastric &lt;/strong&gt;10 days&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Diabetes &lt;/strong&gt;30 days&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Constipation &lt;/strong&gt;10 days&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Cancer &lt;/strong&gt;180 days&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;TB &lt;/strong&gt;90 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arthritis &lt;/strong&gt;patients should follow the above treatment for only 3 days in the&lt;br /&gt;first week to be followed by daily treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This treatment method has no side effects, however at the commencement of&lt;br /&gt;treatment you may have to urinate a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Health to you all.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112895474615917468?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112895474615917468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112895474615917468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112895474615917468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112895474615917468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/drink-water-on-empty-stomach-for.html' title='Drink water on an empty stomach for health?'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112887218741320139</id><published>2005-10-09T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T00:04:50.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gradually back to normal??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Superheroes/ClassicBatman.jpg" alt="The Caped Crusader of Gotham City" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a week since I last updated about my life... besides that really, really emo blog entry.... haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while... I'm gradually healing mentally and emotionally.... Physically I'm still suffering from lack of sleep and rest. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;My life in &lt;strong&gt;Curtin &lt;/strong&gt;has so far not let up on me. Been busy juggling things. Mainly studies, &lt;em&gt;Student Council&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Curtin Volunteers!&lt;/em&gt;, and my own personal needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Studies&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa assignments to take care of!!&lt;br /&gt;This coming week... two assignments due and one oral presentation!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, two 2-hour classes and I have to settle three meetings during my free time... two of them are related to my asignment and my presentation, while one more is with my committee team for the longhouse visit event (more about it later)...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student Council&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few meetings here and there... Regarding management and one recently one that involved club presidents or representatives about ideas to improve facilities on campus.&lt;br /&gt;Currently, the main event being organised by &lt;strong&gt;Student Council&lt;/strong&gt; now is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Curtin Grand Ball&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, happening on Saturday, &lt;u&gt;October 22nd 2005&lt;/u&gt;, from 7.30pm til late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;The theme of the ball will be '&lt;em&gt;Heaven On Earth&lt;/em&gt;'. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Though you don't necessarily need to dress according to the theme)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball is basically like prom that you hear about in some teen movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOWEVER, IT IS &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; A COMPULSORY ACT TO HAVE A SPECIAL DATE FOR THAT NIGHT!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's ball, I went there without a date and got to enjoy myself a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Having a date or not has its own pros and cons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... You'll need to buy a ticket for this event.&lt;br /&gt;Tickets will be available, hopefully within this week, &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This event is opened to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Prices of each ticket are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM40 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;for &lt;em&gt;Curtin students&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RM55&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;em&gt;everyone else&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You won't wanna miss this one. 350 tickets up for grabs! No more! And this includes &lt;strong&gt;Student Council, MCs&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;VIPs &lt;/strong&gt;themselves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Gotham Knights" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Superheroes/GothamKnights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curtin Volunteers!&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Been busy the whole of last week with &lt;strong&gt;CV!&lt;/strong&gt;.... That's cause &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; finally was able to focus on us...&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;EXCO members &lt;/strong&gt;have been decided finally, after so long.&lt;br /&gt;Last semester, I was the &lt;em&gt;Head of Administration &amp; Planning (AP) Division&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This semester til possibly the next, I'll be the &lt;strong&gt;Head of Social &amp;amp; Community Services (SCS) Division&lt;/strong&gt;. (Any enquiries of what these divisions are, just look for me)&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I didn't do a good job in the last division, admittedly.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can make up for it now with the experience I've gathered so far.&lt;br /&gt;Working together with me in managing this division will be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheryl Yong &amp; Ky Tiong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just very recently, CV! had organised another gathering for this semester;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CV! Gathering: An Evening With CV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A Moment of Togetherness&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Since we got to plan it at the VERY VERY last moment, we couldn't get publicity of the event up on time...&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of heat before the actual event... but I hope that everything will calm and cool down now.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... thankfully there were still some people that came... less than twenty, sadly. And all of them were foundation students.. haha! Foundation students rule!!&lt;br /&gt;We introduced &lt;strong&gt;CV!&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;em&gt;new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXCO members&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;four divisions&lt;/strong&gt;. Then had dinner, or for our &lt;em&gt;Muslim &lt;/em&gt;friends, '&lt;em&gt;buka puasa&lt;/em&gt;' at the cafeteria. before dinner, we had this Buddy System launch quickly... I'm kind of lazy to explain what's it about here..&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline, my buddy is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kion Ming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had games, musical performances by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Azie, Desmond, Aylwin, Jimmy &amp; his friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (don know the spelling of his name), and lotsa dancing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the night, we had a little meeting about the next morning's event.. A picnic with the students of &lt;strong&gt;Curtin's IEP &lt;/strong&gt;(Intensive English Program).&lt;br /&gt;We left for &lt;em&gt;Tanjung Lobang&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;Taman Selera&lt;/strong&gt; where we had our picnic outing.&lt;br /&gt;We had a few games, lunch together, singing along, and loads more of dancing.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. CV! was invited by the lecturers of IEP to join this picnic and to interact with the students so that they won't continue to stick to their closed circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;It was hard for a few of them... but about half of them were all right.&lt;br /&gt;After the event, everyone went back, exhausted. I can tell.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! So exhausted that the father of one of my friend had earlier phoned me and asked what we did this morning. Turned out that my friend had been sleeping a lot since returning home and even skipped his meal, according to his father.&lt;br /&gt;The father was worried and since my friend had told him about me so he called me and asked me. Actually, I've known his father long long ago at the &lt;strong&gt;Oxford Tuition&lt;/strong&gt; nearby my house. He was my tuition teacher, and should still be a teacher there still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... more of CV...&lt;br /&gt;Next event is the &lt;strong&gt;John Curtin Charity Month&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(JCCM)&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;a few main events... the launching, Health day, longhouse visit &amp;amp; a day with the Sunflower kids.&lt;br /&gt;As you should be able to guess... my division (SCS) is managing and organising the longhouse visit..&lt;br /&gt;Hope I will be able to do this right.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Batman VS Catwoman" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Superheroes/TheBat-TheCat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal life&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe... interested to find out what's been happening, ah?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.. probably not...&lt;br /&gt;Things are slowly getting better..... slowly... gradually... going back to as normal as it could be..&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier... mentally and emotionally, I am healing and recovering slowly. But physically, I'm still lacking sleep.. ahaha... 5-6 average hours of sleeping this few weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With regards of me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for those of you that have been following my blog..&lt;br /&gt;Well... slowly rebuilding our friendship, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hold any intimate affections for her anymore... but still wanna be good friends with her.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder a lot about how she feels about our friendship right now...&lt;br /&gt;Is she still uncomfortable around me?&lt;br /&gt;Does she less wanna talk to me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;shrugs.... sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112887218741320139?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112887218741320139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112887218741320139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112887218741320139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112887218741320139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/gradually-back-to-normal.html' title='Gradually back to normal??'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112884748598210210</id><published>2005-10-09T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:44:45.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies &amp; Gentlemen... so the truth comes out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some stuff on the MEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 94% of men lie about their penis size.&lt;br /&gt;According to condom manufacturers, only 6% of&lt;br /&gt;men use extra large condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The average man is 5 inches long when erect&lt;br /&gt;(no matter what you have heard ladies, that's the&lt;br /&gt;truth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 80% of American men are uncircumsized. Even&lt;br /&gt;though Pediatrics say it is not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) No matter what all the ads say, nothing can&lt;br /&gt;make your penis grow but time (most men reach&lt;br /&gt;the end of their growth by the early 20's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) There is no correlation between penis size and&lt;br /&gt;shoe size, hand size, or nose size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Blue balls does exist! It's technically&lt;br /&gt;called "prostatic congestion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Only 16% of men shave their privates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some stuff on the LADIES&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Only 9% of women around the globe consider&lt;br /&gt;themselves "attractive" (20% of British women do).&lt;br /&gt;43% of women use the term "natural", 24% say&lt;br /&gt;they have "average" looks, 8% prefer the&lt;br /&gt;term "feminine", 7% say they are "good looking",&lt;br /&gt;and 7% say they are "cute", and finally only 2% of&lt;br /&gt;women say they are "sexy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) An estimated 85% of women wear the wrong&lt;br /&gt;size bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 60% of women have had breast implants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) 75% of women dont like oral sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) 95% of women shave their privates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) Masturbation is healthy for both men and&lt;br /&gt;women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 70% of highschoolers have had sex before they&lt;br /&gt;have graduated. 27% loose their virginity senior&lt;br /&gt;prom night. Only 3% wait until marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 95% of men would have sex with a girl after 1&lt;br /&gt;month of dating. Only 10% of women feel this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112884748598210210?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112884748598210210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112884748598210210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112884748598210210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112884748598210210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/ladies-gentlemen-so-truth-comes-out.html' title='Ladies &amp; Gentlemen... so the truth comes out..'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112823676560176412</id><published>2005-10-03T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:58:51.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Thoughts, Deep Sorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Why bother to care?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Random%20Anime/downeddrunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don know how to start this..&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts just keep coming in...&lt;br /&gt;All bad ones....&lt;br /&gt;So bad that even my imagination is going mad....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back at the car accident.. I suppose it was bad luck for me that I was not injured in any physical way...&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it... I'd rather have been injured seriously in the accident than walk out of it only shakened.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was brought to the hospital for some reason cause of the accident... broken leg? a concussion? something... anything.. better than how I am now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser... such a pathetic person... such a pitiful liar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seeker of attention... good attention...&lt;br /&gt;any bad attention and I run away like a coward that I am...&lt;br /&gt;any bad attention and I have my tail between my leg...&lt;br /&gt;any bad attention.... and I become worse...&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a self-pampered person..&lt;br /&gt;When people praise me.. I feel like I've done the greatest thing in the world...&lt;br /&gt;When people compliment me... I pretend like as if I am humble...&lt;br /&gt;When people said they like me to be around... I feel so special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Lies..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%207/KadajLies.jpg" /&gt; All lies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people praised me... it was only over small things... no big...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orientation&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;thanked me for being so hardworking with that...&lt;br /&gt;hmph.. anyone could've done it... I barely did anything special... I was just there all the time.. that's all....&lt;br /&gt;When people complimented me... they were just making me feel good.. or making fun of me...&lt;br /&gt;People said I have good looks... hell... as if... I hate looking at myself in the mirror... ugly bugger...&lt;br /&gt;When people said they like me to be around... they didn't know who they were saying it to...&lt;br /&gt;They think that I'm a fun person to be with... that it's nice to be with me cause I smile a lot... some said I am funny.. and friendly..&lt;br /&gt;hell...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not any of that... I smile out of habit now... whether happy or sad...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fun person... No one enjoys talking to me... I'm not at all an interesting person to talk with... Everyone is turned off to talk with me....&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a funny guy... I can NEVER pull a joke... I can only pull a good laugh at OTHER people's jokes... my voice can kill even the funniest of jokes...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not friendly... I just want to make friends so I feel popular and wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm never wanted....&lt;br /&gt;Practically no one cares about me....&lt;br /&gt;Even the person I cared and still care the most doesn't care about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;People do care about you..&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.. they care about that '&lt;em&gt;Zack Tiang&lt;/em&gt;' that they think they know...&lt;br /&gt;the one that is always smiling...&lt;br /&gt;the one that is always laughing with them...&lt;br /&gt;the one that is carefree and practically happy-go-lucky...&lt;br /&gt;the one that is shown while the real one stays cowering somewhere in the subconscious...&lt;br /&gt;the one that is known as '&lt;em&gt;Zack&lt;/em&gt;' or '&lt;em&gt;Tiang&lt;/em&gt;' to so many....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="No one understands who I really am..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Superheroes/VengeanceBegins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a hypocrite...&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a liar....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't care....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just don't care about anyone but myself....&lt;br /&gt;I only look out for others cause of my own interests...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've been following the rules of egoism all this time.... without admitting it...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what some say is true...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am a show off...&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't want to admit that I am by justifying my actions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a selfish bastard... caring only myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid brother....&lt;br /&gt;always bothering me....&lt;br /&gt;Harvard Referencing also look for me to do for him....&lt;br /&gt;LEARN IT YOURSELF, IDIOT!&lt;br /&gt;as if I know completely about Harvard Referencing...&lt;br /&gt;not only that, the articles he had don't even state the title or authors obviously... sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;and even ask me what title am I asking about...... stupid idiot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid.. now he made me lost what I wanted to b*!#h about... sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="280" alt="I just want to be accepted.." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Superheroes/RogueVSX-Men.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I do what I do...&lt;br /&gt;wanting to be accepted by people...&lt;br /&gt;making as many 'friends' as I could...&lt;br /&gt;being close to the person I cared most....&lt;br /&gt;all that because I've been feeling alone....&lt;br /&gt;not alone as in deprived of that special partner...&lt;br /&gt;but alone as in no one cares about me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I have those kinda feelings too! But I just don't care about them!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your own desires... and I have my own...&lt;br /&gt;The things you hold of value is different from what I hold of value...&lt;br /&gt;I hold my friends with very much value... cause they've showed me care that I desire...&lt;br /&gt;It is just depressing when I think that that care is gone now...&lt;br /&gt;I just hate myself for what I lack... the skills that I envy so much in others...&lt;br /&gt;to hell with 'be yourself' advises... I want to change myself for the better...&lt;br /&gt;but I just don know how to improve myself in that way... in the way that I would gain those skills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those who are able to interact with anyone... like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara, Abel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;they just seem to know how to communicate... they just seem to know what to talk about all the time...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I'm with my friends... they're the ones talking a whole lot, while I just listened...&lt;br /&gt;I am always the one listening.... When I speak... I just kill the atmosphere...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime when I'm alone with a friend... we wouldn't be able to talk much.... cause I just don't know what to talk about or talk more about one subject/topic...&lt;br /&gt;If my friend tries to start a topic, my straightforward answer just kills the topic instantly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those who can easily make people laugh.... like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iqbal, Ian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't pull a good laugh out of people, even if it was the funniest joke in the world...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my cursed voice... the cursed voice that is purported to make me sound emotionless/monotonous/lifeless...&lt;br /&gt;As hard as I try to make it more lively, with the control of volume and emphasis of words, people still take my voice as expressionless...&lt;br /&gt;It just discourages me to keep trying everytime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy those who people can't resist being friends with... like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberley, Genesis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It's like it comes easy for them..&lt;br /&gt;They just be themselves and people just come to them, wanting to be friends.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me... people only say 'Hi' to me and then disappear....&lt;br /&gt;they add me on Friendster or MSN or Ringo or wherever.. but never bother getting to know me better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of MSN... how many contacts I have in there?&lt;br /&gt;I have 135 contacts in there.... and there are usually about 20 of them online on average whenever I am online...&lt;br /&gt;and guess how many comes to chat with me on average? only 3 or less....&lt;br /&gt;before there will always be ONE that bothers to greet and talk to me whenever I come online... but not anymore.... not since she stopped caring...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. besides that... every once a while, they'd be people who come and chat with me... (sometimes hours later after both of us had been onlined together)&lt;br /&gt;and you know why they come to chat with me?&lt;br /&gt;cause they wanted to enquire about something or need me to help them with something...&lt;br /&gt;after that... they then go silent...&lt;br /&gt;I always try to be the last one to reply... even if it is just a smiley or a short laugh...&lt;br /&gt;That's why I can tell that people don't enjoy talking to me... cause I'm not interesting enough to hold their attention to keep talking to me...&lt;br /&gt;either that or they just dislike me...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even sure how many contacts in my list that I've never seen come online on my list before... maybe many have me blocked even....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that... people do visit my blogs... I know there are... otherwise my blog visitor count wouldn't always hit such high numbers..&lt;br /&gt;but how many new messages or comments do you see appear?&lt;br /&gt;Minusing those that were my own... probably an average of three per month...&lt;br /&gt;and this is after I left messages to ask my visitors to leave a message or comment...&lt;br /&gt;no one ever bothers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I just... want to be..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/Lovedlikeeveryoneelse.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be cared about...&lt;br /&gt;Am I demanding too much?&lt;br /&gt;Is my desire to know that my friends care about me too much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;Am I being greedy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people know that I am desperate...&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so what if I am desperate to find that special partner...&lt;br /&gt;It's just that it seems to me that that's the only person that would be able to show me.. assure me... that I am cared about... and make me feel more secured...&lt;br /&gt;I can't live to be a lonely man or person... I need the care of people around me to continue living happily...&lt;br /&gt;I never get that at home.... at least.. only a little and that's only from my mother and my eldest sister (who is residing at KL and rarely here)..&lt;br /&gt;My other sister is a self-centered woman and my brother is constantly without his 'r'... meaning he's a bother if you didn't get it...&lt;br /&gt;That's why I hold so much value to my friends than my own immediate family...&lt;br /&gt;cause they're the only people I could count for to show me the care that I, admittedly, crave for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the reason for my actions...&lt;br /&gt;whether justifiable or not..&lt;br /&gt;whether forgivable or not..&lt;br /&gt;whether reasonable or not...&lt;br /&gt;that is my reason... for doing what I do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112823676560176412?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112823676560176412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112823676560176412' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112823676560176412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112823676560176412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/dark-thoughts-deep-sorrow.html' title='Dark Thoughts, Deep Sorrow'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112822266282755599</id><published>2005-10-02T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T11:11:24.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Facts indeed..</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://astromagic.multiply.com/reviews/item/625?last_read=1&amp;amp;mark_read=astromagic:reviews:625"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kori's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt;, who in turn got it from someone else named &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anthony's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Multiply.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for sharing these indeed interesting facts.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. To take an oath, ancient Romans put a hand on their testicles and thats where the word testimony comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. There are 92 known cases of nuclear bombs lost at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The odds of being killed by falling out of bed are one in two million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Most tropical marine fish could survive in a tank filled with human blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Albert Einstein was offered the presidency of Israel in 1952, but he declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Until the year 1920, Canada was planning on invading the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. In 1659, it was illegal to celebrate Christmas in Massachusetts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The highest point in Pennsylvania is lower than the lowest point in Colorado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Poll results: Nachos is the food most craved by mothers-to-be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most common time for a bank robbery is Friday, between 9 and 11 a.m. The least likely time is Wednesday, between 3 and 6 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You are more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than a poisonous spider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Turkey's often look up at the sky during a rainstorm. Unfortunately some have been known to drown as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. More than 50% of the people in the world have never made or received a telephone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Only 55% of Americans know that the sun is a star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Got gas? 40% of all indigestion remedies sold in the world are bought by Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The bark of an older redwood tree is fireproof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Drivers kill more deer than hunters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. TIME Magazine's Man of the Year in 1938 was Adolf Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. When your face blushes, the lining of your stomach turns red, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Fine-grained volcanic ash can be found as an ingredient in some toothpastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The Atlantic Ocean is saltier than the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Q-Tip Cotton Swabs were originally called Baby Gays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The IRS employees tax manual has instructions for collecting taxes after a nuclear war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Originally, Jack-O-Lanterns were made from turnips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Woof! If your dog lives to age 11, youll have spent more than $13,000 on him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. 7-11 sells 10,000 pots of coffee an hour, every hour, every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Non-dairy creamer is flammable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. According to legend, there's a Superman in every episode of Seinfeld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Alexander the Great and Julius Caesar were both epileptic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112822266282755599?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112822266282755599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112822266282755599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112822266282755599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112822266282755599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/10/interesting-facts-indeed.html' title='Interesting Facts indeed..'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112792381953911417</id><published>2005-09-28T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T00:10:19.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Roller Coaster Ride known as 'My Life'</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Sephiroth of Final Fantasy VII" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Sephiroth5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My... over a week that I did not update my blog about...&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. let me just say a few things that was of significance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some of you are familiar with the term, '&lt;em&gt;When one door closes, another opens&lt;/em&gt;', right?&lt;br /&gt;it's practically the same with chapters in our lives... when one ends, another one starts...&lt;br /&gt;last week... one new chapter started before the earlier one ended...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off was last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;got some of us together to practise cha cha steps for our dance performance for the coming &lt;strong&gt;Leo Anniversary Dinner &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;em&gt;Eastwood Valley&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iqbal, Idzuan, Ian, Roger, Kimberley, Melanie, Pamela, Ryn, Debbie, &amp; I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, started practising the dance every night since &lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't difficult and soon we were ready for our performance already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night, after dance practise, late dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Sultana&lt;/strong&gt; and a few games of pool at &lt;strong&gt;Cheerie Berries&lt;/strong&gt;, I got home near midnight...&lt;br /&gt;I had to finish one report that was due the very next morning.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the WHOLE night finishing it.... with an accidental one hour of sleep, approximately 3-4am...&lt;br /&gt;Finished and printed my report by 7.30am...&lt;br /&gt;then went to campus for the usual class schedule.. minus a last minute class replacement at 12.30pm that I only found out that morning (by coincidence)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Start the new chapter.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night had dance practise as well, and after that, I sent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberley &amp;amp; Ian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; home...&lt;br /&gt;After sending the two home, I headed home... though I didn't make it home like I usually did...&lt;br /&gt;Exiting a roundabout, I was driving at the right lane... which meant I was driving quite fast... 80 km/h average...&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, the cars in front slowed down to a halt and my brakes weren't in time to halt my car...&lt;br /&gt;sigh.... head-to-tail collision was inevitable that night.... shit...&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked and in total disbelief, that I completely forgot about my own physical condition from the accident...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Stupid indeed..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/GenieStupidtxt.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swearing and scolding myself so badly behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;I apologized a lot to the other vehicle driver and passenger/s....&lt;br /&gt;I had to call back home to tell my mother about it... my brother and brother-in-law then came over...&lt;br /&gt;my brother-in-law helped took care from there, with the help of a mechanic that arrived to the scene.&lt;br /&gt;the mechanic was from &lt;em&gt;Kiam Hiap Motor&lt;/em&gt; or something like that... this workshop was familiar with repairing cars that met in accidents... it seemed from the business card alone...&lt;br /&gt;Returned home really upset after that... it was clearly obvious why I would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually left the house quite upset to be left alone...&lt;br /&gt;alone.. sitting against a lamp post at the side of the street, near where I lived, I contacted &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to talk to someone about it... and let the stress I was feeling inside out......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't need to say anything actually... he really just needed to listen to me as I let it out...&lt;br /&gt;but he still gave his comfort to me and as much support as he could through the phone...&lt;br /&gt;after that, made another long phone call to a dear friend of mine...&lt;br /&gt;maybe I shouldn't have did that... now I feel like regretting phoning my friend in such a condition...&lt;br /&gt;cause of that, my friend was left in a low mood the rest of the night....&lt;br /&gt;So sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next morning, I had to skip dance rehearsal with the others to go take care of the police report.&lt;br /&gt;The mechanic from the other night helped me take care of that...&lt;br /&gt;it was soon done and all.... and I was home, after a hair cut...&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling really distressed... and I couldn't bare staying at home, even though there was no one else in the house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iqbal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got to come and pick me up to join him and some others to eat at &lt;strong&gt;Parkson&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.. I actually had the urge to wear sunglasses at the time, even though I was indoors... I just felt... I didn't want anyone to look into my eyes.. and noticed whatever it was I was feeling...&lt;br /&gt;but my moodiness was plain obvious through my lack of interaction with the others anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the accident, something else had been bothering my mind a lot at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;Since the &lt;strong&gt;Leo Anniversary Dinner &lt;/strong&gt;(happening that night) involved dates and all, I tried to have a date with that girl...&lt;br /&gt;Not that I wanted to be romantic or what... but I just wanted to end one chapter of my life and we could go on our lives as good friends.&lt;br /&gt;However, she kept declining... she said she wasn't comfortable with me as her date for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I continued insisting... but in the end, she ended up with another guy for her date for the night... probably to get back at me or what...&lt;br /&gt;It really disappointed me... but I didn't take it to heart... cause after all, I wasn't gonna go for her in any romantic way anymore... so why should I feel hurt?&lt;br /&gt;Came to the venue of the dinner, &lt;strong&gt;Eastwood Valley&lt;/strong&gt;, with a cheery mood...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how... but I guess it might've been the whole afternoon of my mind being completely occupied by my attempts of getting a date with her...&lt;br /&gt;but I came.. and I acted like as if I was my usual self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did mistakes during the actual dance performances... thankfully I wasn't the only one.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;but what was important was that we enjoyed ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;After our dance, we all just chilled and enjoyed the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;There were some prizes given away... and some couple games that were played....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiew &amp; Kimberley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that came as a date, won grand prize of the couple games... and now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimerbley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; owns a VERY beautiful white gold necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Sad that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; didn't get anything from it though... hahaa... no prize for the gentleman...&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Squall &amp;amp; Rinoa dancing together in Final Fantasy VIII" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Rinoa-Squall-Dance.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of the night, it was the 'slow dance session'..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the date with the girl, but I got to dance with her, and it was fine enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;I told her what I wanted to tell her; that I was fine now, that I could finally let her go, and that I decided to be just good friends with her.&lt;br /&gt;And that was the closure of the most highlighted chapter of my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the end of the old chapter and the progress of the new one, the next event came as a complete shock to me.&lt;br /&gt;The girl had decided to not talk to me at all!&lt;br /&gt;Blocked me on MSN, wouldn't answer my calls, wouldn't reply my smses and e-mails...&lt;br /&gt;I was practically panicking... She wouldn't tell me what was happening, why she was doing this, etc, etc.. I was practically desperate at the time...&lt;br /&gt;I really lost myself at the time.... and said many things that I terribly regret saying to her in those smses...&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt... lost... afraid... desperate... so I acted out of fear, I supposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on throughout most of the next day.... which was today... September 28th... which was also my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday? It sure didn't felt joyful...&lt;br /&gt;I felt cold everywhere I went and whoever I met... I just couldn't get her off my mind...&lt;br /&gt;Not that I am in love with her in that way.. I already told her over and over how much I still cared about her, like a little sister...&lt;br /&gt;and to have someone, whom you care for so much, to do something like this to you, is terribly frightening...&lt;br /&gt;I sent smses after smses.. but she never replied any of them...&lt;br /&gt;It was until mid-afternoon that she finally sent me one sms, one sentence... telling me what she was doing...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.... it was such a huge relief that I think my mind shut down for a while cause of that... took me a while to just replied what I wanted to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lil sis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for being so selfish as-of-late. I don't want to bother justifying what I did, cause it won't change a thing. I'll just say that I did them cause I was being both selfish and caring at the same time. I don't know how you think that is possible, that's how I was acting at the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry that you felt uncomfortable and even suffocated cause of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I promise, I won't bother you anymore. I'll give you the space that you want. I only want you to remember that I'll always be here if you ever need me.... And I'll be waiting til the time you finally feel more comfortable with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take good care of yourself, all right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img alt="I really do, lil sis..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/always.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tiang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Dragonball Z" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/dragonball.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... back to my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;after that relieving message... I felt so much better.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, had quite a good day minus that little event..&lt;br /&gt;Smses came in wishing my 'Happy Birthday'...&lt;br /&gt;Friends shouting 'Happy Birthday' at me... even on MSN...&lt;br /&gt;And I received 16 testimonial on Friendster just wishing me 'Happy Birthday'...&lt;br /&gt;haha... I don't often get such attention.. but it felt good to know they care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112792381953911417?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112792381953911417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112792381953911417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112792381953911417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112792381953911417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/roller-coaster-ride-known-as-my-life.html' title='A Roller Coaster Ride known as &apos;My Life&apos;'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112765552110563931</id><published>2005-09-25T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:38:41.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love &amp; Compatibility Horoscope Libra</title><content type='html'>Found this somewhere in Multiply... Nice... Thanks, &lt;a href="http://johnsonkeh.multiply.com/"&gt;johnsonkeh&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Horoscopes never really hit bull's eye for me... but it's interested what they say about myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love horoscope Libra &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(24 September - 23 October)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love horoscope Libra highlights the importance of marriage. This sign, more than others, needs a stable alliance for a happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra is a kind of bridge between an intellectually-oriented Virgo and Scorpio, guided by emotional desires. This is a suspension bridge, however, that is swaying to and fro. It means poor energy, a lack of physical power. Love horoscope Libra foresees heath problems in old age. Though, they may not be very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra is not likely to love from the first sight; they don’t put intimacy on the front burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra is sentimental, simply can’t but be a tender lover. A need to be approved in society may make them prefer a pretty face or a well-established social status to deep emotions and love compatibility. They marry only partly for love and partly for convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love horoscope Libra emphasizes such qualities of this sign as tolerance, ability to get along with anybody and to appeal to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra is agreeable and sociable. Their body lacks wild instincts; their imagination should be supported by striking pictures or even pornography. They do their best not to be alone and to be able to communicate with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Libra woman is tender and charming, may get along with any man, her self-denial may even turn into masochism. She is an ideal helpmate, finding happiness in her husband’s success. But she may abandon her affection if she doesn’t feel that she is loved. She consoles herself quickly with a new romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Libra man doesn’t make a conqueror of himself, he expects a woman to make the first step. If a woman doesn’t initiate a relation, he feels himself out of place and rejected. He gives up and begins to look for happiness otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra is inclined to seduce anyone any time, being completely sure he is wanted and is the center of attention of the partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won’t probably find a more charming, generous and tolerant lover. In case of unlucky love experience, Libra becomes somber and cold. It’s easy to influence him. Love horoscope Libra stipulates that a man of this sign relies upon a woman in his success and business goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and also a woman may be hesitating to choose one love between two affections that may seem both equally necessary. Sometimes they try to combine two infatuations all their life and to make both objects of love simple friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a choice Libra should learn to love deeply, to take a decision, guided by feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most compatible with this sign are Aries, Leo, Aquarius, Gemini. Love horoscope Libra advises to avoid Cancer and Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Compatibility horoscope Libra &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(September, 24 - October, 23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - ARIES : &lt;/strong&gt;Tension between these two signs aggravates the relation. Aries is persistent and tireless, while Libra is looking for perfection and needs more stable and calm partners. A radical difference in temperaments causes constant quarrels. However, sexual relations should go smoothly. Compatibility horoscope Libra foresees a lovely bed and a dull every day life. A relationship is quite possible, while marriage is most improbable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - TAURUS :&lt;/strong&gt; Taurus is too materialistic for romantic Libra. Soon Taurus will suffer from strong jealousy. But physically they are a good match and that helps. Libra is reasonable, agreeable and can get along with persistent and arrogant Taurus. However, Libra is not always faithful to his partner, and Taurus may loose his temper because of that. Compatibility horoscope Libra mentions that this love game will bring much pleasure, but a more long union is counter-indicative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - GEMINI : &lt;/strong&gt;It’s difficult for both of them to manage their passions. If love makes the earth go round, this couple gives the first incentive. It’s an ideal partnership. Both are passionate and neither of them is jealous or is trying to limit the freedom of the other. They have a lot of common traits of character and they understand each other perfectly in bed. This is a wonderful romance and a happy married couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA -CANCER : &lt;/strong&gt;Cancer may be too criticizing, especially regarding extravagant Libra. Cancer is homebody, while Libra is keen on traveling. Cancer is practical and economical. Libra is impulsive and adores anything that can be bought in exchange for money. Sensitive and trusting Cancer will be offended by unfaithfulness and light-mindedness of Libra. Compatibility horoscope Libra speaks about an acceptable relationship and a rather bad marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - LEO : &lt;/strong&gt;Both meet the requirements and desires of each other. Leo is passionate, Libra is emotional, and both are crazy about sex. All the time in bed will be a happy holiday. In case of a conflict Libra should give in. It won’t be any difficulty, as Libra is ready to cooperate. Ideological weapon of Libra is a good strategy and tact. A hot relationship may grow into a rather warm marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA -VIRGO :&lt;/strong&gt; Virgo lives according to strict rules, while Libra is quite a different person. Their characters are also incompatible in many other factors. Virgo is materialistic and more interested in money than in sex. Libra finds it inadmissible. Virgo may also be grumpy and boring with dictatorial inclinations. Libra won’t stand it and will be looking for approval outside. Compatibility horoscope Libra doubts about a successful relationship and forecasts a complicated marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - LIBRA : &lt;/strong&gt;They are equally passionate to each other. They have much in common. Both are cheerful, easy-going, responsible, dependable, love harmony and beauty. But when a severe reality interferes, nobody wants to come down to earth. This love affair may be a bit ecstatic. A romantic relationship may exist, but marriage needs maturity and a more practical approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - SCORPIO :&lt;/strong&gt; Scorpio is too jealous for light-hearted Libra. He can’t stand even a small flirting. Libra is careless in sex and that makes Scorpio perplexed. Scorpio should dominate, while Libra should obey him. There is a deep attraction between them, but they may split up at any time. Compatibility horoscope Libra predicts a hot and fierce relationship and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - SAGITTARIUS : &lt;/strong&gt;Sagittarius loves adventures, so Libra won’t ever get bored with him. Sagittarius will be indifferent to some small romances of Libra. They match each other in sex. The problem is that Sagittarius has a bent for change and independence. Libra needs a stable partner and a warm house atmosphere. If they manage to overcome these differences, there is a chance of a short or a long-lasting relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - CAPRICORN : &lt;/strong&gt;Capricorn experiences a strong physical desire towards Libra. Besides, his willing to earn money appeals to Libra. But Libra is lazy and that irritates Capricorn, who got used to working without rest. Capricorn is sensibly practical and that grates upon Libra. However, Capricorn won’t approve of Libra, always eager to move in society. They are too much incompatible to be happy together. The relationship will end rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - AQUARIUS : &lt;/strong&gt;It must be a brilliant match. In this life full of adventures Libra is waiting for guidance and advice from Aquarius. Both adore socializing and taking part in public affairs. They have lots of friends, but don’t forget about their private interests. They will have the greatest time of love, even before reaching the bedroom. Compatibility horoscope Libra promises a sensitive relationship and a good marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIBRA - PISCES : &lt;/strong&gt;A difficult combination. Kindness, sensitiveness and faithfulness of Pisces appeal to Libra. But Pisces are not eager to dominate, while Libra is not ready to play the leading role in the relationship. Libra gets tired of the desire of Pisces to rely upon somebody. Pisces doesn’t approve of a wide range of interests peculiar to Libra. If Libra becomes quarrelsome, Pisces lose heart. Are you upset? Yes, you are, probably. And this is how a serious relationship and a marriage will look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original site here ---&gt;  &lt;a href="http://horoscopes.syl.com/lovehoroscopes"&gt;http://horoscopes.syl.com/lovehoroscopes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112765552110563931?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112765552110563931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112765552110563931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112765552110563931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112765552110563931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-compatibility-horoscope-libra.html' title='Love &amp; Compatibility Horoscope Libra'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112764095793207156</id><published>2005-09-25T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T21:03:24.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Closure of My 'Love Never To Be' Chapter</title><content type='html'>I wanna tell all of you readers something... Something that has been going on in my life for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might have known or at least suspected, that I was in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dedicating this blog to her. It just seems so hard to tell her all of this, in person.&lt;br /&gt;Things just seemed to keep coming up and made me unable to tell her everything that goes or went on in my head all this while.&lt;br /&gt;So, the best way for me to do that is blog about it, cause I'm sure she'll eventually get to read this, and then she'll finally know everything that I've been feeling or thinking all those while.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt that she should know them.... before I close this chapter of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I will remember these days..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/Aeries-Remember.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell for you for the past two and a half months, did you ever realise that? Felt like a whole lot longer for me.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing really for me. It's a whole new record. All my past crushes never lasted past a month. I don't know why, but the relationship between you and I were different... different than any that I've ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During all this time that I've tried to be closer to you, we've had our ups and many downs.&lt;br /&gt;I've always been so annoying to you, huh?&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I've always got to feel your stinging coldness, too.&lt;br /&gt;I've always tried to show you how much I cared about you, but often times, you just brushed me off so quickly. Then again, maybe it's just cause of the plain fact that I'm such an annoying person.&lt;br /&gt;You always said that I couldn't handle you, if we ever got into a relationship. Maybe that's true, but so far I know, I've always been able to endure you. No matter how hurtful you sometimes were to me, I still wanted to be with you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;It's hurts a lot, to think that the person you cared about so so much, doesn't care about you in the same way. Honestly, that's how I felt a lot of times, and yet I still held on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tidus and Yuna of Final Fantasy X" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/RedShiningFFX.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of holding on, how many times have I tried to stop being close to you, but yet still held on to that feeling? Five? Four? Haha, I've lost count already along the way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still quite amazed that I fell for you so much. I guess you can say this is the first time I actually felt how it is like to fall deep in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;You were a first for a lot of things for me, as I told you before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First girl I couldn't let go off so easily.&lt;br /&gt;First girl I've gotten so close with all my life.&lt;br /&gt;First girl that got me to feel so much hurt until at some points, it just felt numb in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;First girl that I've 'chased' for so long; two and a half months.&lt;br /&gt;First girl that I keep chatting with online until very late at night, practically every night.&lt;br /&gt;First girl that I keep 'sms'ing with practically every day.&lt;br /&gt;First girl to ever said that she missed me out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;First girl that I've ever had such a complicated relationship with.&lt;br /&gt;First girl that my friends actually kept teasing me about.&lt;br /&gt;First girl that I had to 'fight' so hard over with.&lt;br /&gt;There's probably some more firsts, but I just can't think of them right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of 'fighting' over her, maybe I know the reason why I kept holding on to you so strongly. 'Cause of all the 'competition' I had to put up with for your affection.&lt;br /&gt;One love triangle, two ex's... few more admirers... You've NO idea how popular you are, girl. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;You have that effect. Haha. Boys regret letting you go. Other boys are so easily attracted to you for some reason. Could be that personality of yours. Boys probably find your personality very attractive. *Shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm just feeling too proud of myself or what, but I just felt that I was the closest to you in this 'competition'.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm terribly wrong and just... '&lt;em&gt;perasan&lt;/em&gt;' too much.&lt;br /&gt;But either way, I'm still glad that I got to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Dancing the night away..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/SquallRinoaDance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember last night when we got to dance together at Eastwood Valley.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to tell you that "I loveD you."&lt;br /&gt;And you were like... "I don't know whether I should be glad or insulted!"&lt;br /&gt;Haha. You this, girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very grateful that you agreed to dance with me. I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;I would've been happier if you had accepted to be my date for last night, but fine.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, we gotten quite tense and more uncomfortable with one another. I knew for sure both of us didn't want that to continue.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I asked for one date and one dance. I just wanted the night with you so that I could close this chapter of my life and then we can be good friends after.&lt;br /&gt;But you were so reluctant to accept me as your date, despite how persistent I was to keep asking you.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many messages I sent you yesterday, just to beg you to be my date. But you never agreed, still.&lt;br /&gt;I felt somewhat disappointed, but I never held any grudge, whatsoever at you for that decision.&lt;br /&gt;At least, you granted me one dance that night. I was very happy for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Aerith beating up Sephiroth - Both from Final Fantasy VII" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Pummeled.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our arguments. We upset one another. I annoyed you in several occasions. You disappointed me in several occasions.&lt;br /&gt;But despite all that, we always were still able to stay as good friends, which I still can't quite think of how we did it... but we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="The Dreamer - Laguna of Final Fantasy VIII" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/LagunaDreamer.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you a lot in those times, and maybe I still hold some hope of a chance of a relationship with you, honestly. But at least I don't hold it like as if it'd be the end of my life if I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've done anything to see you happy. And actually... I still do and will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cared about you a lot all these while, and I still do just as much, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can still tell me anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I'll always be here for you." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Couples/AlwaysHereForYou.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ADDED:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  I forget to add.  This girl...&lt;br /&gt;Whoever the guy that ends up with you...&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you... from the bottom of my honest heart... The guy is one lucky fellow.&lt;br /&gt;But that guy had better be able to make you happy.  That's all I want in the guy that gets to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, girl.&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tiang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112764095793207156?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112764095793207156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112764095793207156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112764095793207156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112764095793207156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/closure-of-my-love-never-to-be-chapter.html' title='The Closure of My &apos;Love Never To Be&apos; Chapter'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112732223275700269</id><published>2005-09-22T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:03:52.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A $20 Lesson</title><content type='html'>A well-known speaker started off his&lt;br /&gt;seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill.&lt;br /&gt;In the room of 200, he asked,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Who would like this $20 bill?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands started going up.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I am going to give this $20 to&lt;br /&gt;one of you but first, let me do this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proceeded to crumple up the $20&lt;br /&gt;dollar bill. He then asked,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Who still wants it?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Still the hands were up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Well,&lt;/em&gt;" he replied, "&lt;em&gt;What if I do this?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;And he dropped it on the ground and&lt;br /&gt;started to grind it into the floor&lt;br /&gt;with his shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Now, who still wants it?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Still the hands went up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;My friends, we have all learned a very&lt;br /&gt;valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I did to the money, you&lt;br /&gt;still wanted it because it did not decrease in value.&lt;br /&gt;It was still worth $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times in our lives, we are dropped,&lt;br /&gt;crumpled, and ground into the dirt&lt;br /&gt;by the decisions we make and&lt;br /&gt;the circumstances that come our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel as though we are worthless.&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what has happened or what&lt;br /&gt;will happen, you will never lose your value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased,&lt;br /&gt;you are still priceless to those,&lt;br /&gt;who DO LOVE you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worth of our lives comes not in what&lt;br /&gt;we do or who we know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but by WHO WE ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't EVER forget it.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not pass this on,&lt;br /&gt;you may never know the lives it touches,&lt;br /&gt;the hurting hearts it speaks to,&lt;br /&gt;or the hope that it can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, not your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember:&lt;br /&gt;amateurs built the ark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;professionals built the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God brings you to it,&lt;br /&gt;He will bring you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass this message to those you know&lt;br /&gt;needs this gentle reminder that they are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. indeed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. God's love and child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zack @ Tiang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s comment:&lt;br /&gt;This is a very nice one.&lt;br /&gt;See?&lt;br /&gt;If the message is meaningful and worth some value, people will gladly forward it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't curse people with mistfortune just so that some useless/pointless/waste of time and space is forwarded, only to cause an unnecessary cycle of nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the truth, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Those posts that say you're gonna die or have some misfortune, or even your love is gonna come to you or some love miracle will happen...&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.. They never happened, as scary or desireable as they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop forwarding the meaningless chains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when the forwarding stops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..So does the chain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112732223275700269?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112732223275700269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112732223275700269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112732223275700269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112732223275700269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/20-lesson.html' title='A $20 Lesson'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112728035207823809</id><published>2005-09-21T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T01:17:56.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was missed... :'(</title><content type='html'>Have u ever missed someone and felt&lt;br /&gt;terrible because u think tat he/she doesn't miss u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone is a terrible but at the&lt;br /&gt;same time, sweet feeling.&lt;br /&gt;U will be sitting around wondering if u&lt;br /&gt;meant anything to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if he/she ever cares about u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing to the phone once it rings&lt;br /&gt;hoping that it's him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking out of the window hoping that he/she&lt;br /&gt;will surprise u by appearing downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in front of the television but&lt;br /&gt;thinking of him missing the final episode&lt;br /&gt;of your favourite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying on your bed, thinking of the last&lt;br /&gt;time u wen out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of how nice it will be to sit under&lt;br /&gt;the stars again, talking about everything,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams, plans, future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logging on to the internet hoping to see&lt;br /&gt;him/her online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When u realise that he/she isn't online and&lt;br /&gt;did not return your page, u will start&lt;br /&gt;worrying if he/she is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone is a way of growing up i&lt;br /&gt;guess.&lt;br /&gt;It exposes u to loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;It teaches u how to cope with being lonely&lt;br /&gt;and let u know that there is actually&lt;br /&gt;a feeling known as emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels good to miss someone.&lt;br /&gt;U know that u really care and u indulge&lt;br /&gt;in the feeling of loving/caring for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But missing someone and not knowing if&lt;br /&gt;he/she is feeling the same is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;U feel as if u are being left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if u miss someone, tell him/her and&lt;br /&gt;let them know.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, ask if they miss u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the feeling of missing someone&lt;br /&gt;become jealousy or paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;If u are the one being missed and u know&lt;br /&gt;it, let the other party know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u miss him/her too, tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Friendster Bulletin Board&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;21/09/2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112728035207823809?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112728035207823809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112728035207823809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112728035207823809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112728035207823809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wish-i-was-missed_21.html' title='I wish I was missed... :&apos;('/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112706051904478146</id><published>2005-09-18T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T00:21:59.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nurvana rises...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="I don't feel like I'm strong enough." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/Feel-not-strong-nuf.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don know how to start this blog off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this a new sense arising in me?&lt;br /&gt;Has a new experience come unto me?&lt;br /&gt;Have I found a whole new perspective to how I see my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don know... I just feel........... something've changed inside me.&lt;br /&gt;And heck, I just felt like talking about it!&lt;br /&gt;But be warned... following this blog entry, there will consist of things that may seem offensive.&lt;br /&gt;So I apologize beforehand if you do feel offended by my entry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is me.&lt;br /&gt;_________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just earlier tonight I went to this, '&lt;strong&gt;Night of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;' concert that featured performances by the &lt;strong&gt;Planetshakers&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who's a junior Pastor somewhere at &lt;em&gt;Down Under&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;For some of you that don't know... this was a &lt;em&gt;Christian&lt;/em&gt;'s sort of concert, to celebrate &lt;em&gt;Jesus &lt;/em&gt;and give praise to &lt;em&gt;Him &lt;/em&gt;and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me mistaken! I was born a &lt;em&gt;Buddhist&lt;/em&gt;, and I shall not celebrate or praise &lt;em&gt;Jesus&lt;/em&gt; in any way, unless I got to convert myself to &lt;em&gt;Christianity&lt;/em&gt;, which I doubt I'll do (anytime soon, if ever)...&lt;br /&gt;I got to know of this concert from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Initially, I didn't think so much about it.&lt;br /&gt;However, as time drew closer to the concert, I suddenly felt the urge to go. A desire to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't so sure of why I would want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I intrigued by how &lt;em&gt;Christians&lt;/em&gt; show their faith to their &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;, since I went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-after-week.html"&gt;Free2Be&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert last month?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it cause of that significant someone that was going there?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure of why this desire in me was there, but I decided to follow this intuition of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I feared I might not be able to make it, cause before I only knew &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would be going, along with her brother &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, cousin &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and friend &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Derek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't offer me a ride to the concert. And I feared that I would not be allowed to drive to &lt;strong&gt;Mega Hotel&lt;/strong&gt; for that event.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I noticed that &lt;em&gt;Fate or God&lt;/em&gt; had been pulling some strings in my favour that I never asked for.&lt;br /&gt;The door that led me to this event opened to me when I was given the permission to drive for myself today.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite looking forward to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having dinner at &lt;strong&gt;Fratini's Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt; (near &lt;strong&gt;Court Mammoth&lt;/strong&gt;) with my family, I drove off to &lt;strong&gt;Mega Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;, went up to the 4th floor and to the &lt;em&gt;Ballroom&lt;/em&gt;, where I was greeted by the sight of crowded people that included the concert's many committee members wearing black.&lt;br /&gt;I entered the &lt;em&gt;Ballroom&lt;/em&gt;, with an expectation no more than what I witnessed at the &lt;strong&gt;Free2Be&lt;/strong&gt; concert.&lt;br /&gt;I had initially planned to surprise &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I made it, but when I saw all of the crowd, I soon realised it wasn't going to work for me.&lt;br /&gt;And indeed it didn't when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Derek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spotted me first.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, besides &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberley, Derek, Aaron &amp;amp; Greg&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, there were a lot of others that I saw that I knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle, Sabrina, Evangeline, Oiwoja, Azie, Giegel, Justin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and a lot more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert started of with a few song performances by the music band from &lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Planetshakers&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The songs sang at the time.... kind of struck something in me... I don know how... I don know why...&lt;br /&gt;Then, I just felt that... something is different about this...&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, the special speaker for the event, took over the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;When he started his talk, that was when I realised something that I've not realised all this time.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night, I felt something different in my thoughts. No words can explain what it was.... then again... I can barely explain what happened to myself.&lt;br /&gt;During the concert, I felt I could trust the &lt;em&gt;Almighty One &lt;/em&gt;more. That I could believe in &lt;em&gt;It &lt;/em&gt;to guide me through my life and help me through my struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I questioned &lt;em&gt;God &lt;/em&gt;and all whatever religions. I was never even into my own religion. I barely understood &lt;em&gt;Buddhism&lt;/em&gt;. I never even knew what I was supposed to be praying about when in a temple.&lt;br /&gt;Pray for fortune? Luck? Good health? A partner? My desires??&lt;br /&gt;Before, I had this idea that &lt;em&gt;God &lt;/em&gt;isn't as great or good as everyone believed &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; to be. That &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; never cared about our good or bad. That &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; only created us and watched what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I even had the idea that &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; may have just created us for &lt;em&gt;Its&lt;/em&gt; own entertainment. Watching the ups and downs of our variable lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might it surprise you, though, that I do 'talk' to &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;However, I didn't talk to &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; like how those devoted religious people do.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't close my eyes and lower my head and pray to &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't chant some mumbo jumbo stuffs to get connected with &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything to feel &lt;em&gt;Its&lt;/em&gt; presence.&lt;br /&gt;All I did... was look straight up, and talk, like as if &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt;'s just right there... looking down at me.&lt;br /&gt;I treated &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; like as if &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; was just any other human... except with an &lt;em&gt;omnipotent&lt;/em&gt; power that is unmatched to anything human imagination can picture.&lt;br /&gt;What did I 'talk' to &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; about?&lt;br /&gt;............. Frankly anything that was on my mind and thought that &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; should hear it from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;My love life, how I should go on with my life, even how badly &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; was treating me..&lt;br /&gt;I didn't treat &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; as my friend or my enemy. &lt;em&gt;It &lt;/em&gt;was always on the line between that, maybe once in a while stepping a bit to one of the sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Shadow of the Past" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/shadowofthepast.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I got to realise, that I've not been 'talking' to &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then again... why would I?&lt;br /&gt;I believed only &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; handle my life, neither &lt;em&gt;God &lt;/em&gt;nor &lt;em&gt;Fate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I believed that I'll decide what I wanna do with my life. That I'll decide what was right and wrong for me. That I'll decide what was sin/bad karma/&lt;em&gt;dosa&lt;/em&gt;. And that I'll decide my path of life.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing and no one else will decide any of that for me. They can only effect my decision/s, not make them.&lt;br /&gt;....... Maybe that's why I've been acting so... high of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I thought what I have done was right and that it couldn't have been any wrong.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess at some degrees... what I thought had its flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the concert, when &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spoke of his talk... that something that struck me inside, made me realise all of this.&lt;br /&gt;When I knew what I've realised, I decided to change my perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I need You more than ever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thristy for the touch of Heaven,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, don't passed me by.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one verse from one of the songs that were sang throughout the concert.&lt;br /&gt;Without any motive to offend or anything... but I changed it a little for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I need You more than ever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm thirsty for the touch of Heaven,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My God, don't passed me by.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the other &lt;em&gt;Christians &lt;/em&gt;in the audience raised their hands to praise their &lt;em&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;, I raised mine straight high up, my palm facing straight for the sky... in hopes to feel the sense of &lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I would probably never know if &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; did reach for my hand, but I definitely felt the strain in my outstretched arm for being in the position for so long. But I kept holding it up anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event, I didn't realise it immediately, but there was a sense of renewed energy coursing through me.&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the bathroom for my shower, before I started, I stopped to 'talk' to &lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I raised my hand as I did before and declared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I've never thought of You in that way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never treated You in that sense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now I feel that I should and will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the Almighty... the Omnipotent... the One...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are My God.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was basically what I declared...&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom is one of the GREATEST places to rethink, reorganise your thoughts. Maybe i'll talk about that another time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt; is no different from your &lt;em&gt;God &lt;/em&gt;though. &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; isn't a new one, and I ain't starting a new religion or cult.&lt;br /&gt;Cause, what I believe, everyone in the whole world worship the same &lt;em&gt;ONE GOD&lt;/em&gt;, just that &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt; was perceived differently by different cultures.&lt;br /&gt;If it was not &lt;em&gt;God Itself&lt;/em&gt;, that they were worshipping, then it must be of some relations with &lt;em&gt;God Itself&lt;/em&gt;. Like &lt;em&gt;Jesus&lt;/em&gt;, '&lt;em&gt;His&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;em&gt; Son&lt;/em&gt;... Maybe &lt;em&gt;Buddha&lt;/em&gt; was a nephew or another son of &lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I would never know!&lt;br /&gt;Some of my beliefs never changed though.&lt;br /&gt;Like the sin/bad karma/&lt;em&gt;dosa&lt;/em&gt; of my belief, the ultimate one is still &lt;u&gt;being inconsiderate of other living beings in this world&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the renewed energy after my declaration.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the change of perspective in my thought.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the sign that things are definitely gonna change for me.&lt;br /&gt;And that it'd be for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how, or why..... but I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that explains the urge before...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;em&gt;My God&lt;/em&gt; wanted this for me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; wanted me to realise all this.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why &lt;em&gt;It&lt;/em&gt; pulled some strings in my favour to come to this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way... this was the result.&lt;br /&gt;This is the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;This is me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112706051904478146?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112706051904478146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112706051904478146' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112706051904478146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112706051904478146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-nurvana-rises.html' title='My Nurvana rises...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112688956057755756</id><published>2005-09-17T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T00:52:40.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Pattern Is Your Brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Brain's Pattern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/8.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.&lt;br /&gt;But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpatternisyourbrainquiz/"&gt;What Pattern Is Your Brain?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz was nice and all... But I think it ain't so effective?&lt;br /&gt;I tried for the other answers.... and they all seem to match me in some way..&lt;br /&gt;This proves that the answers of this quiz are to general, hence why people think they are accurate...&lt;br /&gt;my opinion of this quiz, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112688956057755756?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112688956057755756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112688956057755756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112688956057755756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112688956057755756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-pattern-is-your-brain.html' title='What Pattern Is Your Brain?'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112683650040061069</id><published>2005-09-16T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T12:12:47.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good way to start a day..</title><content type='html'>Man... what a way to start off my day today... hmph....&lt;br /&gt;Embarassing to say.... I nearly cried this morning... ahha...&lt;br /&gt;for a moment there, I nearly started to cry....&lt;br /&gt;There goes the secret... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was listening to this song, while driving...&lt;br /&gt;put it to keep repeating this song even...&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts after thoughts kept going through my mind....&lt;br /&gt;I drove slowly to prevent myself from being too careless on the road and possibly getting into an accident.&lt;br /&gt;Then.. all of a sudden... listening through the song while my mind still continued thinking so much... tears just began welling up in my eyes....&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was going to cry further... but when it neared the end... it stopped welling up...&lt;br /&gt;How ironic that I had my sunglasses on, so I couldn't see my own eyes in the mirror... heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Tidus, just an illusion... What about me?" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/illusion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Rick Price - Heaven Knows&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's always on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;From the time I wake up&lt;br /&gt;'Till I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;She's everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;She's all I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Though she's so far away&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps getting stronger everyday&lt;br /&gt;And even now she's gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm still holding on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;So tell me where do I start&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my love will come back some day&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And maybe our hearts will find their way&lt;br /&gt;Only heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;And all I can do is hope and pray&lt;br /&gt;'Cause heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep telling me&lt;br /&gt;That if you really love her&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta set her free&lt;br /&gt;And if she returns in time&lt;br /&gt;I'll know she's mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Refrain then Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coda:&lt;br /&gt;Why I live in despair&lt;br /&gt;'Cause while awake or dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I know she's never there&lt;br /&gt;And all these time I act so brave&lt;br /&gt;I'm shaking inside&lt;br /&gt;Why does it hurt me so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cdb;"&gt;too much personal connection with this song&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112683650040061069?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112683650040061069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112683650040061069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112683650040061069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112683650040061069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-good-way-to-start-day.html' title='Not a good way to start a day..'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112678594583359693</id><published>2005-09-15T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:07:02.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was today a bad day?  or a good day??</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Mr. Incredible &amp; Frozone" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Movies/mrincrediblefrozone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... what a day I had today.... sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;Let me update on a few of my other days first....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, the day after the &lt;strong&gt;Curtin Carnival &lt;/strong&gt;event. back to school already.. sigh...&lt;br /&gt;anyway.... the day time was pretty much the usual... spent heck of a lot of my time at the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council room&lt;/strong&gt;.. nothing else to do...&lt;br /&gt;Had a meeting at 8pm that night... the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council General Meeting&lt;/strong&gt;.. this meeting was regarding the &lt;em&gt;Student Council Constitution &lt;/em&gt;that is practically the law that the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council &lt;/strong&gt;follows and abides to...&lt;br /&gt;this meeting require the attendance of at least 100 students, to act as a forum to discuss on any changes to the constitution...&lt;br /&gt;However, turned out that only some of the &lt;em&gt;Student Council members &lt;/em&gt;showed up, along with the &lt;em&gt;Returning Officer&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mr. Johannes Hermann&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;So he and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, our President, decided to do this meeting in another date.... next week, &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, 21st September, 2005&lt;/strong&gt;... from 3.30-4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Please join this meeting, all is invited! We need the students' help and support so as the future &lt;strong&gt;Student Council&lt;/strong&gt; can be more efficient in their work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;... another usual day on campus.. except the heck boring afternoon/evening that I waited aimlessly in the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council (SC) room &lt;/strong&gt;til that night...&lt;br /&gt;What was going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was inviting all &lt;strong&gt;Student Council members &lt;/strong&gt;to a dinner at &lt;em&gt;Cafe Rosita &lt;/em&gt;of &lt;strong&gt;Dynasty Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;, Student Council's treat.&lt;br /&gt;I presumed this happens practically once a year or not at all... so I was definitely not gonna miss this chance..&lt;br /&gt;And I sure didn't regret my decision, despite the heck boring hours I spent sleeping and waiting at the &lt;strong&gt;SC room&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;The food at &lt;em&gt;Cafe Rosita&lt;/em&gt; was delicious.. despite the expensive prices, the dishes were worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who was the &lt;strong&gt;SC Advisor/Independant Chairperson&lt;/strong&gt; was also there to join us for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Our table had loads of laughs. My gosh, I swear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Havinesh, Kimmy &amp;amp; Nicholas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; had their food drugged or something! They were so high!! At least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah Voon &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;was still all right, though his jokes were hilarious. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;.. no class at all the whole day, so thought to just stay at home...&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day online.... I had nothing else better to do at home all the time... no games to play... just the computer and the internet to entertain me...&lt;br /&gt;Got to watch '&lt;strong&gt;Longest Yard&lt;/strong&gt;' which included &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adam Sandler, Chris Rock, Nelly &lt;/strong&gt;(the rapper)&lt;strong&gt;, Steve Austin &amp; Goldberg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in its cast. It was a nice movie... enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;Online for the whole for a heck of a long time.. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;... today... here comes the day...&lt;br /&gt;First........ overslept but thanks to my brother, I was able to make it to class without being late... though I had to skip breakfast and have only a quick shower.&lt;br /&gt;Second.... my &lt;em&gt;Engineering Communications 100&lt;/em&gt; group wanted to have a interview with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dr. Rosslyn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; regarding the topic we were researching on... but no appointment was made, so it was too late to make one... besides, not all of my group members were available to come for the interview...&lt;br /&gt;at least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wani, Jenny, Victor &amp;amp; I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got to discuss on some of our other works... namely the Report Outline that we need prepared by tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;Third, had a problem with my &lt;em&gt;Engineering &amp;amp; Professional Studies 100&lt;/em&gt;. My group for the Spot Speed studies assignment was wrong!&lt;br /&gt;I was so frustrated at the lecturer... but then again, I knew it was my fault that this happened. What kept my frustrated was cause the lecturer was somewhat reluctant to change my grouping. but in the end, I understood what his reason was.&lt;br /&gt;and then again, thankfully the group that I was registered to had handed up their report (&lt;em&gt;without my name on it&lt;/em&gt;).. so i was moved to the group that I was in and had been working with for this assignment... PHEW!!&lt;br /&gt;I thanked the One above for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't it for today though...&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home from campus... I was immediately greeted with a frustrated mother... caused of this morning's waking up problem I had...&lt;br /&gt;Now she forbids me to stay up (especially online) pass 11pm...&lt;br /&gt;Fine with me.... I decided to do so for a while.... I need my sleep... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... tell me... has today been a bad day? or a good day?&lt;br /&gt;After reading all that, you'd probably say I'd a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should be quite thankful then. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112678594583359693?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112678594583359693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112678594583359693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112678594583359693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112678594583359693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/was-today-bad-day-or-good-day.html' title='Was today a bad day?  or a good day??'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112670409534399905</id><published>2005-09-14T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:21:35.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Shortest Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e1e1e1;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e1e1e1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/green.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are nurturing, kind, and lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Like mother nature, you want to help everyone.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at keeping secrets and tend to be secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seeker of harmony, you are a natural peacemaker.&lt;br /&gt;You are good natured and people enjoy your company.&lt;br /&gt;You put people at ease and make them feel at home with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112670409534399905?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112670409534399905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112670409534399905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112670409534399905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112670409534399905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/worlds-shortest-personality-test.html' title='The World&apos;s Shortest Personality Test'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112667365842683265</id><published>2005-09-14T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:45:58.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of COOL dancing music videos</title><content type='html'>Got to found a couple of nice dancing music videos..&lt;br /&gt;I like the videos cause of the dancing... but I also like them cause of the singers and the song.. very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freevideocodes.com/"&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://media.bmgonline.com/zombalabelgroup.com/ciara/video/oh_300.asx" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" loop="true" autoplay="0" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Music Video Codes by FreeVideoCodes.com&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics provided here ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://zacktiang.multiply.com/reviews/item/8"&gt;Ciara - Oh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freevideocodes.com/"&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://wm.atlrec.com/missyelliott/video/lose_control-300.wmv " width="300" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" showcontrols="1" autoplay="0" showstatusbar="0" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Music Video Codes by FreeVideoCodes.com&lt;br /&gt;Incomplete Lyrics provided here ---&gt; &lt;a href="http://zacktiang.multiply.com/reviews/item/9"&gt;Missy Elliot - Lose Control&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112667365842683265?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112667365842683265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112667365842683265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112667365842683265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112667365842683265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/couple-of-cool-dancing-music-videos.html' title='A couple of COOL dancing music videos'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112667029226383708</id><published>2005-09-14T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:58:12.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing facts</title><content type='html'>In the 1400's, a law was set forth that a man was not&lt;br /&gt;allowed to beat his wife with a stick thicker than his&lt;br /&gt;thumb. Hence we have "the rule of thumb".&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in Scotland, a new game was invented.&lt;br /&gt;It was ruled "Gentlemen Only...Ladies Forbidden"...&lt;br /&gt;and thus the word GOLF entered into the English&lt;br /&gt;language.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;The first couple to be shown in bed together on prime&lt;br /&gt;time TV were Fred and Wilma Flintstone.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Coca-Cola was originally green.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;In Shakespeare's time, mattresses were secured on bed&lt;br /&gt;frames by ropes. When you pulled on the ropes the&lt;br /&gt;mattress tightened,making the bed firmer to sleep on.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the phrase........."good night, sleep tight."&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;It was the accepted practice in Babylon 4,000 years&lt;br /&gt;ago that for a month after the wedding, the bride's&lt;br /&gt;father would supply his son-in-law with all the mead&lt;br /&gt;he could drink. Mead is a honey wine and because&lt;br /&gt;their calendar was lunar-based, this period was called&lt;br /&gt;the honey month which we know today as the honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;In Olde English pubs, ale was ordered by pints and&lt;br /&gt;quarts. When customers got unruly, the bartender&lt;br /&gt;would yell at them "Mind your pints and quarts, and&lt;br /&gt;settle down." It's where we got the phrase "mind&lt;br /&gt;your P's and Q's".&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago in England, pub frequenters had a&lt;br /&gt;whistle baked into the rim or handle of their ceramic&lt;br /&gt;cups. When they needed a refill, they used the&lt;br /&gt;whistle to get some service. "Wet your whistle" is the&lt;br /&gt;phrase inspired by this practice.&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Don't delete the following just because it looks&lt;br /&gt;weird. Believe it or not, you can read it.&lt;br /&gt;" I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd&lt;br /&gt;waht I was rdgnieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan&lt;br /&gt;mnid aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy,&lt;br /&gt;it deosn't mttaer in waht order the ltteers in a wrod&lt;br /&gt;are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and&lt;br /&gt;lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a&lt;br /&gt;taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a&lt;br /&gt;porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed&lt;br /&gt;ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.&lt;br /&gt;Amzanig eh?"&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;At least 75% of people who read this will try to lick&lt;br /&gt;their elbow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112667029226383708?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112667029226383708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112667029226383708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112667029226383708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112667029226383708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/amusing-facts.html' title='Amusing facts'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112643650835333827</id><published>2005-09-11T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:01:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of Curtin Carnival 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/tidus_score.png" alt="Tidus of Final Fantasy X" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... &lt;strong&gt;Curtin Carnival &lt;/strong&gt;has finally came and now it has gone.&lt;br /&gt;Man... what a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up more than half an hour after 5.30am, which was the time i thought to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Showered, breakfast, drove to pick &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ian &amp; LC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up and then arrive campus...&lt;br /&gt;Still had time before our appointed time to meet with the rest, so we just waited outside the library, where we were to meet the rets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening ceremony began after 9am... speeches, dances, confetti bursting, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Big hoo-haa at the time!&lt;br /&gt;after the opening ceremony, our MCs for the day took over the mic while the carnival went on.&lt;br /&gt;I immediately took a look at every stall there was.&lt;br /&gt;haha.. one occasion, at the &lt;strong&gt;Leo's stall&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jenny &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;just pulled me to the stall and kept insisting me to buy something from there.&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying 'later, later, later'... but she kept insisting, so I made a promise to her that lunch time I'll buy the macaroni from their stall.  that satisfied her.&lt;br /&gt;that wasn't it though... some time later.. I came back to the stall.. saw &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diana &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;there.. she was also a member of &lt;strong&gt;Leo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly just came to me, grabbed me and pulled me to the stall, insisting me to buy something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deja&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;vu&lt;/em&gt;, anyone?   haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few special events that went on as the carnival progressed.&lt;br /&gt;One was the &lt;strong&gt;Wireless LAN Workshop &lt;/strong&gt;at 11am.  It basically introduces what Wireless LAN is and includes how one can install one at home.&lt;br /&gt;another was the &lt;strong&gt;Curtin Music Fest &lt;/strong&gt;at 12pm.  Some music bands that included &lt;em&gt;Curtin students &lt;/em&gt;and outside Curtin bands were there to perform.&lt;br /&gt;Such as &lt;em&gt;Ravera Hill, Last Minute to Climax, Promise Ruin&lt;/em&gt; and a few more!&lt;br /&gt;Last one was the &lt;strong&gt;Effective Googling Workshop&lt;/strong&gt; at 1pm.  This workshop is basically about teaching how to use the &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google search engine&lt;/a&gt; more effectively for studies and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3pm, was the lucky draw session, the moment that everyone had been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;there were several prizes given away, including four large hampers and of course, the &lt;em&gt;Apple iPod Mini&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't win any.. which I don't mind too much, though it would've been nice...&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer the hampers than the &lt;em&gt;iPod&lt;/em&gt;... 4 gigs of space for songs only seems pretty useless for me. maybe could just sell it off.. shrugs...&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would win the iPod himself.. .he SO wanted it... with all the work he's done for &lt;strong&gt;Curtin&lt;/strong&gt;, I honestly felt he should be rewarded in kind... but seems that fate did not see it in that way.&lt;br /&gt;After the lucky draw, the &lt;strong&gt;Curtin Carnival &lt;/strong&gt;was over. The Lucky draw was the closing ceremony for the event.&lt;br /&gt;We, &lt;strong&gt;Student Council &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;em&gt;most of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CV members&lt;/strong&gt;, worked to help clear up the place.&lt;br /&gt;It took us a while.. but we finally were done in an hour's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of everyone else had already gone on off... while I stuck around longer.. some of the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council members &lt;/strong&gt;were still around at the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council room, &lt;/strong&gt;so stayed and rested there in the nice air-conditioned room on the nice comfy sofa...&lt;br /&gt;We were all tired but very satisfied with the day.  Not to mention, with all the heavy rains and storms going on earlier this week, today's weather had been extremely well-behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benet &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;seemed very satisfied with the day... and he planned that we, &lt;strong&gt;Student Council members &lt;/strong&gt;go to have a nice dinner at &lt;em&gt;Dynasty Hotel &lt;/em&gt;or somewhere some time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... slightly bruised my right knee after an accident happened while we were dancing... haha...&lt;br /&gt;still hurts... but it's nothing that won't stay for so long.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty tired.. eyes were burning heck lot and just wanted to shut down on me while driving back home... haha....&lt;br /&gt;But I had a great day today... it was fun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112643650835333827?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112643650835333827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112643650835333827' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112643650835333827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112643650835333827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-of-curtin-carnival-2005.html' title='The day of Curtin Carnival 2005'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112628341817392108</id><published>2005-09-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:37:14.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtin Carnival setup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Flashback of Zack in Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Zack-Flashback.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh!! This week had been such a jam-packed week for me!!&lt;br /&gt;as I mentioned to some people before.. it's like, every hour of my days had been filled with something to do or to take care of...&lt;br /&gt;this week had been solely dedicated to prepoare for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Curtin Carnival 2005&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, coming this &lt;strong&gt;Sunday, September 11th&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;Nice day, isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Been having to need to do this, do that... dance practise, venue preparations, meetings here &amp;amp; there, classes, etc... SIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's &lt;strong&gt;Curtin Carnival&lt;/strong&gt;, I feel, is gonna be big and very successful, compared to the past two.&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;Student Council President&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; really worked and planned hard to make this event a very successful one.&lt;br /&gt;he's not only been working hard for this event.. he's also been working hard for everything else in &lt;strong&gt;Curtin &lt;/strong&gt;since he took up the &lt;em&gt;President's seat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;His contribution to make &lt;strong&gt;Curtin &lt;/strong&gt;better is overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;I really find it hard to predict who is going to be able to follow up the role of &lt;em&gt;President &lt;/em&gt;after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Benet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... more things to be done tomorrow, &lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;, a day before the event itself. Venue preparations and some more dance practise.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, let me just explain a little of what this &lt;strong&gt;Curtin Carnival &lt;/strong&gt;is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curtin Carnival &lt;/strong&gt;is an event when clubs and other student organisations open stalls to sell a variety of things, from food to souvenirs to even tattoos. Some of the clubs may even open up a game booth.&lt;br /&gt;To buy the things, you'll need the '&lt;em&gt;Carnival currency&lt;/em&gt;' as it can be considered... small booklets of coupons that are worth RM10 each.&lt;br /&gt;To obtain the booklet, you may look for your respective clubs or student organisations that is participating in this event or look for the &lt;strong&gt;Student Council &lt;/strong&gt;for some. Each booklet cost RM10, no more, no less. (Booklets will be sold on the day itself as well)&lt;br /&gt;Besides just being the '&lt;em&gt;currency&lt;/em&gt;' of the event.. on the cover, there're numbers on it. Tear it off and have it submitted, and you will stand a chance to a Lucky Draw to win great prizes, which includes an &lt;strong&gt;Apple iPod Mini&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Definitely something that I've gotten to know a lot of people who wants that iPod... including myself, actually.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides these stalls, there'll be workshops happening at the same time as well.&lt;br /&gt;This year, two workshops are going to happen. One is about &lt;em&gt;Wireless (LAN) Network&lt;/em&gt; and the other is on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and how to use it effectively for your studies.&lt;br /&gt;This two workshops I'm pretty attracted to... So planning to go for them on the day.&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke sessions are available as well, where it is free of charge to go up and sing.&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, this year, there'll be band performances as well, inconjunction to the &lt;em&gt;Music Fest &lt;/em&gt;that is happening, organised by the &lt;strong&gt;Curtin Music Club&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off such a big event, there'll be an opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;There is of course the uisual specially invited guests, dances to hype things up, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CV! &lt;/strong&gt;is mainly the one taking care of this part of the whole event. Hence all the dance practises we're having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly can't wait to see how everything is going to be on that day. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112628341817392108?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112628341817392108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112628341817392108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112628341817392108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112628341817392108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/curtin-carnival-setup.html' title='Curtin Carnival setup...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112576802444828688</id><published>2005-09-04T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T01:20:24.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Miri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/makotosbestswordsman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew... back in &lt;strong&gt;Miri&lt;/strong&gt;... after one whole week of holiday at &lt;strong&gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;but I'm lazy to update my blog.. hahah! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus... the photos of my trip have not been developed... I think I'll have them developed... scanned... then uploaded online.. and then finally used in my blog entry of that holiday of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just be patient... I doubt it's gonna be that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO much to write about!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh! But bottom line... I'm glad to be back in &lt;strong&gt;Miri&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;back to my home turf...&lt;br /&gt;and back to all my friends back in &lt;strong&gt;Curtin&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only thing that I'm not enjoying about being back in &lt;strong&gt;Miri&lt;/strong&gt;..... is my study... -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT anyway! That's my life! Gotta live with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112576802444828688?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112576802444828688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112576802444828688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112576802444828688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112576802444828688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-in-miri.html' title='Back in Miri...'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112479289593103406</id><published>2005-08-23T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T18:28:15.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Your Psychic Ability?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Got to try a quiz again... interesting one with nice pictures...&lt;br /&gt;not the best... but still entertaining for me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Divi" src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kitty332/1124386271_tionchoice.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Though you probably already know this, you&lt;br /&gt;are a very creative individual. You are able to&lt;br /&gt;see the greatest of creations in even the&lt;br /&gt;littlest of objects and that makes you truly&lt;br /&gt;unique. This world could really use more&lt;br /&gt;artists such as yourself. Since you have such a&lt;br /&gt;strong and broad grasp of what is possible, the&lt;br /&gt;best psychic ability for you would be the&lt;br /&gt;capability to foresee the future:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Divination&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kitty332/quizzes/.:What%20Is%20Your%20Psychic%20Ability?:./"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;.:What Is Your Psychic Ability?:.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112479289593103406?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112479289593103406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112479289593103406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112479289593103406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112479289593103406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-is-your-psychic-ability.html' title='What Is Your Psychic Ability?'/><author><name>Zack_Tiang</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/KidHybrid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8753014.post-112461366312963267</id><published>2005-08-21T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T16:41:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend after the Week..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Auron of Final Fantasy X" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/Final%20Fantasy%20X/Auron-closeup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. my weekend after &lt;strong&gt;Foundation O-Week&lt;/strong&gt;... which was last week...&lt;br /&gt;what a hectic and busy week that was for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;... woke up at 9.30am, but only got off bed one hour later or so... haha...&lt;br /&gt;spent most of my time today getting to know my iPAQ... adding pictures and songs into it....&lt;br /&gt;mainly personalising it... hehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="iPAQ HP 5500 Series Pocket PC" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v431/Zack_TKWei/iPAQ_hp_5500_series_pocket_pc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my &lt;strong&gt;iPAQ&lt;/strong&gt;.... the model is &lt;em&gt;HP 5500 series&lt;/em&gt;... quite a good one too... though the battery is quick to be used up.... but that's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then evening time, got to join &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roger &amp; Kimberley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; out for dinner.... and then to a concert at the &lt;strong&gt;Civic Centre / Dewan Suarah&lt;/strong&gt;... the &lt;strong&gt;Free2Be concert&lt;/strong&gt;... quite an interesting concert honestly... although it was a &lt;em&gt;Christian &lt;/em&gt;sort of concert...&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I'm a &lt;em&gt;Buddhist&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kimberley&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was so worried that I would feel offended... but honestly, I felt that it was good that I got myself exposed to such an event..&lt;br /&gt;plus it was quite fun... cause of the two speakers... haha... hilarious those two...&lt;br /&gt;after the concert, got to eat supper before going back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;... haha... woke up half past noon.. my gosh... haha!&lt;br /&gt;spent time doing one of my dueing assignments... but not much progress.... cause not sure what to do... sigh....&lt;br /&gt;nothing much happened today I supposed... just been online the whole day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh... tomorrow start the usual schooling... sigh... wonder how's it gonna be now.. now that Foundation will be starting their semester as well...&lt;br /&gt;campus is gonna be so noisy with students again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8753014-112461366312963267?l=zacktiang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zacktiang.blogspot.com/feeds/112461366312963267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8753014&amp;postID=112461366312963267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8753014/posts/default/112461366312963267'/><link rel='
