<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='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' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Feb 2012 10:49:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Perfecting the Imperfect</title><description>_____________Clearly, missing you is not enough</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>322</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-7332479371446183298</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T22:06:33.078+08:00</atom:updated><title>Check Yes Juliet</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-mObhJi3BQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-mObhJi3BQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-7332479371446183298?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-yes-juliet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-3680366958166840784</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T11:01:07.567+08:00</atom:updated><title>#334</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SL6ed4iHN1I/AAAAAAAAAxg/TBC0jAbUxlI/s1600-h/wtffff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SL6ed4iHN1I/AAAAAAAAAxg/TBC0jAbUxlI/s400/wtffff.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241801252534695762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. If it's true, seriously. Damn bloody wtf man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit. It was yesterday mind you =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was quite exciting man.&lt;br /&gt;I get to experience a glimpse of "after SPM" feeling. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I sound like a noob. But I would rather keep my freedom for later man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are always eager for things that requires their age limit to be sufficient but they want it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, wait lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't spoil the fun. By the time you're wayy pass the limit, whaz ze farn in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study lah &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fucker&lt;/span&gt; SPM so near, what the hell you reading this blog for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you done done me and you bet I felt it&lt;br /&gt; I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted&lt;br /&gt; I fell right through the cracks&lt;br /&gt; and now I'm trying to get back&lt;br /&gt; Before the cool done run out&lt;br /&gt; I'll be giving it my bestest&lt;br /&gt; Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention&lt;br /&gt; I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-3680366958166840784?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/09/334.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SL6ed4iHN1I/AAAAAAAAAxg/TBC0jAbUxlI/s72-c/wtffff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-8224633221005822537</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Aug 2008 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-31T18:29:21.108+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Back from genting. nth much there. Practically went there cuci mata only.&lt;br /&gt;Things there are fricking expensive lah but what to do?&lt;br /&gt;Heck loads of people there. Wasn't really looking forward to the fireworks. I don't really care about countdown during merdeka. Happy New Year celebrate only nice. Oh OH! I must get myself to genting for Christmas. Since it's gonna be after spm, I really really really wanna get loads of snow spray and partyyy! =D Fake snow, but weather ain't =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaha all talk only lah. But who knows. It's an idea. Can't blame me kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit : reuben already beat me to the idea haha. great minds think alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to study already. I barely studied. Cannot focus lah. Was just too nice to fall asleep there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. Byee. I'm getting lamer. AND Fatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-8224633221005822537?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-genting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-1873627382993762670</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T21:21:52.721+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a name="Minna"&gt;Konnichi wa, Minna-san!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a name="Minna"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a name="Konnichiwa"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;a name="Minna"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Literally means, Hello everyone =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you learned Japanese when you come to my blog! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today studied with yivonne at librabra today. 2 hours then she got bored. wtf. I also not yet bored but she yang tarik me out. Cheh. Went to station one and talk talk talk talk talk. Manda wasn't physically there, but we talked to her too LOL. Then I went back home, left the rotting yiyi there alone. /gg Came back had lunch then helped mum clean the car. Polished the tyres which was black already, made my hands and nails like beggar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yaaa. Erm I will be going to Genting tomorrow. Help mum do some work. And STUDY. Prolly swim for a while. Who know =D dldldl. My old school friend is going there too on a church thingy.&lt;br /&gt;Hurm, see lah who knows might bump into her or find her. I'm really really familiar with genting because I was practically raised there. I rode horses there. Used to that is until they changed everything at the horse ranch. I can be your private tour guide. My number is 1-800-Villi-Mole.&lt;br /&gt;Or ask for Anak Geow LOL. Jobi jobi HAHAHHA. Shut up lah stop laughing esp you jovi. Fak-kau you. &lt;a name="Yappari"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Yappari!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( I knew it) You were gonna laugh. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Another so called good news is, I don't have to go to school next week! I have 11 days off man! Chunted rite? My exams are only on the following week. Which makes me a very very happy kid =D Sigh. I gotta study HARDER man. Stupid stupid stupid exams. I have 1 month to finish off my perdagangan form 4+5. Of course, trials Im pretty much fucked but who's aiming for trials when you have SPM? Yes yes I know that both seriously. But of course, priorities are SPM. Trials is just to jump start ur heart beat and make you have insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I think I changed my msn PM like 5-10 times already today.&lt;br /&gt;Just felt like it lah. &lt;a name="Naze"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="Naze"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cannot? Bite me. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let you learn another word. This time find yourself. And I think, you'd remember it for quite a long time. Google for.... Oppai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blog's new song!&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics /gg darn nice lah. After so long it still is awsum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you can do much better than me&lt;br /&gt;After all the lies that I made you believe&lt;br /&gt;Guilt kicks in and I start to see&lt;br /&gt;The edge of the bed&lt;br /&gt;Where your nightgown used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I told myself I won't miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What it feels like beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I really miss your hair in my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the way your innocence tastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I think you should know this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You deserve much better than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While looking through your old box of notes&lt;br /&gt;I found those pictures I took&lt;br /&gt;That you were looking for&lt;br /&gt;If there's one memory I don't want to lose&lt;br /&gt;That time at the mall&lt;br /&gt;You and me in the dressing room&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I won't miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I remember&lt;br /&gt;What it feels like beside you&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bed I'm lying in is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;Wish I never would've said it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I can't pretend... I won't think about you when I'm older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause we never really had our closure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This can't be the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;I really miss your hair in my face&lt;br /&gt;And the way your innocence tastes&lt;br /&gt;And I think you should know this&lt;br /&gt;You deserve much better than me&lt;br /&gt;(And I think you should know this)&lt;br /&gt;(You deserve much better than me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-1873627382993762670?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/konnichi-wa-minna-san-literally-means.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-5803907465518021132</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 08:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-28T17:09:22.446+08:00</atom:updated><title>Measure measure measure</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZp_GT0J2I/AAAAAAAAAww/txdlKqy_SLg/s1600-h/bra-underware-size-define1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZp_kDcmwI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/YTnDCcSvSM4/s400/bra-underware-size-define5.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239491757222959874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZqShO9PlI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8Og7PjFogSM/s1600-h/bra-underware-size-define6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZqShO9PlI/AAAAAAAAAxY/8Og7PjFogSM/s400/bra-underware-size-define6.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239492082883444306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZpAsCn8WI/AAAAAAAAAwg/f3pa58dge-c/s1600-h/bra-underware-size-define7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZpAsCn8WI/AAAAAAAAAwg/f3pa58dge-c/s400/bra-underware-size-define7.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239490677035233634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZpARbAEZI/AAAAAAAAAwY/s0ECFEwFlHQ/s1600-h/bra-underware-size-define8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZpABqR52I/AAAAAAAAAwI/NUgDn-ZkoxM/s400/bra-underware-size-define10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239490665658836834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I stumbled upon this on a website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it should really really help you. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Ask. Just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a second look, and see the guy's reaction LOL.&lt;br /&gt;After Double Dang, lol. it made me roflmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep scrolling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZo_4bZuHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/rj57NJD1g6k/s1600-h/bra-underware-size-define12.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZo_4bZuHI/AAAAAAAAAwA/rj57NJD1g6k/s400/bra-underware-size-define12.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239490663180515442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN stupid man. HAAHAHHA. ROFL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-5803907465518021132?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/measure-measure-measure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLZp_GT0J2I/AAAAAAAAAww/txdlKqy_SLg/s72-c/bra-underware-size-define1.gif' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-6382387613366295707</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-26T23:58:16.177+08:00</atom:updated><title>Vulnerable</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLQoArOP3EI/AAAAAAAAAv4/G307Qv98tTw/s1600-h/DSC01014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLQoArOP3EI/AAAAAAAAAv4/G307Qv98tTw/s400/DSC01014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238856258606324802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that a song already?&lt;br /&gt;I get a B in originality&lt;br /&gt;And it's true I can't go on without you&lt;br /&gt;Your smile makes me see clear&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see in the mirror what I see&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;newfag here. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-6382387613366295707?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/vulnerable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLQoArOP3EI/AAAAAAAAAv4/G307Qv98tTw/s72-c/DSC01014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-882127867377214949</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Aug 2008 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-25T23:10:39.656+08:00</atom:updated><title>I OFFICIALLY LOVE TO EAT =D</title><description>Hello. I know I know. You must be thinking, another short post? No no. Not this time.&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, my readers are dropping. WHY. Prolly I suck. In everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shall I begin? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I ain't going to school because the usual crap we're gonna face.&lt;br /&gt;Desks for replacement teachers to sit in. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trials, next week man. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;Am focusing on my per-da-gangan and econs. Found some pretty nice books to study with.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna get 5 credits. That should do the trick =D&lt;br /&gt;And get on with life. Work Work Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly the internet is kinda awesum.&lt;br /&gt;Why? It allows you to see how teens from other countries do with their lives.&lt;br /&gt;How? Don't ask me, use the net you dumb-o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am bloody thin =X IDK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week I've been snacking, and eating like how hell is accepting sinners. Non stop. Thanks to my cousin, everywhere go eat eat eat. Oh well, I am planning to have a schedule after spm. Yes, I do plan to will update on that after spm lah kan? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather be thin and not have those six packs. Why? First I am thin-till-teh-bone so if i really really pump on my body, it'll be ugly. Honestly, the rib cage is jutting out and the stomach is like being sucked in. That's just nasty. Hot to some, but personally, I will look like some malnourished african boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide me an empty bowl, and I'll pass the United Nation's food provisions for the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wan bigger arms, that should be enough. My bones are small. T.T whai god whai!&lt;br /&gt;Kno fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday, I went badminton with my cousin at holiday villa.&lt;br /&gt;I sucked at badminton cuz my cousin was an asshole that made me run.&lt;br /&gt;But I fought nicely man, don't play-play. I want a rematch. I'd take you on anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Then after badminton had dinner. Bak Kut Teh. First time wack all.&lt;br /&gt;Hungry like wolf. Eat eat eat eat. Haha. Darn nice lah. Too bad some people can't enjoy bkt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. See yah. Bored. bb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-882127867377214949?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-officially-love-to-eat-d.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-3912867798956462940</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 14:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T22:50:38.579+08:00</atom:updated><title>*fap fap fap*</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;when everyone has to look back&lt;br /&gt;on the things they had done&lt;br /&gt;things that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not regret&lt;br /&gt;But rather just a heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;To experience or feel it again&lt;br /&gt;one last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always a good thing&lt;br /&gt;shows that what we meant was good&lt;br /&gt;and wished it would never end&lt;br /&gt;but reality has it's way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those sharp words that penetrated&lt;br /&gt;though it meant little to others&lt;br /&gt;to us it meant almost everything&lt;br /&gt;held in our tightened fists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much effort and trust&lt;br /&gt;left to drift away&lt;br /&gt;feeling helpless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much we can do&lt;br /&gt;not even a wave&lt;br /&gt;or the expression we hoped for&lt;br /&gt;it sucks but,&lt;br /&gt;what the hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life comes like a wind&lt;br /&gt;and goes before you're&lt;br /&gt;able to get a hold&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;are common&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-3912867798956462940?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/fap-fap-fap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-3791447097805659332</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Aug 2008 10:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-24T18:03:50.530+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLEx9h2YEsI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oIm8JRagqRw/s1600-h/1219572061590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLEx9h2YEsI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oIm8JRagqRw/s400/1219572061590.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238022774736818882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLEx9-9pRII/AAAAAAAAAvw/F1glb5FBy3Y/s1600-h/1219571973214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLEx9-9pRII/AAAAAAAAAvw/F1glb5FBy3Y/s400/1219571973214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238022782551934082" 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/2336345072416479073-3791447097805659332?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SLEx9h2YEsI/AAAAAAAAAvo/oIm8JRagqRw/s72-c/1219572061590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-5471632478182740404</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 15:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-22T23:42:29.494+08:00</atom:updated><title>Summary of my holiday</title><description>Hehe. Hello people =D How are you? Good I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been just busy with tuition and all plus my cousin came. He's staying over. So yeah at least someone to teman me through out the hols. Most of my mornings are filled with tuition which leads to constant spending of cash for food and snacks thus making my wallet cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was an alright one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a pinch of freedom when exam is coming, I think it's a good trade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason why it was okay was,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had friends to teman me. HAHA. Everyday I get to see them. Chun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, went to sunway yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Zohan, which was amusing LOL.&lt;br /&gt;That they allowed such crude humor into Malaysian cinemas.&lt;br /&gt;Either they're failing at their jobs, or they are getting better.&lt;br /&gt;It's Malaysian attitudes lah. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We demand so much of freedom, when given, we say we are not ready or can't handle.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, check it up yourself man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had yogurberry.&lt;br /&gt;Was fun since it was jenn's first time having a taste there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SK7ZtKQyeDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/t3R2rnpu_bU/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SK7ZtKQyeDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/t3R2rnpu_bU/s400/DSC01973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237362786550577202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secocok kan? Yap Liang and Manda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin is 18&lt;br /&gt;Single&lt;br /&gt;State Volleyball player&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SK7ZtEe4YpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9PtUXgFTxZA/s1600-h/DSC01968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SK7ZtEe4YpI/AAAAAAAAAvY/9PtUXgFTxZA/s400/DSC01968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237362784999072402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jenn =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I think most of us had fun, or at least a bit lah.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, no complaints kan? =D&lt;br /&gt;It was more of just a gathering and meeting new friends for Manda, my cousin and Jenn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially broke. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah =D see ya soon.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to those who's trials are coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;I know, short post, but wth. I lazy! Cousin is playing games and I am blogging. How can?! see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SK7ZtMb3MZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/HIUSyHWlpeM/s1600-h/Manda%211456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SK7ZtMb3MZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/HIUSyHWlpeM/s400/Manda%211456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237362787133895058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moar pic of her! Nao!&lt;br /&gt;I kid. It's manda's cousin. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-5471632478182740404?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/summary-of-my-holiday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SK7ZtKQyeDI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/t3R2rnpu_bU/s72-c/DSC01973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-1804827706800543808</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-20T00:51:30.580+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKr5DuGGPoI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QU-0bM68HzE/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKr5DuGGPoI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QU-0bM68HzE/s400/DSC03147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236271359080152706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Darn funny lah my life. ( Long Post. 2 tags 1 daily entry) Do read it's interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at tuition and some days no one teman me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even when my phone is nearly dying ( no batt )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I DO get home, I see tons of messages left unanswered on my desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys and girls. Didn't set to away. My bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. Haha. Even though half of my day was filled with BOREDOM. I find BM tuition more boring than Sejarah. Why? Because you get to hear lecture of BM's Tatabahasa, Ayat Pasif etc which you barely understand and take time to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah typing it out makes me bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I lepak-ed with my cousin after tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched movie which I insist on not elaborating. It gives me the chills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurm then went around USJ 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, my future computer must be awesome. Must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. Yiyi's coming with me to tuition. Finally someone to teman me =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad that she wants to NOT rot at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh okay. Time for tags to be done =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 fakta tentang saya:&lt;br /&gt;1. ber-mole&lt;br /&gt;2 .setia&lt;br /&gt;3. pelawak&lt;br /&gt;4. cinta orang terdekat saya&lt;br /&gt;5. senang utk disayangi&lt;br /&gt;6. miang&lt;br /&gt;7. kurus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 perkara yang menakutkan saya:&lt;br /&gt;1 .hantu&lt;br /&gt;2. pekara buruk yg berlaku&lt;br /&gt;3. kehilangan ahli keluarga atau kawan&lt;br /&gt;4. putus cinta&lt;br /&gt;5. tuition&lt;br /&gt;6. spm&lt;br /&gt;7. mengecewakan orang yg dikasihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 lagu buat masa sekarang:&lt;br /&gt;1. PORTAL - STILL ALIVE&lt;br /&gt;2. Wondergirls - Tell Me&lt;br /&gt;3. Check Yes Juliet - We the Kings&lt;br /&gt;4. Newfound Glory - Hold My Hand&lt;br /&gt;5. Newfound Glory - Kiss Me&lt;br /&gt;6. Mariah Carey - Touch My body&lt;br /&gt;7. Eminem's songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 perkara yang selalu saya sebut:&lt;br /&gt;1. Fuck you&lt;br /&gt;2. Beach&lt;br /&gt;3. Asshole&lt;br /&gt;4. Eh, what's her name?&lt;br /&gt;5. DA*LAP!&lt;br /&gt;6. You know her?&lt;br /&gt;7. Later lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 perkara yang amat bernilai:&lt;br /&gt;1.life&lt;br /&gt;2.keluarga&lt;br /&gt;3.hp&lt;br /&gt;4.computer&lt;br /&gt;5.kawan&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 kali pertama dalam hidup saya: (this year for Villi)&lt;br /&gt;1. Having spm this year&lt;br /&gt;2. First gf&lt;br /&gt;3. First break up&lt;br /&gt;4. First time went to church after few years&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 orang yang bertuah:&lt;br /&gt;1.whoever&lt;br /&gt;2.i&lt;br /&gt;3.tag&lt;br /&gt;4.they&lt;br /&gt;5.wont&lt;br /&gt;6.do&lt;br /&gt;7.for sure =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from Denise. Hope you don't mind. There's one part that intrigued me most. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yivonne. I tag you =D&lt;br /&gt;Jenn I tag you =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gluttony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you think you eat more than you should? Yes. In fact I'm so skinny it makes my "part" bigger than the rest. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your favorite meal? Currently? Butter Prawns HOMH!&lt;br /&gt;3. What did you have for dinner today (or yesterday)? Today was nasi goreng kampung&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite dessert? homg. lychee, those canned ones.&lt;br /&gt;5. Can you cook well? Egg, maggi, rice, sup.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you a fruit or veggie person?  fruit. apples =D yum&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your favorite restaurant to go to?  Mandy's at summit. Beside sushi king&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you feel comfortable with your weight? Yes. 58kg.&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you vegetarian or vegan? nil&lt;br /&gt;10. Describe your normal eating habits. Read comics while eating. or watch tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How much do you find yourself thinking about sex? Hurm, when horny?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a virgin? Depends. LOL. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;3. If not, who did you lose your virginity to and when? - shall not reveal.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you believe you should be in love to have sex? Yes spiritually but moral wise no.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever cheated on your significant other? No, never will.&lt;br /&gt;6. What's the first thing you look for in a boy/girl? Cuteness and Hair =D&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you have any special fantasies? Got. S&amp;amp;M LOL KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you been in lust more than love? Honestly? Lust.&lt;br /&gt;9. Would you have sex with more than one person? Hurm, not yet experience one on one how to say?&lt;br /&gt;10. Who have you lust for? wau, duwan answer. bahaya sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you want more than anything right now?  To focus my ass on SPM&lt;br /&gt;2. Does money play an important part of your life?  YES. Technically the world we live in, it has to.&lt;br /&gt;3. What are your goals for the future?  Be a useful person, and live a happy life&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think money is more important than love? Love can hurt you anytime. Money can't&lt;br /&gt;5. I f you were given one million dollars right now, what would you do with it? Invest 30%, save the rest.&lt;br /&gt;6. Has anyone ever called you spoiled or greedy? No =D&lt;br /&gt;7. Do your parents have a lot of money? I'm not that sure.&lt;br /&gt;8. How much money do you spend in one week? Depends but normally, around 50 and below.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do/would you share with people that are less fortunate?  Yes of course. But honestly I'd get uncomfortable at first, but I adapt well.&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever robbed someone?  Hurm, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sloth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Have many people called you lazy? Everyone&lt;br /&gt;2. How much sleep do you get at night? min 6 hours a day MUST.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you often take naps in the middle of the day? Before tuition&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the most depressing time of your life? Breaking up or continuous tuition LOL.&lt;br /&gt;5. What is the best way to relax?  Just hanging out with friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;6. Would you consider yourself more of a follower or leader?  A LAZY LEADER&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you consider yourself a caring person?  Yes&lt;br /&gt;8. What time do you go to bed at night? 12.30am&lt;br /&gt;9. What do you waste most of your time doing?  Playing computer&lt;br /&gt;10. Would you rather go out somewhere or stay home? At home. The internet is an amazing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who was the last person you were upset with? Someone. I'd rather not say.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the meanest thing you’ve ever done to someone? Meanest? Pushing that someone away and closed myself up&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you hate anyone? No&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you angry a lot? No&lt;br /&gt;5. What was the last thing that made you mad? Gossips&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever been in a physical fight with someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;7. Has there been a time that you wanted to seek revenge? yes&lt;br /&gt;8. What is your biggest pet peeve? Biggest irritation? My younger sister's toys.&lt;br /&gt;9. How do you express your anger and frustration? By blogging it out and cursing&lt;br /&gt;10. Is it easy for you to forgive? I tend to forget accidentally, and then just forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Envy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you most jealous of?  Sometimes. When others have their other half around them.&lt;br /&gt;2. What is something you want that your best friend has? Her brains HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;3. What is one thing you think you are lacking in life? Discipline&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think of yourself as an envious person? Not really.&lt;br /&gt;5. How would you consider yourself lucky? Very.&lt;br /&gt;6. Unlucky? Very.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever felt sorry for yourself? Once, but I got over it. It's just gay.&lt;br /&gt;8. Overall, do you think you have everything you need? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there anyone that has been envious of you?  Doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you want a better life than what you have? No need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your best physical feature? My arms. HAHA. *flex flex flex* bangga lah sial.&lt;br /&gt;2. What do you like most about your personality? I'll let my friends do the talking =D&lt;br /&gt;3. How much time do you take to get ready in the morning? If rushing, 10 mins. 30 mins likewise&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you wear a lot of make-up? No&lt;br /&gt;5. How often do you go shopping? Once every few months.&lt;br /&gt;7. Would you ever like to be a model?  That'd be nice.&lt;br /&gt;8. What could be improved about your body? Six packs.&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you think that you’re better than others? Not really. I have my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;10. What is your most embarrassing moment? Can't remember. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well =D see ya peeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-1804827706800543808?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/jenn-d-thursday-it-is-d-lol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKr5DuGGPoI/AAAAAAAAAvI/QU-0bM68HzE/s72-c/DSC03147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-9080096778119979120</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 16:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T00:49:39.292+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmn6MStDRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/glXW5Ku-g3w/s1600-h/100_2153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmn6MStDRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/glXW5Ku-g3w/s400/100_2153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235900659968838930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pics show a different thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the story's different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav song. Kinda nice =D Eminem - Mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmktTZTTVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/9QIkRiWRTpY/s1600-h/DSC01948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmktTZTTVI/AAAAAAAAAu4/9QIkRiWRTpY/s400/DSC01948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235897140002377042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now&lt;br /&gt;But hey, what daddy always tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Straighten up little soldier&lt;br /&gt;Stiffen up that upper lip&lt;br /&gt;What you crying about?&lt;br /&gt;You got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmkhoxtpLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/QDuNAyURUEM/s1600-h/DSC01956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmkhoxtpLI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/QDuNAyURUEM/s400/DSC01956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235896939583481010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had&lt;br /&gt;I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you're scared, I ain't there?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's with you in your prayers&lt;br /&gt;No more crying, wipe them tears&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's here, no more nightmares&lt;br /&gt;We gonna pull together through it, we gonna do it&lt;br /&gt;Lainie uncle's crazy, aint he?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it&lt;br /&gt;We're all we got in this world&lt;br /&gt;When it spins, when it swirls&lt;br /&gt;When it whirls, when it twirls&lt;br /&gt;Two little beautiful girls&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' puzzled, in a daze&lt;br /&gt;I know it's confusing you&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's always on the move, mamma's always on the news&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems&lt;br /&gt;The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me&lt;br /&gt;All the things growing up as daddy that he had to see&lt;br /&gt;Daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did&lt;br /&gt;We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me&lt;br /&gt;But things have got so bad between us&lt;br /&gt;I don't see us ever being together ever again&lt;br /&gt;Like we used to be when we was teenagers&lt;br /&gt;But then of course everything always happens for a reason&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was never meant to be&lt;br /&gt;But it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is&lt;br /&gt;But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmkiDZINnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/HiXW70X_hyc/s1600-h/DSC01888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmkiDZINnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/HiXW70X_hyc/s400/DSC01888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235896946728121970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, hush little baby, don't you cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything's gonna be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I told ya, Daddy's here to hold ya, through the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know Mommy's not here right now, and we don't know why, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We feel how we feel inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I promise, Mama's gon be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmkirrPfFI/AAAAAAAAAug/kDLwdc-gZE8/s1600-h/Manda%211340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmkirrPfFI/AAAAAAAAAug/kDLwdc-gZE8/s400/Manda%211340.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235896957541514322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's funny&lt;br /&gt;I remember back when you and daddy had no money&lt;br /&gt;Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up&lt;br /&gt;And stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz daddy couldn't buy 'em&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying&lt;br /&gt;Cuz daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job&lt;br /&gt;But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom&lt;br /&gt;And at the time every house that we lived in&lt;br /&gt;Either kept getting broken into and robbed&lt;br /&gt;Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar&lt;br /&gt;Trying to start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college&lt;br /&gt;Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it&lt;br /&gt;And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma's heart&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back&lt;br /&gt;Onto Chalmers in a flat one bedroom apartment&lt;br /&gt;And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara&lt;br /&gt;And that's when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre&lt;br /&gt;And flew you and momma out to see me&lt;br /&gt;But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me&lt;br /&gt;Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didn't like it&lt;br /&gt;And you and Lainnie were to young to understand it&lt;br /&gt;That Papa was a rollin' stone, momma developed a habit&lt;br /&gt;And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sittin in this empty house, just reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out&lt;br /&gt;To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here&lt;br /&gt;Lainie I'm talkin' to you too, daddy's still here&lt;br /&gt;I like the sound of that, yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's got a ring to it don't it?&lt;br /&gt;Shh, momma's only gone for the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmkinuIVlI/AAAAAAAAAuo/biM5mxYkYZ0/s1600-h/DSC01947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmkinuIVlI/AAAAAAAAAuo/biM5mxYkYZ0/s400/DSC01947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235896956479886930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial;"&gt;And if you ask me too&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird&lt;br /&gt;I'mma give you the world&lt;br /&gt;I'mma buy a diamond ring for you&lt;br /&gt;I'mma sing for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything for you to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine&lt;br /&gt;I'mma break that birdies neck&lt;br /&gt;I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya&lt;br /&gt;And make him eat every carat don't fuck with dad (haha)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmki5208GI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VzCcoWonVmU/s1600-h/DSC01937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmki5208GI/AAAAAAAAAuw/VzCcoWonVmU/s400/DSC01937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235896961348202594" 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/2336345072416479073-9080096778119979120?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-i-know-sometimes-things-may-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKmn6MStDRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/glXW5Ku-g3w/s72-c/100_2153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-8876815178016890361</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-17T21:46:49.230+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Rawrr. Helo. My day was good actually. Hurm, had tuition whole morning which was, boring nothing more. Sejarah was okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I elaborate? Very fun? That'd be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you my days are gonna pass as crash courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least half of it was well spent TODAY =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went summit for lunch with mum and thu hoong the bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch, but guess who we saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TVB's Heart Of Greed cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know their names, but I know some lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually kinda chunted to see them LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and th went back to tuition for an other 2 and a half hours of wasting time. So called lah. Hurm, after tuition I met up with Manda =P and her cousin, Wei Yi =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lepaked at starbucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw many familiar faces there for some reason idk why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's how my life goes lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo. Dissapointed neh. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-8876815178016890361?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/rawrr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-8323748066963635116</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T23:37:04.437+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I have the urge to, shower, take a dump, sleep, blog, piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5D is the best class ever. And I regret not being in there. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least to me lah.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's so...cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be right back kay! The night's still young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Thiru, you da bomb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-8323748066963635116?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-urge-to-shower-take-dump-sleep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-9085552167557298070</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 17:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T01:31:03.017+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I realized, I am either the bomb at giving advices, or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WORST. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I make people frown more than they smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, I think at the end kan, everyone's satisfied don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK la NOT ENTIRELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to smile enuf already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sorry if my advices don't work out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz it's either lack of "experience"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or I bantai like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but technically it's logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everyone can agree kan? Either way their answers are always convincing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya.....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" O......?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry the line's breaking up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Uhm....?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn. I hate the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously gonna die. Not forgetting normal tuition. Cheh.&lt;br /&gt;9-3.30&lt;br /&gt;9-3.30&lt;br /&gt;9-3.30 Fever&lt;br /&gt;9-3.30 Fever&lt;br /&gt;9-3.30 Fever&lt;br /&gt;9-3.30&lt;br /&gt;9-3.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look! I can already tell when imma fall sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody say Dejavu please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! I have someone to teman me thru it! =D&lt;br /&gt;I hope, daily. T.T Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Still, every second closes, I am seriously, really regretting holidays are here.&lt;br /&gt;The hours oh my god. I can't stand it. Let me bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;Because I want to. BLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKW41Ah9cWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/niNuSc5QmXM/s1600-h/Desktop+Background.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKW41Ah9cWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/niNuSc5QmXM/s400/Desktop+Background.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234793362703085922" 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/2336345072416479073-9085552167557298070?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-realized-i-am-either-bomb-at-giving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKW41Ah9cWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/niNuSc5QmXM/s72-c/Desktop+Background.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-37288149774565297</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-15T00:22:20.155+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Heh. I really am wondering, who are these few people that still visits my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, there are like 10-12 ppl including you =) that come everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's so nice hor? My blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant Updates? Constant controversies? Either way, it's definitely attracting people. Mind you they're the same people, just different timing. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, school's completely boring.&lt;br /&gt;Syllabus is done.&lt;br /&gt;Bm teacher is sick or, idk.&lt;br /&gt;SENI, please lah. Over. Done. Finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be a lifeless week. Like for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffer man. I'm gonna fricking hate it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Damm.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Just passed by a mili-second away from getting the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. And I didn't manage to sign in to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrrrrrr. Now my night is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Few days like this more.&lt;br /&gt;Bahhh. I really wanna go to church now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church seems like a pretty good escape for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I promise myself, I will revise hard. Revise very hard on Sejarah. As much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ididn'tknowitwasthisdifficult&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/2336345072416479073-37288149774565297?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/heh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-5578263357977850919</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Aug 2008 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T21:53:27.334+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Quoted on &lt;a href="http://www.shoutwire.com/comments/184916/Supranatural_Science_To_Die_at_The_Podium_of_Heathens/page/2"&gt;Shoutwire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Finally, yes an adherent of Religion can actually do “good” deeds. Of course they are capable of that, just like every other human. You gave an example that Islam asks you to pray 5 times a day, give a certain percentage of your fortune to help the poor etc. It all sounds good, but what about the way Islam treats the gays? God punished them by death according to stories in the Quran. What about the way Islam treats religions that are not monotheistic? Pagans are requested to convert, or die. What about the way Islam punishes pre-marital sex or extra-marital sex? If you have premarital sex you are to be to receive hundreds of lashes, and if you have extramarital sex you are to be punished by death. At this day and age, none of these religious laws fit the consensus, and should be dismissed entirely. When Religious people finally stop taking their Religion as the absolute truth, and finally accept to move beyond those laws, and choose what is acceptable and what is not, is exactly the point where Religion ceases to be a religion, and becomes the secular law we have today.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Quite true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-5578263357977850919?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/quoted-on-shoutwire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-5084384156645654436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T00:11:54.331+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Well, what should I blog huh? My day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Monday, was kinda chunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home and online-d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone greeted me out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was C, (she) a friend introduced to me by someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me like any normal person would until.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She decided to tell me a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was fricking &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But totally cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's still a secret, don't think you readers have to know kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty ironic that people demand for better "understanding" about society yet, when they do receive that better "understanding" they feel all awkward like a hermit crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally blushed when the things I asked based on a dare, and it does happen, and I'll react the total opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Funny things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And may I present to you the jokers of my class. Including me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without them, usually I get emo, and I approach the knife.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;nah i'm just kidding. =D ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxx_LuenI/AAAAAAAAAtc/y-dqAFUJd_o/s1600-h/DSC01867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxx_LuenI/AAAAAAAAAtc/y-dqAFUJd_o/s400/DSC01867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233659714313550450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxyNtjniI/AAAAAAAAAtk/zu1wfIYMRsk/s1600-h/DSC01880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxyNtjniI/AAAAAAAAAtk/zu1wfIYMRsk/s400/DSC01880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233659718213541410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxyDV6LGI/AAAAAAAAAts/DTYVmZESh6U/s1600-h/DSC01885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxyDV6LGI/AAAAAAAAAts/DTYVmZESh6U/s400/DSC01885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233659715430001762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxyXl6p5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Ak7SjHWtrNg/s1600-h/IMG4917A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxyXl6p5I/AAAAAAAAAt0/Ak7SjHWtrNg/s400/IMG4917A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233659720865851282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                      |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                     |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxyh_V9OI/AAAAAAAAAt8/qSI8KuTjM1U/s1600-h/IMG4946A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxyh_V9OI/AAAAAAAAAt8/qSI8KuTjM1U/s400/IMG4946A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233659723656852706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say i love them.&lt;br /&gt;cuz.. they're not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA KIDDING LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them. Kay? Happy? LOL oh well.&lt;br /&gt;They cheer me up most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually they belanja me or I belanja them.&lt;br /&gt;Depending on who emo most on a certain day. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still =D Without them, there's no point of bringing money to eat without sharing kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ps. they still owe me money! T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-5084384156645654436?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/well-what-should-i-blog-huh-my-day-so.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SNe_udszubg/SKGxx_LuenI/AAAAAAAAAtc/y-dqAFUJd_o/s72-c/DSC01867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-3993481327743923785</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-12T00:19:14.775+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Changed blog skin. Isn't it pretty? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon it and I like it. Nites. blog tomorroes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-3993481327743923785?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/changed-blog-skin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-8016007607892592111</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2008 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-09T23:51:01.910+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-8016007607892592111?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/lies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-4572606881017388707</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T23:56:42.733+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Oh well. I believe everyone's got the lazy bug to blog kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Me too. Previous post was all copy and paste &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Har Har Har&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how's everyone?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure everyone is alright-kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I so called "played" under the rain while walking back from home. She said she got soaking wet as well. Luckily my phone is safe. Bag soaking wet, books not. Why lah. But I reached home safe and sound. Had real late dinner. KFC. Dad was busy. Had the house nearly whole day to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one thing's for sure I'm getting bloody sick of Christine Glass's - My Love will get you home song. It's played every time one Astro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Anyways, alot of people are changing around me. Some already, some just. I don't know really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I can't wait for high school to be over. But I do enjoy it lately cuz I get to spend time with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hoping that recess was a way bit longer or that you don't have to go back so fast after 1.05pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or like today, sama-sama got soaking wet just for a few minutes longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be with &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, I'm absolutely looking forward for Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;And so does she! I've got loads planned out d but of course we could do nothing and just sit somewhere. I wouldn't mind that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt it be nice if we could wake up&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when the day is new&lt;br /&gt;And after having spent the day together&lt;br /&gt;Hold each other close the whole night through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I love you my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Zippo&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-4572606881017388707?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-well.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-4955479727813191309</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T22:29:44.226+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;h1 id="story_title"&gt;Teachers should not act like hooligans&lt;/h1&gt;                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I FEEL so sorry for the kid who has to sit on the floor and do his work in front of his classmates as highlighted in the letter “&lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2008/8/5/focus/21996253&amp;amp;sec=focus" target="on_top"&gt;Understand pupils’ woes, not just punish them excessively&lt;/a&gt;” (&lt;i&gt;The Star&lt;/i&gt;, Aug 5).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First of all, I would like to express my disappoint with teachers nowadays. Quite a number of them don’t seem to understand or even try to understand that each kid is different.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They must have chosen the wrong career or are simply doing it for their monthly wages. I say this because I believe most teachers are parents, so why do some of them react in such a manner?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have heard complaints from students that some teachers actually tell the rest of the class not to be friendly with students who make mistakes. This really kills their self-esteem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Come on, teachers, is that how you teach your kids at home? There is no perfect kid. How would you feel if other kids embarrass your kid? I am sure you love your kids very much no matter how naughty they are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As mentioned by the writer, please take into consideration that not all kids are fortunate enough to have come from a perfect home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At PIBG, parents voice their concern but somehow the principal and teachers continue to do what they want. We all agree that not all the kids and parents are right all the time but take into consideration what is being said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We receive complaints that pupils get knocked on the heads with dusters, are pinched or have books flung at them. What if the book hits the eye? Will the teachers be held responsible? This sort of action is bordering on hooliganism.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Teaching is a very noble profession and all students should be given the same attention, regardless of parental status, race or religion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-4955479727813191309?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-should-not-act-like-hooligans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-9193069457729645436</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 06:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T14:26:54.073+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>WILL BLOG ABOUT SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come back later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already a draft. Come back later!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about teachers in today's society.&lt;br /&gt;It just came to my mind. And kebetulan, I have a "say" from the Star newspaper to help guide me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-9193069457729645436?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-blog-about-something.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-6280819382818071552</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-04T23:05:09.776+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SNe_udszubg/SJcVUJ8FC8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/8mknJnK4DWU/s1600-h/1217860795958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SNe_udszubg/SJcVUJ8FC8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/8mknJnK4DWU/s400/1217860795958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230672928223595458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOUOUT BITCHREDCARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, Hello fellow bloggers, readers, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I blogged rite?&lt;br /&gt;You could say it's a long time since, I blog almost daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the numbers of readers are still rising. That's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to change my music alot now.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of having the same music everytime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Anyways, Mummy if you read this overrrr there, I'm planning to go out this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you know with who already.&lt;br /&gt;How's the weather there? Kena tipu again? Not that cold?&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I filled up the water for the fish, sweep the berak already.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's doing the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, saturdayyy hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Mwa, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. Will blog when I have the mood again =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Miss call her again, see lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll fucking hunt you.&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/2336345072416479073-6280819382818071552?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/youout-bitchredcard-well-hello-fellow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SNe_udszubg/SJcVUJ8FC8I/AAAAAAAAAtM/8mknJnK4DWU/s72-c/1217860795958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2336345072416479073.post-3263963951278337834</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T00:19:44.910+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Had a dream. Just now as I slept during the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;It was about something I wanted but not as a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Complicated much? = /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need anger.&lt;br /&gt;To make things easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with family who's going to Australia for the next few days. ### days perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;So house is mine on several days. Dad's gonna be here some days, and the other some is at Genting.&lt;br /&gt;Rawr, have to wake up early, feed the dogs, do laundry, but HOME ALONE =D&lt;br /&gt;With my hp, astro, DVDs, air cond all to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nth much really. I can expect a pretty-back-to boredom life PLUS studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post has been idle since a couple of hours ago. I've really got nothing to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2336345072416479073-3263963951278337834?l=wtflyingfish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://wtflyingfish.blogspot.com/2008/08/had-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Villi G.)</author></item></channel></rss>
