<?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-6949949129917909560</id><updated>2011-10-05T05:30:01.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My World, My Game</title><subtitle type='html'>Life's like a game, either u be the player or being played.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-6866988283163703308</id><published>2010-05-05T15:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T15:49:56.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im all yours</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Will she understand that im all hers&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;br /&gt;but i guess not.... Cuz people all around thinking im not the guy.... Talking stories of me, bad about me, trash about me, ass about me, mess around me, even sometimes the pimple that's on me; A player i can be, and how ass i will be. somehow I've virtually became the guy they all thought off... without even realizing it... but they don't know me. They never do.... Cuz i never tell them the story, and they will never know me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can people judge me behind my back? yes they can, cuz there is no rules to rumors and back stabbings. But shall i take it. Shall i be the one that they talk of me.. or make a living out of proving them wrong. No, i just want to be me... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be sad for all these. I should be happy because im famous. Thinking positive makes my lifespan longer.... ;)&lt;br /&gt;And i dont want to explain myself to them, cuz i know ppl only want to hear what they want to. And they will not accept what they dont believe is true. I think its quite true of the saying..... so i just live with it, knowing that now my heart is breaking... but i keep taking whatever is on me.... keeping all to myself..... Crying inside but fake a smile on the outside whenever ppl sees me. Cuz i know im surrounded by actor and actresses... Everyone with a mask covering their true faces... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i dont want to mask it in front of you. I want to smile whenever i want to, not because i have to.. &lt;br /&gt;I want to cry in front of you.. &lt;br /&gt;i want to be sad in front of you.... &lt;br /&gt;I want to be angry in front of you.. &lt;br /&gt;and i want to be happy when I'm with u..&lt;br /&gt;I want u to love the true me for who i am and not what others say of me...&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to know them, but all i want is You. I want the true you... i want u without your mask.. i want to love you for who u really are. &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me, and u will always be my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt;~ ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-6866988283163703308?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/6866988283163703308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=6866988283163703308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/6866988283163703308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/6866988283163703308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2010/05/will-she.html' title='im all yours'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-794463881172734232</id><published>2010-04-28T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:48:52.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>This is definitely not a good time to blog, but... Just wanna say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love u too much~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to my text books.. :)&lt;br /&gt;U really distract me sometimes... Not a good time my friend ;)  &lt;br /&gt;But me Like.. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-794463881172734232?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/794463881172734232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=794463881172734232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/794463881172734232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/794463881172734232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-324973134820083438</id><published>2010-04-13T19:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:54:01.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You~</title><content type='html'>Well,  &lt;br /&gt;i may not be good at words, sometimes..  Not gifted with with the charming face. Maybe not that romantic like those in the movies... Or maybe blessed with everything in this world to share it with you. &lt;br /&gt;But all i have is this love, this one love. And if anyone would to deserve this piece of love, it would be you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not know each other. but i would take this time, and this opportunity i have, to slowly grow into you. I felt something special in you at first sight, and i wanna give it a try. To explore this magical world of yours.. Maybe i'm being dumb enough to not knowing the consequences of my actions now, but i treasure every moments that we have together.. Although i'm not sure if there's an ending to it. But i hope to see your smile every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that your smile will not fade away in my heart~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be on my mind.. i love you from the start, and that is more than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweetie, smile. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-324973134820083438?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/324973134820083438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=324973134820083438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/324973134820083438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/324973134820083438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2010/04/to-you.html' title='To You~'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-6893461703601962067</id><published>2010-04-11T18:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:57:16.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to tell that She is into You?</title><content type='html'>First of all, I'm seeking for advise in this post, not giving solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there was i, being kinda random at this moment... but since i have no place to share this, might as well put it in my blog and hopefully Jesus will read my post. Always being the tough ones, i, sometimes have to bow down and seek for answers... so The question is how do you know that She is into You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was Saturday night, i called her to fix us a date... Or maybe not that straightforward. I told her she could call some friends if she want to. But in the end, it was just the 2 of us being present.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a splendid moment before that, or maybe its just me... Although its been the first time I've ever went out with that girl, solo before.. It is quite an awkward, but kinda romantic, humor and cute moment, at one point... We watched a movie at a shopping mall and i remember the movie was 12 midnight. We couldn't get the chance to watch some horror movie (u know what i mean, guys love to show their manly hood by proving that they have no fears and they could lend their shoulders to the girl to hide behind when the scary part comes in.) Anyway plan ruined.... all tickets were fully booked.. and i personally don't like horror stuffs, so i think i kinda suck at bringing girls for movie on a date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't consider a date if you ask me... but it really seems like one.... Cuz we were alone at that moment... just the 2 of us. But we never really hold hands or hug... I don't think i have the guts to do so. Usually guys takes the initiative to take the first move. Guess i just need more time to sort out my feelings for her or from her... maybe its all just a misunderstanding and shes being nice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there were we, after the movie.. we went for supper.. Cuz i was told that she hadn't had dinner before she came..  Well, this is a good opportunity for me to actually get to spend more time with her than just fetching her back and say "bye". So yeah, i took her to a Mamak place and we had supper... Well, im the one having, she was never really hungry. Or maybe the Shisha is more interesting than foods to her.. So we went there and meet up with her friends, settle down and yeah.. chill out...  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special going on it seems, just few of us.. chilling out, till 3 in the morning and then its time for us to take a leave. Something funny happened back there when we were leaving... I mean us, not inclusive of her friends.   Somehow deep down inside, i got have this feeling that, although I've never been with her or know her for long.. But its just that, i trust her... So... yeah something happened.... and it was damn hilarious. She was ok with it, just sucked  a little at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so it was bout 3 something when we reached her house...&lt;br /&gt;Park outside of one of her neighbors' house.. and we dared each other to stay in the car and chit chat till morning. So we chat and chat, somehow i can sense that shes getting tired, and im getting tired, mentally.. Physically active and awake... I tried to tell her how i feel about her, but i don't think it works this way on her. Maybe I'm being too emotional as i seldom does in front of other girls. And so, constantly I've been trying to change the subject when time turns awkward for the both of us. She is actually quite dumb to fall for that. Or i must say I'm the smart one. ;)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, verbally, i failed. So at some point i wanna show my feelings through expressions and physical. But i think this is the dumbest thing i have ever done. So the whole time I've been trying and trying... maybe not all the time, we shared some stories too at that time. And all these happened in my car, can u imagine that? = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never done that in my hole entire life b4.. I mean, yeah I've tried not sleeping, but right after what i was doing.. i literally fainted like a dead corps. But after going through the moment, i actually was not tired at all. And amazingly i felt great and energetic after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end. But it haven't reach the Ends end yet.. There is still a turning point there, just that i haven't reach that point yet. Or maybe i had passed the point and is really heading for the End.... But deep down in my mind, i know i've tried my best. and now, I think I'm planning to give up on her.. its not worth putting efforts on when i think back all the words that she said. Maybe things are not what it seems. Maybe she hinted me on something, but I'm just not thinking hard enough.... Its just like a virtual battlefield. Pushing your mind powers to the edge of a cliff; im trying my best. but somehow it seems i sucked at being that Me that night.  Trying to win this war is not easy, and backing down is one of my options. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, help me please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-6893461703601962067?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/6893461703601962067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=6893461703601962067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/6893461703601962067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/6893461703601962067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-to-tell-that.html' title='how to tell that She is into You?'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-8751505472341784922</id><published>2010-04-06T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T00:56:36.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 main factors in life that one should HAVE</title><content type='html'>People, i know its kinda sudden to hop back into this blog, but i suddenly has this inspiration in me to share this wonderful discovery in life.... which, probably most of u had already known of. (Be optimist!!!!) &lt;br /&gt;No, non of u out there know about it!! yeah thats right...!!! So listen up... and give yourself 5.30 minutes for this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People... the Great 2 words..... "Dream" and "Believe..."  okay, maybe i shouldn't mention the 2 at the beginning of my post. That way, at least i can still retain half of my readers out there to actually continue reading the remaining half of this post. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad, once written consider sold ;)    So people.... &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever........&lt;br /&gt;no thats not how the way i want to start my long speech like the millions of people out there... well, i'll start off with me, myself as a subject. I am a big dreamer. Dreamer who dreams big, and also sometimes a Day dreamer... Which, satisfied my first factor of the "to have" in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always say dream and u will achieve... well, people... bull shit... i dream of everything in life.... but what if im a coward to actually do those things.... so theory proven wrong.. back to mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dream is important, it gives u a way.. a path to walk on... a direction.... so that u now where u are actually heading when doing something. With this dream, u can actually do many things. Imagine you, without a dream... will you on your computer everyday search for blogs to read, facebook and see whether any new friends out there.. or google some things that u want to know... or to read a news regarding something that had happened?  All these starts off with a dream, it may be a small dream. But without it, will all of these actually happened? &lt;br /&gt;u will probably just be thinking that all the blogs in the world wont interest you, or if there is, u will have already read before. The rest are bull shits and annoying talks about people talking bout their lives....  Or in facebook, the same old friends are always there. no one would actually realize me out there. So why bother to open it? its just like every usual day where u sign in, see the news feed, "nothing new...", then alt + f4.... Okay, dont want to stress too much on this. The fact is, when u actually dream, even if its a tinny tiny dream, u would actually take the initiative to start something in life.... cuz u believe that something is out there that is waiting for u to accomplish.....! like the facebook thing, u believe that something is out there... so u would log on, browse this browse that, and walla~~~ a pretty picture in one of your friends friendlist just waiting for you to add!!!   HaHa... Thats me, don't know bout you guys... ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with a Dream, everything starts... Easy rite??!! Just like a snap of a finger! :)   and whats NEXT? "Believe.."  Believe is how u keep things going with how u dream off it... How many of you out there would actually believe? maybe some, maybe not.. I shall give a real life example of me in my daily lives.... one day i was playing basketball with my friends out there..... So there was "Dickhead", he passed me this ball and, in the split of a second, i have 2 choices... pass it out or take the shot... Now, how many of you out there would actually take the shot? (Honestly, not as in jsut take it without thinking of the consequences) well.. certiris paribus.... (which means taking all other factor into constant in Economics terms) the person marking you is nowhere near you, and by right u should take the shot at that time.... well, i take the shot, jsut because i have to... and not because i want to... And with the thought of letting Faith or Jesus show me my future... :) cuz deep down i know i cant make the shot, i was never a shooter.. just a lucky guy who sometimes manage to 'luck' my balls in.... So, pomm!!! the ball did not enter. Well, thats the whole story.   If i would have believed in me, took the shot like i usually did when i was practicing... with the use every single fiber in my muscles to shoot that bloody ball.. and of a 101% of my concentrations, and taking out everything that i was thinking at that moment, and focusing on the strength and directions... wind: altitude 85 degrees to east e.g.... and the hair flipped to the right side, clearing the sweat that is hanging on the end of my hair..... (actually looks kinda cool in slow-mo. U know, like those in the movies) giving me just the right vision to take the shoot.... and with that One breath.... the ball Might have entered.... or I would fail without hesitations :) &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Well, do correct me but.. all of those bullshits i said before i make the shot. All of it, will it happen if i wouldn't have believed in myself? if i wouldn't believe in myself, like what i did, i would just shoot a random ball and hoping it would go through the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people... try to visualize and analyze what these 2 word actually means and then try to apply them into your daily lives... even if it is offing the monitor just for 5 seconds and open the dusty window to have some fresh air... or take a jog out in the park (even if u have never done it before.. just believe that u can and dream that what u are doing outside is actually perfectly normal and fine) Dont sue me if something unexpected happened. u nvr dream about it... ur fault :( &lt;br /&gt;Haha...im sure it would make you feel much better..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my daddy said so :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-8751505472341784922?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8751505472341784922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=8751505472341784922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/8751505472341784922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/8751505472341784922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-main-factors-in-life-that-one-should.html' title='2 main factors in life that one should HAVE'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-7868389968561272701</id><published>2010-01-01T23:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T23:03:07.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When 24 hours in a day is not enough</title><content type='html'>When things in your life seem ,  almost too much to handle, &lt;br /&gt;When 24 Hours in a day is not enough, &lt;br /&gt;Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class   &lt;br /&gt;And had some  items in  front of him. &lt;br /&gt;When the class began, wordlessly, &lt;br /&gt;He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar &lt;br /&gt;and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students, if the jar was full. &lt;br /&gt;They agreed that it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured &lt;br /&gt;them into the jar.   He shook the jar lightly. &lt;br /&gt;The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then asked the students again if the jar was full.  They agreed it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, the sand filled up everything else. &lt;br /&gt;He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor then produced  two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents  into the jar, effectively &lt;br /&gt;filling the empty space between the sand.  The students laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now,' said the professor,   as the laughter subsided, &lt;br /&gt;'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. &lt;br /&gt;The golf balls are the important things - family, &lt;br /&gt;children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions – &lt;br /&gt;Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your life would still be full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and  car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sand is everything else --The small stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you put the sand into the jar first,'  He continued, &lt;br /&gt;'there is no room for  the pebbles or the golf balls. &lt;br /&gt;The same goes for life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, &lt;br /&gt;You will never have room for the things that are important to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. &lt;br /&gt;Play With your children. &lt;br /&gt;Take time to get medical checkups. &lt;br /&gt;Take your partner out to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Take care of the golf balls first -- &lt;br /&gt;The things that really matter. &lt;br /&gt;Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor smiled. &lt;br /&gt;'I'm glad you asked'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life  may seem, &lt;br /&gt;there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with  a friend.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-7868389968561272701?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7868389968561272701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=7868389968561272701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7868389968561272701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7868389968561272701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-24-hours-in-day-is-not-enough.html' title='When 24 hours in a day is not enough'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-6810374929924906915</id><published>2009-09-12T15:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:07:52.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A piece of good advise,&lt;br /&gt;Dunno how true but no harm giving it a try !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you should ever be forced by a robber to withdraw money from an ATM&lt;br /&gt;machine, you can notify the police by entering your Pin # in reverse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example if your pin number is 1234 then you would put in 4321. The ATM&lt;br /&gt;recognizes that your pin number is backwards from the ATM card you placed&lt;br /&gt;in the machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine will still give you the money you requested, but unknown to the&lt;br /&gt;robber, the police will be immediately dispatched to help you.&lt;br /&gt;This information was recently broadcasted on TV and it states that it's&lt;br /&gt;seldom used because people don't know it exists..&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this along to everyone possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天你面对劫匪要你到提款机提款，记得不要反抗，照他的指示，不过当你按你的密码时要从后面按起，如123456，你就按654321，提款机会照样出钱，可是劫匪万万想不到警方会立刻获得通知来协助你。&lt;br /&gt;这个系统很少人用所以都被人们遗忘了。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请传给你关心的人。。。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(forwarded tru hotmail)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-6810374929924906915?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/6810374929924906915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=6810374929924906915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/6810374929924906915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/6810374929924906915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/09/piece-of-good-advise-dunno-how-true-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-1204264388091017477</id><published>2009-09-07T02:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:12:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong - Damn cool.. seriously!!</title><content type='html'>You should check this out. Christina sent the link to me just an hour ago. It's a picture of Hong Kong(move the mouse as the sky changes its color). Truly amazing, the scenery is just fantastic...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://61226.com/share/hk.swf"&gt;http://61226.com/share/hk.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See for yourself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good nite guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-1204264388091017477?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1204264388091017477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=1204264388091017477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1204264388091017477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1204264388091017477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/09/hong-kong-damn-cool-seriously.html' title='Hong Kong - Damn cool.. seriously!!'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-2808321934189012550</id><published>2009-09-05T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:11:48.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfection</title><content type='html'>Something i read that was forwarded by Cass, i find it quite fascinating. Do enjoy reading it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Embracing Imperfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food. And I&lt;br /&gt;remember one day, she had madebreakfast after hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, my mom placed a plate of eggsand extremely burned toast in&lt;br /&gt;front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my&lt;br /&gt;dad did was reach for his toast, and smiled at my mom. I don't remember what&lt;br /&gt;I told him, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on&lt;br /&gt;that toast and eat every bite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got up from the table, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my&lt;br /&gt;dad for burning the toast. And I'll never forget what he said: "Baby, I&lt;br /&gt;love burned toast.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he really&lt;br /&gt;liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, "Your momma&lt;br /&gt;put in a hard work today and she's real tired. And besides, a little&lt;br /&gt;burnt toast never hurt anyone! You know, life is full of imperfect&lt;br /&gt;things.....and imperfect people. I'm not the best housekeeper or cook&lt;br /&gt;myself."  He continued “What I've learned over the years is that&lt;br /&gt;learning to accept each other's faults - and choosing to celebrate each&lt;br /&gt;other's differences - is the one of the most important keys to creating&lt;br /&gt;a healthy, growing, and lasting marriage relationship.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the&lt;br /&gt;good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet&lt;br /&gt;of GOD. Because in the end, He's the only one who will be able to give&lt;br /&gt;you a marriage where burnt toast isn't a deal-breaker! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could extend this to any relationship in fact - as understanding is&lt;br /&gt;the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or&lt;br /&gt;siblings or friendship!!  --&lt;br /&gt;With Love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Intelligence is like underwear. It is important that you have it, but&lt;br /&gt;not necessary that you show it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time is like a river.  You cannot touch the same water twice, because&lt;br /&gt;the flow that has passed will never pass again... Enjoy every moment of&lt;br /&gt;life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-2808321934189012550?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2808321934189012550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=2808321934189012550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2808321934189012550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2808321934189012550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/09/imperfection.html' title='Imperfection'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-5263562769935975293</id><published>2009-08-30T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:54:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATM Passwords kena Hack</title><content type='html'>As a reminder to those people who uses IC/ID/Tell. number/Address/ anything related to personal info....&lt;br /&gt;please change your password. There has been a case happened in our uni where one of our classmate's money of RM5,200 got stolen (ATM cash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened one perfect and ordinary day where unexpected things are least expected to happen. She, my classmate, went to the library. As rules stated, bags are supposed to put outside of the library where there are shelves provided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.. she left her bag there (with purse and everything inside)  You can guess what happened next... But thats not it, she came out after 10 minutes to check on something. **She said she felt something's not right... (6 sense... 0.0)**  And realize everything was perfectly fine... purse was there, money untouched, ic, card, bla bla bla....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few days when she wanna buy something, went to the ATM and 'gam lui'. Realized that her money was withdrawn till dry. Hows it possible? i don't know. Then she called up the bank to ask and they said the last 5 transect ion was made at that day, that time when she went to the library (within that 10 minutes). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so lets make a wild assumption. The thieve knows her ATM password (might be someone close), or that he is that lucky to somehow guessed correctly. (for your info: 6 digits  with a permutation and combination of probabilities, its over a 1,000,000 chances of getting the correct password) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after 1 month, she came into class 1 day. Announced this matter and asked if the one who took it would return it back to her or this matter will be brought to the police to solve. Added on, she said that 'luckily' the ATM captured pictures of the culprit. So..... (u and i know its just for threatening the thieve to hand out the money)  But.. come on man, u suspect your closest and only friend?? your own class mates??? BTw, our class is only about a hand full of 13 people. Plus 1 or 2 that were absent throughout the whole semester. I was shocked and in the state of stunned and speechless that day. Trying to solve this matter and also trying to figure out why she would suspect us, her close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there are few issues i wanna raise here:&lt;br /&gt;1) why she leave her valuables outside the library and not with her?&lt;br /&gt;2) why her password is known by someone else?&lt;br /&gt;3) why after 1 month only she announced this?&lt;br /&gt;4) why us???&lt;br /&gt;5) why u???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so according to issue (1), there were many announcements and notice given stated that 'Students please do not leave their valuables, especially WALLET AND PURSE, outside the library as there are many cases of theft at that area.'  And, as a normal civilian born with common sense and brains, will u leave your belongings outside?? So im guessing that she accidentally left it outside and after 10 minuted when she realized it, she went back out to take it. (too late mua fren -___- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the (2) issue, her password. Usually when she goes to the ATM, there would be a close friend standing next to her. So, either her close friend knows her password or that her password is easily guessed. (eg. 111111 or something related to u that is ALSO in the purse)  As a 19 year old, you should know what is protect personal passwords right?? (assume)  The law wont protect those who are 18 above (known as major), the law will only protect those who are Minors(&lt;18). So please, know your own responsibilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the (3) issue. why one month? the case also becomes less hot already. This, i can only make an assumption that she was observing us with a one month period. To find out who has the most suspicious face and who is the real culprit.  Childish... -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The (4) and (5) issue i put for fun.. lol&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, why us?? u left it outside the library, everyone can gain access to your belongings. The security guard wont recognize who's stuffs is who's. So u cant simply assume it was your own classmates who did that. (wa kalu kua wa tong waeh jiki o0o)  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my whole deduction to this crime is:&lt;br /&gt;1) when she enters into the library, someone was beside her (acting like he is also taking stuffs preparing to enter the library)&lt;br /&gt;2) when she enters into the library, the guy calls out his accomplice to search the bag as he watches the girls every move.&lt;br /&gt;3) the accomplic goes to the ground floor ATM to start trying. First by trying out the IC number. (so lucky, the password is the IC number.)&lt;br /&gt;4)jackpot, but 1 transaction only can make RM1,500. So he made 4 which is a total of RM4,500. The fifth transaction is Rm700. Gone!! RM5,200...&lt;br /&gt;5) As his friend is in the library with her, or outside checking if she comes out or not, calls his friend to come return the purse with nothing touched in it.&lt;br /&gt;6) So all along they were aiming for the ATM money and not the cash in it. Smart... and a perfect crime, cuz they were lucky to guessed correctly the password =______=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, i think that the ATM photo shit is a fake. ATM's usually has this small mirror in front of you for u to see who is behind of you (its actually a 1 way glass where inside can see out, but from the outside u just see a plain mirror. So the camera is hidden inside the mirror) Another is that there will be a CCTV on top of the screen where its visible. Our campus ATM has none of that, so u know the answer lah...   &lt;br /&gt;Imagine, if she really had it, she would just use the pic to find out who is the thief. And therefore, every issue points to her fault. Carelessness is all i can say. i don't think she can get it back, even the police cant do anything... Finger print check?? 1 month already, the purse will be full of her own finger prints by that time. So, in the end... &lt;br /&gt;It's a perfect crime... :(&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of this story, do not use your personal information as your password. People are not dumb, they will use any method possible to get what they want. Hope you all receive the message and all the best. Protect and safeguard your belongings, Thank you  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-5263562769935975293?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/5263562769935975293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=5263562769935975293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/5263562769935975293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/5263562769935975293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/08/atm-passwords-kena-hack.html' title='ATM Passwords kena Hack'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-214830018566068435</id><published>2009-07-25T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T14:54:36.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring talk by Tony Christiansen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/Smr1i6iPGGI/AAAAAAAAACE/nL-CezscgWQ/s1600-h/tony+christiansen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/Smr1i6iPGGI/AAAAAAAAACE/nL-CezscgWQ/s320/tony+christiansen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362368286515206242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmb he said something about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were young, we often goes to weddings and dinners..&lt;br /&gt;but as we grow older,  we will be attending funerals instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing he learnt in a funeral procession is that when someone dies, all he left behind will be the date he was born, the date he died, and the tiny lil dash in between. &lt;br /&gt;(eg. 1/1/1990-1/1/2020)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about how u make the dash longer or thicker that matters... in other words, how u make your life meaningful, and not go wondering about why or how u will die. Its human nature to live and die.. so let them do the job ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, that when we were young-at the age of 5- whenever a teacher asks question in class, we will rais up our hand and hoping to get the chance to just say something out loud, not bothering whether it is correct or wrong??&lt;br /&gt;But this habbit soon changes as we grow older. We no longer are the spontaneous 'us' back then. Its because of the society and surroundings which affects us... Our way of thinking! Just try to think back.... How many 'No' have u been receiving throughout these times in your life?? People are being manipulated since young that they cannot do things alone or that they dream off, or even tries to do those things they want to do. So, as they grow old, they starts to believe and accept the fact that they really cant do.. accept words like: 'its impossible', 'kept dreaming' or 'never'.... negative thinkings. It is unfair for the society to treat us like that. We must not let them influence our way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna bring up all the Wright Brothers, Thomas Edison success stories and things here. but my point is, everything start off as a dream. If u dare to dream, eventually u will accomplish something. Others say, dream dont come in just one night, it comes with hardwork and time. &lt;br /&gt;To me -in achieving a goal- it is not a matter of time or hard work, but an unmeasurable will of doing and achieving it. Theres no formula or substances to bring u there. As long as u believe it! its possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes when someone least expect them to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing which inspired me was when the MC introduced him onto the stage. &lt;br /&gt;In my mind, i was expecting some great dude, wearing suit, well groomed, super fluent English wit some British accent, american probably.. and with the Super success look in his face... from some grand company; Because the title of the talk was "Secrets of Success".. (No point for one who looks unsuccessful to give a success talk rite?)&lt;br /&gt;But then, at that moment, i saw no one walking onto the stage, but there was a voice coming out from the microphone....&lt;br /&gt;Then the man - Tony Christiansen, climbing up the stage with his bare hands..no feet.. no support.. and in the middle of the stage was a bench. He climbed on the bench, just so we could see him. He's not even in a suit or jacket, just a polo T and a pair of trousers with the hole sealed up, since he has no legs. And he starts his speech.&lt;br /&gt;That moment i saw him, i knew this guy is not like the rest of the speakers. Respect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost his legs at the age of 9 when a train ran over it. I'm not really sure how, but it was a drastic accident. &lt;br /&gt;Now... u know lah, if it were a sad story, he wont be here giving a speech. He turned out very successful in every angle of life, except for having a pair of feet :(&lt;br /&gt;If we speaks about him, it will be a never ending speech. He has accomplished from opening own's company to flying a plain solo, climbing mountain with his bare hands, take part in national Olympic games representing his own country, weight lifting 120kg, car racing, sky diving and many more that we would dream of achieving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a true Hero, thats all i can say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here and be selfish for once, keep the remaining inspirational speech from Tony to myself. Do read up his books and probably Google him to find out more about him if u want to  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-214830018566068435?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/214830018566068435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=214830018566068435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/214830018566068435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/214830018566068435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/07/inspiring-talk-by-tony-christiansen.html' title='Inspiring talk by Tony Christiansen'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/Smr1i6iPGGI/AAAAAAAAACE/nL-CezscgWQ/s72-c/tony+christiansen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-2966165300292163681</id><published>2009-07-22T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:59:44.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thurs - FIM assignment due date</title><content type='html'>i dont think i have enough time to update this blog tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tmr assignment deadline,&lt;br /&gt;just here to remind myself NOT to do assignments LAST MINUTE in future.&lt;br /&gt;time management &amp; discipline~! !!&lt;br /&gt;Arigatoo~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-2966165300292163681?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2966165300292163681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=2966165300292163681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2966165300292163681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2966165300292163681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/07/thurs-fim-assignment-due-date.html' title='Thurs - FIM assignment due date'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-5432311390198197151</id><published>2009-07-19T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:37:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hairy Potter - half blood prince</title><content type='html'>damn i hate that show. To those of you who hate it, pls spam on my blog comment!!! yeahhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! fuck this movie weh, waste of time, money, and the WASTE of Natural Resources making this movie!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wth.. let me tell u what happened, the begining was okay... alot of suspense~~~ then the romance and love thing, u know lah. and WTH, Emma WAtson with Ron?!?!!? its just not possible.... i'll have nightmares man!!!!! this story suck. i tot the hero suppose to get all da chicks... The Moral of the story is totaly wrong dude!!!   Ron.. wth!!! that joker??? Rather pick me instead =________=    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Dumb-dore, he drink that water to get the Hocrax part..... HAHAHAA that seriously was funny man!!!! u should see his face.... XD  in the theater i even heard someone cried like as if it was THAT touching. The fucking water looks like Pepsi to me man... He should be smiling, drinking Pepsi, chilled, some more there's someone to feed you... WTH... if i were him id say ' Feed me MOre HARRY!!!! dont u drink that, its all mine u Bastard!!'&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;Then the part where they all were on the train to Hogwat. i tot, what happened?? Malfoy close all the windows i expected a Duel will take place in the train. Like those action movies, shoot here and there, den the windows burst and someone fly out of it.. something like that.... but No, it did not happen. Hairy kena wack by Malfoy on his innocent lil face... That inocent face.. like kena wack ady also dono what happened... LOL SRSLY Harry looks stupid weh!!!!! kena punch in d face like its nobodys business!! seriosuly laugh the crap out of me.... &lt;br /&gt;No offence to u Harry Potter fans out there, but this movie totaly suck to the Max! :)   &lt;br /&gt;(this only, the rest of Potter are still okay lahh... give u all some face lahhhh~~~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but so far, the day was fun lah. get to know some new faces. i was quite amazed of myself, i can remember their names the first time i saw them. Okay, let me intro them lah: (if ur reading this, pls dont be mad lahh... im just joking :) its for Blog purpose only)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the DaiLou of the gang is christ- She is like the boss; when she says shut up, everyone shuts! including me :)  dont mess with her, or u'll die like the rest. hahaha She.......... suppose to be the most talkative one there. But that day she nvr talk to me much, maybe its my sudden appearance that stunned her. i should have wear a mask lah =\ &lt;br /&gt;She, scary??? nahh... no offence lahh, ur stare is just too funny HAhaahaa XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEn comes her best friend, the Electric Generator, Claudia.. u should see her eyes lah! i kena shock damn many times ady. but shes quite shy, dont even think of her talking to you.  i srsly dono how these 2 elements can come together.. shy and stunning eyes.... =____=  BTW She's okay lah, dont talk bad bout her!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is mei mei, i like calling her that ;P it just rhymes~~~ like, hey mei mei~~~ Hahaaa  u know the song by souljaboy?? Hey BAe BAeh~~  something like that lah... Hahaha XD but shes okay lah, atleast she talks to me. Not like the rest of u... XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its my, that day she bang her head i guess. Suddenly dl + emo.... i hope its not beacuse of me =\    She....... i also got nth much to say bout her. Big dbsk fans lah, thats all i can say :P&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;Overal it was okay lah, im having fun. i guess they are as well.... HOPE SO... but then i realized something, i spend  50 bucks that day. IT was not even a DAy, it was like.... only 6 hours.... LOL...  its like i kena robb or something. First there was the Tempanyaki- rm20. Then the movie ticket- rm9. Follow by the arcade and snacks- bout rm10. then when i came out of the parking, another rm8 WTH.... i should take the bus next time lah. A parking rm8 Damn, i rather treat everyone drinks than giving rm8 for nothing. and for your info, i wasted 40 mins for searching one DAmn parking.... kept going up and down and up and dow..... =___=&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its MV... nothing is cheap there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end....... it was okay lah, but i would rather prefer going redbox than WATCHING Hairy Potter =_________=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SmMYDYrupnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TJkGKeQifBo/s1600-h/28ade264bbd46302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SmMYDYrupnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TJkGKeQifBo/s320/28ade264bbd46302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360154427945559666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-5432311390198197151?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/5432311390198197151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=5432311390198197151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/5432311390198197151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/5432311390198197151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/07/hairy-potter-half-blood-prince.html' title='Hairy Potter - half blood prince'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SmMYDYrupnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/TJkGKeQifBo/s72-c/28ade264bbd46302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-1252294667475901688</id><published>2009-05-24T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T19:29:08.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Drive to Genting</title><content type='html'>Last friday (22 may 2009), my first time driving up to Genting. well, not the whole trip lah, i drove to Gotong Jaya and the rest my dad took over. Its not like i dont have skills or what, i am perfectly in control okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time was at night when we drove up to Genting. The cool thing was i drove that car =)    its my dads Unser, inside there was my bro,2 younger bro,mom, her sister, and my dad. U know how much pressure is on me when i am driving that car??? i kept thinking that what if i turn too much, will the car roll over, or what if suddenly my hands slipt and the stearing went out of control? then we will make headlines in the news next day. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so there i was, driving that bloody big unser. With loads of more than 200kg inside. The whole time i've been hearing sounds like 'hey watch out, there's a car coming' or 'pull the gear longer.. dont switch so fast' or even 'dont eat others lane when u dont have the skill'... wtf, i seriously cant take it man. its not like once or twice. every 1 minute u can hear that. Duhh.. i can see the cars coming okay.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Btw, u know why we should pull the gear longer(manual cars only). Because if u switch the gear too early, your car will not have sufficient power to go up high slopes. and u know lah, genting slope damn steep. so its best to stay that gear, and when u hear the engine sound is getting sharper and sharper, let go some of that oil to make it 'calm' a lil. cool aeh?? i learnt that skill when i was driving up to Genting.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.... so we reach half way, stop at Gotong Jaya, my dad say thats enough for me for today. Hahaha... he just dont trust me thats all =\  so we stop at the 'tong sui' shop for some dessert, and then continue our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. bla bla bla nth interesting. skip to the room part.when they gave us the room card key, we went up to the room and slot the card in. Push the door open,the next thing we found out that the door was locked... and its from the inside (the 'u' shape thing, not the shoot.)  So we were screaming outside... and i, the 'smart' fella, go kick the door and there was a loud 'bang' sound. no one replied, so it was assumed to be empty. And yes, we did asked if anyone was in there through the fringe of the door. that time, there was 1 old uncle came out of his room behind us looking at us. wth is with him? we cant go in waadd.... =___=    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later on my dad,mom and her sis went down to complain bout the door, and we 4 brothers were starting to give deductions.(Detective Conan....) How the hell would this be happening??   if there was no one inside, and the door was locked from the iside, then that must be that the someone came out from the room through the window?  thats super wierd... and did i mention it was 11 stories high, excluding the car park levels and the mountain slope below the carpark??? its like u can almost see nothing below from the window. And things start popping out from my mind, maybe cos i watch too much Detective Conan anime, that this could be a murder case and there's one dead body inside and we would be the witness to that crime sceen. Wtf.... seriously i was worried at that time, at the same time anxious and wanna know what is happening inside.      First time mahhh, give some face lahh... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the bellboy came up. At that time i wasnt there, i was in another room waiting. My bro told me he use some sort of cardboard, insert into the fringe where the door opens and then slams it. coool, y dint i think of that.... So i dont think this is the first time that guy handle this type of case.  Then my dad, mom and her sis accompanied by the bellboy, went into the room.(kinda like break in to the room) It was dark and my dad switch on the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, one 'black' man came out and scared the hell out of that bell boy as he was leading the group. He immediately fall back 4 steps. lol after i heard that was laughing all the way... hahahaha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the man said that he had checked in to this room and its his. So basicly there was some mistake on the receptionist for giving us this room lah. after that my dad was onfire. cos we broke in to others room and what if he/she was doing something private... and this room, suppose to be ours, turned out that it wasnt ours. So they went down to complain again. This time they demanded to see the person incharge or some higher authority. The Front desk manager came out and say they will check into this matter and told us to wait for the news tmr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day we went to see the DM - Duty Manager of the Front Office, accompanied by the assistant front office manager. came to appologise. Lol u should hear how my dad speaks to him. My dad... a singaporean... english with limited vocab and those 'uncle style', jearking all the way, of speaking, plus a little of malaysian broken english.... Talk to the DM using all his own words and sentences. He manage to put up all the english letters he know together into one 'rojak' sentance and he speaks as if its damn correct and theres not a problem with it. Damn cool wehh...wish id taped it down. and he also remain calm and confident as he speaks. We were laughing behind him, and at that time we were thinking whether to help him out if he ran out of words to say. &lt;br /&gt;Not bad, in the end, the problem was solved by the DM professionaly and we were told that we have a room upgrade when the next trip to genting.As expected, genting handle things with stylee~~ LoL.... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome trip... but all the time was wasted arguing with the front desk manager. he seriously cannot handle such things professionaly. he could have just give us some free stuffs and settle it on the spot already, rather than calling his senior/head to come deal with it. Thats the lesson i learnt that day, to handle situations professionaly next time and not push to others. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-1252294667475901688?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1252294667475901688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=1252294667475901688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1252294667475901688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1252294667475901688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-drive-to-genting.html' title='First Drive to Genting'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-4379829904640648408</id><published>2009-05-14T14:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:35:10.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holssssssss</title><content type='html'>Huhuhu... i tot it would be very interesting and relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;basicly nothing turned out as expected.&lt;br /&gt;my plan during the holiday was :&lt;br /&gt;1) find a part time job that would'nt crash wif my daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;2) go gym evey single day after work. If possible, dont wanna drive :P&lt;br /&gt;3) part time job will be able to cover my going-to-buy laptop.&lt;br /&gt;4) catch movies and go lepak wif friends.&lt;br /&gt;5) etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiiiiiiiiihhhhhh...... in d end....&lt;br /&gt;i realize my hols is only 2 weeks++ not enugh time for work.&lt;br /&gt;even so, my gym would be at 5~8 everyday. and i dont think theres time for it.&lt;br /&gt;pluss, every morning have to fetch my bros to school. Which i have to wake up at 6 earLY in DA MORNing, fetch ThEm and ComE home to continuuuueeeee my peaaaceful sleep. which took about 30 to 40 mins for th trip. Come back, my sleep was no longer peaceful =___=  Really pissed me off every single morning, when they call me to fetch them to school(with that loud and irritating voice. Cant they just give me 5 mroe damn minutes?? ). BTW, their school is not very farrr, its a walking distance and during my time i used to walk all the time. No big deall XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyywayy... tmr im going to penang for my dad's friend's daughter's wedding XD  i cant believe shes only 20years old. which is like 1 year older than me ONLY.. Well, i guess this is generation gap.  And i thought i wanna get married at the age of 30 is too young =___=&lt;br /&gt;My dad and him are good friends and we used to go those 4x4 trips and camps to wild places in the jungle, cave, places where orang asli's live and also 5 star hotels with all you can eat buffets  ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaa.. those were the times. I remembe the best time was in 2004, we went to Thailand - golden triangle - and it took us 7 days to reach there. The 'going' was not fun, cos most of the time i was sleeping in d car(and was damn hot in d evening, it like rosting a duck in d oven), but the coming back was super fun. We made many stops at cities like Ching mai, Hat yai, pataya, blablabla... and We neverr once forget the NIght Market... Super duper Awesome  XD  you should try the fried grasshopper. Crunchy &amp; Delecious!!   The whole trip took us about 21 days. Its worth it, a good memorable lifetime experience... HAhaaa XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..... yeah her daughter was pretty, mom was lovely, dad was humorous, boy friend -soon to be husband- whom i never meet b4. I wish them all the best and may he and she live happily ever after. Btw, they nare just neighbours.. how bad could it be? &lt;br /&gt;o.0  We shall see  tomorrow. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The updates are coming on next week.... or maybe next next week.... or maybe next next next week.... or..... &lt;br /&gt;ahhyaa, we shall see for that too... ahahAAHAhahhaaa XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-4379829904640648408?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/4379829904640648408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=4379829904640648408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4379829904640648408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4379829904640648408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/05/holssssssss.html' title='Holssssssss'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-7994992686907151518</id><published>2009-04-21T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:05:55.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My study week</title><content type='html'>wwoooohhhh...&lt;br /&gt;tiering...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been studying damn hard&lt;br /&gt;Hope the results come out also very Hard.. a Hard 'A' babyy~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i wanna say something before i end this weeks blogging.&lt;br /&gt;while studying, im super duper confident that i known and memorized every single important part of the chapters. And am super duper confident that my quantitative tech 1, financial accounting framework 1, information system,management and english for business is going to get A. YEahhhhhhhhhh.......!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aim is to get a first class degree when i graduate with a 3.8 ~ 4.0 CGPA&lt;br /&gt;Dont laugh. you wait and seeeee  B-)&lt;br /&gt;okay, ciaoooooo~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-7994992686907151518?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7994992686907151518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=7994992686907151518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7994992686907151518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7994992686907151518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-study-week.html' title='My study week'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-2225515872603492221</id><published>2009-04-17T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:09:35.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is meaningless</title><content type='html'>Wow, i guess now im in one of those Emo days where i feel sad, meaningless, bored, hate god for every thing it has done, finding excuses to avoid some stuffs, hating everyone around me,i feel dieing...&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know the true meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;Will god tell me what It's supposed to be?&lt;br /&gt;ive heard many said, that life is to be lived to the max.&lt;br /&gt;and i have another question for this... In a happy way? or a painful way??&lt;br /&gt;why people are suffering to live life to the max? &lt;br /&gt;and why is suffering a living life to the max??&lt;br /&gt;And does living life to the max in your eyes similar to what is in others?&lt;br /&gt;how can they tell that we are actually happy, and livng our lives to our max?&lt;br /&gt;The fuck they know what are we doing? How can they stereotype us of how we be?&lt;br /&gt;Or life suppose to be living alone where the word 'others' will never come to existance?&lt;br /&gt;So we can achieve our own goals and not recieving comments from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever ask yourself what are u doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Well, obviously reading this blog =___=&lt;br /&gt;I mean, why are u doing so much?&lt;br /&gt;like fore example, struggeling to earn money for living, study hard fr exams, training hard to achieve healthy body, chasing over partners which obviously ar'nt feeling you...  Its like chasing over dreams...&lt;br /&gt;So what do u want to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;and what if u achieved ur results?&lt;br /&gt;will things turn out better than what u expected?&lt;br /&gt;will u be satisfied??&lt;br /&gt;1 desire leads to another...&lt;br /&gt;and in the end?? return everything to where it suppose to be.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, your success isnt success to others. So basicly u are just doing shit all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days i've been thinking. why doing so much, wasting all these hard work and no one could see/realize/know that u've done something.  Even if they do, All they can do is to give a simple compliment...  Do all my hardwork (as in each time i do something, i put my life and the whole entire world on the line type of hard work) and pain (compare to cutting myself and watch it bleed to death type) worth just a simple compliment??&lt;br /&gt;They dont know how much we people had been through to get this. This, to others may be a little, to us its more than the world itself! No one understands the pain we've been through. Only ourselves, know what it feels like. And in the end, whats the use of it when no one knows what u are doing, and at the same time when you are putting so much effort to see the results that supposingly others should be realising?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is all bullshit... in the end, only u yourself known of what u have achieved. And all the time you are lying to yourself that u do it for others, to let others know that you can do. Or to prove something to others. Others will just critique all the way, and expect for more. Something happened or was supposed to be during the past, will not change the future in others eyes. Because they only look at what they want to look at, and what they believe that it was suppose to be. If they dont believe that it exist, they dont realize that it is there, and what is there is what u've achieved going through a hell of a hard time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this, i thought i could change the point of view of others. To make others see me as a someone, as a man! But till now, its been 3 years, and i kept getting back the same words that was said to me back 3 years then... So, was the 3 years of mine wasted??? No one understands how much sufers i've been through. Even tho i've obtained results, but still getting back the same old words?!  does this sound fair?&lt;br /&gt;im feeling like shit right now... y not just put all these junks aside and do what im supposed to. Im sick and tired of doing what is right, and what is good for others and obviously not benefiting me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i no longer believe in goals and dreams. its just for self satisfaction. No one else will ever realize and will truely understand what u've gone through to obtain it. They are basiclly fuckers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is life...&lt;br /&gt;Still say live it to the fullest?&lt;br /&gt;please... Die faster is the best to live life to the max.&lt;br /&gt;Meaning of life is to create a perfect lie for yourself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so happy that i wrote this, i bet after few months looking back at this i will laugh at myself... basicly 90% of it is bullshit, 9% are whinnings and 1% are my England...     XD &lt;br /&gt;Peace out~!   \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-2225515872603492221?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2225515872603492221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=2225515872603492221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2225515872603492221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2225515872603492221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-meaningless.html' title='Life is meaningless'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-7192475457072368651</id><published>2009-04-07T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:15:59.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhoods</title><content type='html'>Yo..!! its been like 2 months since i last touch this blog.&lt;br /&gt;just bored and wanna update this shit...  =\&lt;br /&gt;there isnt much story on my mind tho,&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll think bout smthing ltr...&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, theres this one. do u rmb when we were small and we used to do lots of stupid and insensible things that is totallly out of this world???&lt;br /&gt;Well, that day we were at college and discussing bout parashooting an egg as one of the games during our ice breaking session for next semester's orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so RB told me his stupid childhood thing and after that we were laughing like hell during the whole damn day... LOL!!   he said that last time when he was a kid, he used to play this parashoot thing by tying a plastic bag onto a piece of rubber and trow out of his condo(which was about 3 stories high)  &lt;br /&gt;and so one day, dunno where they got this crazy idea... Of putting a REal hamster on a parashoot, then they literaly flung the poor thing out of the window... (the way he expressed it was like trowing a rock or stone out)  Wth...!! and they said it landed perfectly, but the poor thing was shivering and its body was shaking like mad. After 1 hr it died.     =____=  &lt;br /&gt;and i cant imagine he was laughing like mad while telling this story to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So later that, MH told his part of stupid stories. When he was a kid, he used to live in this condo.  At that time he has a gang of friends who stays in the same condo and they always plays together.  So there was once, one of his friend (the so called 'brave one')  caught a cat and they suddenly came up with this 'Brilliant' idea, of putting the cat into the freezer!   i dont know what type of science experiment that was.. LOL!  then they close the fridge and waited for bout 1 hr to see any changes. And when they open it, the cat was frozen (like how we preserve our fish in the freezer) &lt;br /&gt;He discribe it with: you can see icey flakes on its hair and its mouth was wide open like its screaming, and it was lying there with the legs open wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that time they were laughing like mad people staring at that cat. Soon realize that his parents are comming home, they quickly dig the frozen cat out cuz it was stuck on the freezers surface And then flung it out from the back window (about 4 stories high.. with a 'bang' sound when landed!) because there was a dustbin at the ground floor and it saves alot of time when u trow it down then carrying it down 4 stories.    They thought it was dead, and after 1 hour they went to check on it and saw it slowly crawl out of the garbage bin like nothing has happened.... i really cant believe that, and now i really believe that cats have 9 lives!  &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should do that shit 8 more times to test the hypothesis.  :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so that was our stupid childhoods experiences.  &lt;br /&gt;ahh, we were jsut kids. Forgive us for what we had done wrong. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;So do u ever did one b4 during your childhood times?  dont lie, everyone is naughty at that time. Crazy too~  XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-7192475457072368651?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7192475457072368651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=7192475457072368651' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7192475457072368651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7192475457072368651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/04/childhoods.html' title='Childhoods'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-197605218658596247</id><published>2009-02-26T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:18:34.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>sorry for those long posts lar.... when i start typing, i cannot stop.&lt;br /&gt;its like a drug ya know.....&lt;br /&gt;even i look at it myself i'll die man.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to write in short next time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-197605218658596247?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/197605218658596247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=197605218658596247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/197605218658596247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/197605218658596247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/02/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-9142677579595205719</id><published>2009-02-23T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:59:58.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A boring day</title><content type='html'>i went back to my high school this morning to take my SPM results.&lt;br /&gt;Well, 1 year has passed and i can see many changes.&lt;br /&gt;from the front gate to the field. (hah, non really the front gate la, but just to make it sound bigger)&lt;br /&gt;the canteen - the place where we used to visit the most...&lt;br /&gt;almost every morning we will gather at our very same spot (behind the burger aunty's stall) theres a table n a bench there with 2 boxes of prepared burgers waiting to be sold during our recess, there on the bench... &lt;br /&gt;cos we always sit next to the stall,so we always get to eat fresh burgerss thats cooked on d spot by her :P &lt;br /&gt;the burger aunty is quite close with us, so we sumetimes will get to eat free fishballs or hotdogs :P&lt;br /&gt;i rmb when i was in form 1, first recess... our whole class will sit at that table, and there is how everything started. we get to know each other and talk all sorts of rubbish&lt;br /&gt;then as we grow older, in form 2~~ our gang got lesser and lesser because of different classes and diff friends  :(&lt;br /&gt;but im stil a loyal one. i always goes back to the same old spot..  &lt;br /&gt;I can see some old faces, and some new ones as well... &lt;br /&gt;Till form5, i can never forget this friend.. we used to do almost everything together&lt;br /&gt;hes like my bro.. although we fought during the yeasrs, but he always gets my back and have lunch wif me (i used to be quite a lonely guy in sec.. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes not very good in studies though, but he is very friendly and cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Cos of his bad results, we were seperated in form4 (i was in sub science and hes in arts..)  well, diff clas but we are still friends xD&lt;br /&gt;a friend in need is a friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, graduated ady.... everything has changed.... well, no more all those happy and joyful life &lt;br /&gt;Its like all for themselves.... so i guess those were the times lah`~&lt;br /&gt;i kinda miss all the youth (sounds like im very old lidat =__= )&lt;br /&gt;who deosnt =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than friends, i also miss the the "perhimpunan", the singing, the boring speaches, disciplinary actions... blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;i also miss the stairs where we take every morning to our class...&lt;br /&gt;while walking up the stairs, beside the walls we can seee many artistic paintings and poems written by shakespear or Kong Zi standards xD&lt;br /&gt;then, theres the smell of the class room. it reminds me of...&lt;br /&gt;mmmmhh~~~~ sleepinggg~~~~~~  (hahaha, i used to sleep in class during boring subjects..) &lt;br /&gt;theres a technique when sleeping in class where it can usually bypass the teachers eyes. let me share some of my skills ;&lt;br /&gt;1) find a seat at the back rows before the teacher come in class. (usually i will sit behind some big sized student so that he can cover me while im sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;2) open a text book and open it up facing the teacher so that it can cover your head as u face the book while having ur sweet moments (try to find a bottle or smthing to support the book, of it might fall)&lt;br /&gt;3) lye on the table and on 1 side of your arms which is facing the teacher (your face should be facing the opposite side then) just put a book infront of ur face and pretend u are reading the text.  (but this style, i always end up wetting my book, and u can see many pages in my TEXT book that has a watery stain of drools =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if ur so unlucky and u are caught, jsut tell her ur sick and request to go wash ur face. and eventually she will let u go to the toilet and foget bout u sleeping in class   (put on an innocent face and not a guilty face..works everytime.)&lt;br /&gt;then find somewhere safe to continue sleeping   (i'd recomend the red cresent room, cos they can get a slip for not attending class a.k.a. the golden ticket or the emperors medalion ) wahahahahaha.....  Did i mention that it has a fully cushed bed with soft pillow thats super seductive for ppl like me =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there were the teachers. I bet u guys had many wierd experience with ur teachers during high school right ? &lt;br /&gt;during our time, we have many wierd names for our teachers&lt;br /&gt;the one that i couldnt forget was Bounty hunter - a DOTA character&lt;br /&gt;that teacher was our bm techer, and also a discipline teacher.&lt;br /&gt;at that time we hate him so much that we sometimes come up with these crazy ideas like scratching his car, burst his tyres, put water into his exhaus pipe or put tags on his chair.&lt;br /&gt;there was once,we try to video tape him while teaching in class. the way he teach is like the way i sit while masturbating. his body is almost 180degrees on the chair. imagine how crouched he was. and another thing is his legs,they cannot stop vibrating!!! )  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least, the foods.... i used to think the economic rice was expensive&lt;br /&gt;but now that im in coll, compare with now, its Damn cheap lahh.. wasted the years not being able to taste the delecious foods :(&lt;br /&gt;and i rmb the drinks stall. they used to sell ice kacang and those blended stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Now theres even pop corn and pizza..... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really brings back all the memories, looking at those kids running around..... sad that i can never return to that time where we used to play, eat and have fun skipping class lepak in d school compound :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-9142677579595205719?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/9142677579595205719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=9142677579595205719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/9142677579595205719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/9142677579595205719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/02/boring-day.html' title='A boring day'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-2249518936062980477</id><published>2009-02-05T15:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T23:19:22.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On my way to school i got 2 in a row</title><content type='html'>i know i haven been touching this blog for a long long long time already.&lt;br /&gt;but this story i really wanna share with u guys...&lt;br /&gt;(but please please please dont get me introuble, promis?)&lt;br /&gt;Today was the most shitty day in my entire life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today i was driving to school as usual..&lt;br /&gt;my school is at sg long, somewhere in cheras i think =\&lt;br /&gt;so usually i have to pass by 3 tolls to get there&lt;br /&gt;So today, this very very special and "lucky" day, &lt;br /&gt;i made one stupidest Big mistake..&lt;br /&gt;after passing the first toll (im using a Smart Tag btw)&lt;br /&gt;i kinda place my ST on my left side seat.&lt;br /&gt;when i reach the second toll, i tot that it was still infront...&lt;br /&gt;So, at that time i was running @ abt 60 through the toll (cuz usualy when ur using tags u dont stop ur car rite??  thats what the main purpouse of a tag is for..)&lt;br /&gt;guess what next? I FUCKING BANG THE POLE !!!! &lt;br /&gt;at that time i was totaly blur on what had happened... &lt;br /&gt;the last thing i saw was the pole getting closer and closer to me, then BANG!!   &lt;br /&gt;i stop immediately but i did not get off the car...(u crazy? then ppl will see me and it'll be damn obvious i did that and i cant give an xcuse that "it was like that when i got here") &lt;br /&gt;Before that when i was reaching the pole, usualy there will be a sound like "ti ti"&lt;br /&gt;and the pole will rise up rite??? so when i was about to reach the pole, wierd~ where's the sound?? (at that time it was @ 5~4 gear) &lt;br /&gt;then in the split of a second a light flash apon me~~~~ (no la, to make it sound more dramatic only :P )&lt;br /&gt;damn the bloddy pole let me bang till it flew off ady...(not literaly la, lets just say its kinda bad and broke) &lt;br /&gt;then i felt bad for the Toll, i reverse my car back and flash my ST9im a good citizen okay, i dont take things for granted.. i go by the law) &lt;br /&gt;after that, i fleed imediately. then i heard another "ti ti" wtf! it charged me 2 times =_=  (maybe thats my punishment for banging the pole)&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around i guess :( &lt;br /&gt;(well, lucky my car was not hurt...not a scratch :P  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was pissed off at that time, it charged my ST 2 times... rm2 u know!!!&lt;br /&gt;then continue to drive till i reach the third toll. &lt;br /&gt;This time i check everything, the card inserted and the ST infront!! HELL im not gonna repeat my mistakes!!!!  BRING IT BABY~~!!   (same thing, i was @ 5~4 gear,abt 50~60 kmh)   &lt;br /&gt;then this time when i was reaching the pole, the sound sounded abit different..&lt;br /&gt;it goes "ti ti.. ti ti.. ti ti.."&lt;br /&gt;then i was like... " Huh??   "  then   BANG!!! another pole down!! SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME TODAY!!! in one day i can destroy 2 tolls IN A ROW.... &lt;br /&gt;this time,one car was behind of me... and i was like, fuck! please dont report to the police =_=   den i quickly fled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reach school i realized something.... "Do tolls have CCTV? " and i started worrying that what will happen to me next, a fine of rm10,000 for destroying gov. property?? or suspend my driving license?? or even worst, lock-up in jail for vandalising...???? wth im too young for all those  man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after sharing the story with my friends and recieved some "useful" advices, im feelin much more better now....&lt;br /&gt;They told me to wait patiently for the saman to be sent to my house... if theres none then im free~~~~~~~~~~~~~ weeeeeee~~~~~~~~~ :)      &lt;br /&gt;if yes, then.........   Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;ill be suspended from driving and pay a fine of rm2,000 per pole? (and i hit 2in a row, how "lucky" of me..... =_= )&lt;br /&gt;(btw im still a probate driver... so dont tell me i wont be suspended =_=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, boys and girls.... THIS IS A TRUE STORY AND DONT U LAUGH AT IT =_=&lt;br /&gt;so the moral of this story is not to speed across Pay Tolls at speed &lt;20kmh (best thing is to stop there and wait for the "ti ti" only proceed) &lt;br /&gt;or you will end up banging the pole just like me....(and its not a proud thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive safe, and live life to the max~  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-2249518936062980477?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2249518936062980477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=2249518936062980477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2249518936062980477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2249518936062980477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-my-way-to-school-i-got-2-in-row.html' title='On my way to school i got 2 in a row'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-5247430956340114283</id><published>2008-11-18T22:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:53:51.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Mango</title><content type='html'>ever seen the worlds largets mango???&lt;br /&gt;my moms friend gave that to us... He himself needs a week to finish that whole thing... damn =(   (but it took all 6 of us only 1 night.. hehehe )&lt;br /&gt;it was seriously my first time seeing this gigantic size mango..&lt;br /&gt;its even bigger than my hands... (btw the hands in d pic is my moms =.=)&lt;br /&gt;if ur wondering is it nice, well.... its quite bitter in d inside cos its over-ripe d.... but it still tast good and sweet in other parts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres da pics.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SSLWYdFk74I/AAAAAAAAABc/11GHhYXAcJU/s1600-h/11112008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SSLWYdFk74I/AAAAAAAAABc/11GHhYXAcJU/s320/11112008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270010229590126466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SSLWighTemI/AAAAAAAAABk/E2b4nsilXic/s1600-h/11112008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SSLWighTemI/AAAAAAAAABk/E2b4nsilXic/s320/11112008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270010402310421090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-5247430956340114283?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/5247430956340114283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=5247430956340114283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/5247430956340114283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/5247430956340114283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/11/big-mango.html' title='Big Mango'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SSLWYdFk74I/AAAAAAAAABc/11GHhYXAcJU/s72-c/11112008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-7770484050192790276</id><published>2008-11-18T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:45:18.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farain's b'day @ pyramid</title><content type='html'>i wanted to post this right after i came back but seems like the next thing i knew waking up on my sofa.... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the day was quite cool (except when she break into tears...tell ya ltr bout it)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.... so yesterday there was 2 ppl celebratin b'day, Farain and sin wei (kf new gf  xD) okay... so we went to kfc to celebrate sw bday... den ltr go straight to pyramid wif ml,farain,ys and kf if my car... they said my driving was damn cool, and its just the fact la... cant help it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyway im not very sure how to go from our school but they lead me a lil la...&lt;br /&gt;den after we park our car in d pyramid carpark, we head for foods...  What a cool b'day girl, she said that lunch is on her @ pizzahutt... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun 14 of us sitting in 1 table....( there was sheena,priya,raggy,yuma,pei mei,mei fang,me,ying shen,my dai lou - meng hong, meng leong,kaifu,jannesh,jia ding and ofcors the b'day girl - faarain )we ordered pizza (duhh... =.=) and chicken wings too.... finish at 3 and den she wanted us all to go skating wif her....&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to give her a suprise by callin her to teman me to get my gloves in my car... well, some 'suprise' it turned out to be......... =.=   i fogot where i park my car..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we took abt 1 hr to search for my car from cp6 to 5 to 4,3 and finally..... its at 2 &lt;br /&gt;=.=   i kept telling her im sorry but she seems ok...(thats what she said la)&lt;br /&gt;i took my gloves and gave her her b'day present (its a bracelet la...VERY exp bracelet.. wahahahahahahaha no la, im just kidding )&lt;br /&gt;den after that we went back to the crowd.... they all seemed pissed and it was all bcos of me la.... :(  den ltr that everyone started to say they are bz and wanna go back and stuffs.... den Farain started crying... not aloud la, but in tears only... (still enough to scare me adi...) den we tried all we can to stop her la... atlast we manage to 'trick' her and go in and skate...&lt;br /&gt;I felt damn bad la for making her cry... cos we ate her lunch and just wanna go back... wth =.= and the lunch wasnt creap la, i think its 180++ if im not mistaken..... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after skate den they all went back... Farain is back in her crazy ownself d...and im happy to see that la  haha :)&lt;br /&gt;we went william's for 2nd round after that, wif ml and kaifu...but kaifu nvr stay la, that farker went back the earliest.... den left me, farain and ml.... fun time chattin and we saw many hot chicks @ there XD    damn my phone was low bat, or id taken all their numbers d~~  B-)&lt;br /&gt;haha.. so thats it la, what a happy day....i went home at 9 soemthing, couldnt remember what time was it... damn tired la =(   &lt;br /&gt;well, dunno what will happen next year when our gang seperates :(   hope it'll still be the same as always~  hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh Damn, fogot to take some pics on that day...............&lt;br /&gt;ooh wait, i got one...... the pic where i park my car&lt;br /&gt;i took it just incase i foget it the second time......'level cp2 l, T9'&lt;br /&gt;hahaha XD    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SSLTU5AgJdI/AAAAAAAAABU/DT_L0YhaKuU/s1600-h/17112008(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SSLTU5AgJdI/AAAAAAAAABU/DT_L0YhaKuU/s320/17112008(001).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270006869830673874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-7770484050192790276?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7770484050192790276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=7770484050192790276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7770484050192790276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7770484050192790276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/11/farains-bday-pyramid.html' title='Farain&apos;s b&apos;day @ pyramid'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/SSLTU5AgJdI/AAAAAAAAABU/DT_L0YhaKuU/s72-c/17112008(001).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-5834429799463628496</id><published>2008-11-14T14:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:57:03.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday after class..</title><content type='html'>damn bored....&lt;br /&gt;today meng hong - dai lou, brought many candy and drinks to school to share wif us~&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really felt bad la,always taking his stuffs and using him fetching us here and there.....i wish someday i could repay him back =(  &lt;br /&gt;todays class sark... the lecture ended quite early....we had a tutorial class later but we were late for the tutorial (as usual) eating at 'Mc Donalds" - its actually a mamak.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt; see, theres 2 mamak at our school... 1 is the top and another is the botom.... i have no idea why but the top one is called Mc Donald and the botom is called KFC... =P   yeah, eatin wif janesh that gang, and my dai lou they all are celebratin in class.. i missed it =( &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 30 mins we went to tutorials... it was damn bored, but i like the teacher...&lt;br /&gt;i always ask her for consultations cos shes the best teacher hahaha..... actually im jsut lazy to study on my own, cos everytime i do i'll surely end up waking up tomorrow.... hahaha..... same old me, can nvr change this stupid habit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class is our happy hour.... we went INC - a cyber cafe at ss2 where we usually crash after class/during break time last sem~ miss d old times.... so there was me,jannesh,mh,ys,sh and kaifu......  &lt;br /&gt;We played cs den dota la.. it was ok.. bored but still feel good as long as theres friends around.... den we went home at bout 1.40 and i nerely bang a merc while reversing from d parking....not very good at extimating the cars from side mirrors   :( but still, lucky me~~~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,so now i reached home safe and sound..... felt damn bored and lonely... the house was empty.... wish theres 1 call or msg in my phone =(    but its ok la, luckly i had my dota wif me to help freeze the time.... ltr going gym and now im damn full.... ate too much la  lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm,now im listening to some old musics in my com which hasnt been open for years =.=&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse - You and me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn stupid right now....looking at friends picture albums and blogs... they all were so happy.....am i jelous? do i deserve to be so lonely?? or do i have a choice...? or maybe i dont want that choice.... i really hate the past....thinking bout it makes me mad.... i did many wrong things and couldnt earse them.. i felt bad.... &gt;&lt; now all i wish is to find someone i truely belong to, and not some try outs or stuffs..... right now,what im feeling.........  its like the story of the girl who sels match... standing outside of houses bearing the cold winter while admiring others in the warm and cosy house... well, the feel is quite similar to what im feeling right now..... &lt;br /&gt;hahaha... who cares, we'll get better in time...  im happy for who i am =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-5834429799463628496?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/5834429799463628496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=5834429799463628496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/5834429799463628496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/5834429799463628496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/11/friday-after-class.html' title='Friday after class..'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-4586376232143224677</id><published>2008-11-11T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:30:48.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This afternoon, on mua way 2 Gym.........</title><content type='html'>Its one sunnny, Hell! of a day.... =.=&lt;br /&gt;after class, my bro went to pick me up... as i jsut got my license bout 1 week ago, im too anxious to drive.... u cant help it rite?? =(&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a pajero btw... so as we are on our way to gym, this farking uncle came out of nowhere and nvr stop at d junction.... just 2 more inches and he is dead d...  damn, and they say " young people these days drive recklessly... "&lt;br /&gt;Get ur facts right dude!!!!! old people thought their skills are damn good and they dont need to see other cars.. fark them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought it was the end of it, but...(the story continues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, and i got scolded by my bro after that too for nerely banging that fella....&lt;br /&gt;Bla bla bla bla..... as we reach d gym, into d car park.... i couldnt make up my mind where to park this big car, and my bro was whining n whining.....haizz....&lt;br /&gt;den saw 1 beautiful parking and i quickly hit d reverse gear.... the next thing i know... "BAnG!!"   i hit d pole (its more of a wall la..) beside d parking box....hell! Save ur ears!!!!!!! my bro started... lol!!!! keep scolding me, throw all sorts of words to me.. (i was deaf at that time)Well, it just happened... no big deal man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la, everyone was safe... except d car, there was a scar in d rear bumper d....&lt;br /&gt;id say its quite deep la... the feeling when i bang d pole?? nth much.... it slike ur playing Need For Speed and u bang the car infront.... the analog controler just vibrates for a while xD   den at that time there was this security guard sitting there.... he was looking at me with this amazing yet stunned eyes..... hey dude, none of ur buisness la..... continue to sleep ! =.=&lt;br /&gt;okay i admit, maybe im lack of skills... a little... well, hopefully ill be mroe careful next time =(  its mua first bang, felt like a bird now..... hehe  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ picture will be updated tomorrow ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-4586376232143224677?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/4586376232143224677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=4586376232143224677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4586376232143224677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4586376232143224677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-afternoon-on-mua-way-2-gym.html' title='This afternoon, on mua way 2 Gym.........'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-1918748531813865299</id><published>2008-10-19T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:14:51.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday morning</title><content type='html'>well, haha... sems like no body wanna go for the finals after all...&lt;br /&gt;so now im sitting at home wtching movies and playing games.&lt;br /&gt;how bored =(    yeah, lifes like that~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haih.. today im quite lazy, ill jsut stop here la...  =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-1918748531813865299?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1918748531813865299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=1918748531813865299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1918748531813865299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1918748531813865299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday morning'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-8268075590753005045</id><published>2008-10-18T14:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T15:37:24.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utar Brains &amp; Bronze (day 1)</title><content type='html'>wow, today was totaly wacked!~~!!!&lt;br /&gt;We went join the utar Brins &amp; Bronze activity. me, Janesh, ying shen, amira and priya... yumi came along today, but she wassnt playing... so throughout the game, she just sit there waiting for us...Awwwwww, poor thing~~~ =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started at 9 in d morning... there were many lectures and students there, and i cant blif rajamala and miss koir was there too... wow, im damn semangat to play d, after seeing them.... they announce d rules and stuffs, it was like 3 station games and we have to complete all the 3 stations in order to pass this game and move on to the finals ( which will be choosen 15 out of d 25 teams to go to the finals...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 3 types of challeges in todays game... (1) IQ test... basicly we just have to answer 25 iq questions... as u can such genious and smart guy like me would have no broblem doing em.. lol....  (2) the Fear Factor thing... (thats what we called it la...) they gave us 5 cups of "cocktail" to finish up within a certian period of time... if we manage to finish it up in time, we get the marks... if not, 2 bad la =(            den the (3)oligami (paper folding....) at first i tot wth.... this will be a piece of cake la... but it was really damn damn hard... the hardest was the level 3, to fold 100 stars and make a pantagon box wif a cover and a pine apple and bla bla bla la....within 1 hr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the game starts, we quickly rush to d neaest section from d entrance... and damn, it was the wrong room we went in to (oligami)..... there were 3 levels, the first one was easy.... den the second one is quite hard... but still manage to complete 80% la.. Den til the third one.... we really messed up la... we did everything half way and the time is up =(  but overal our marks are still high la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to station 2, which is d fear factor thingy~~ there are 5 cups on the table... first one is alot of chilli and liquids inside...Jannesh took it and finish up in just 6 sec.. wow, imagine that.. XD   he is the man la!!! after the first cup, he took the second cup and start drinking... The second one is said to be the Worst out of all!!  it consist of Raw EGG, mayonis, RAW rice and milk.. damn discusting when u look at it.. (i feel like pukeing) den third cup amira drank.. it was some vege juice consist of bitter gourd, some fruits(said to be rotten @.@) , and some more vege.... looks discusting and she puke some of it while drinking... she PUKE on miss koir... i cant imagine that!! =.=    den ying shern drank 1 cup which i dunno what was it.... and priya took the last one.... actually that suppose to be mine, but she took it instead cos it has no bad smells and looks ok la...(like oats or cereal la..)  She falled for it.... hHhaahha XD   den when she drank it... lol u can see the looks on her face... IT was wasabi in it... hahaha....anyway, i was damn lucky!!! i dint drink any of them.. cool~~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den to the last part, we did the quiz... it was piece of cake, but jannesh keep burping after drinking the chilli watter.. and man the smell was heavy... the smell is like after eating garlic and onions.... lol...  den we finished the whole race 11th...( only the top 3 gets extra points, and others nothing la...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were thinking of getting the 16 so we dont have to  come tmr.. cos its quite tireing and troublesome to come all the way to school for some stupid crap.... den when the results were out: First team...... Jannesh's Team....  we were like..... WAoooo, wth........we all were damn supprised.... so we guess that theres no more turning back la... we'll just come for tmr la... den the rest bla bla bla.. Ooh ya, meng leongg's team was in too~~~ but tooo bad for daniel's.. they lost and couldnt continue for tmrs finals....&lt;br /&gt;the day ended at 1, and we all went home safely~~~ No one died throughout d game, but plenty of sick ppl... haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all d best for tomorrow's finals~~  And man, that chilli &amp; garlic smell stinks! XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-8268075590753005045?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8268075590753005045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=8268075590753005045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/8268075590753005045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/8268075590753005045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/10/utar-brains-bronze-day-1.html' title='Utar Brains &amp; Bronze (day 1)'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-4305482848264564154</id><published>2008-10-13T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:43:38.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Driving Exam (2)</title><content type='html'>Yeah me.. Guess theres still hope in me la~~&lt;br /&gt;I passed my driving test.. but there were alot of drama in it =.=&lt;br /&gt;(to me it is la..lol )&lt;br /&gt;Through all the ahrd work and all the scolding by my 'retard' driving instructor, i finally manage to pass my driving test...(on my own that is) No rasuah or anything... not even using my charm or others ( cool lehh??!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is oso quite a miserable day la... I woke up at 6 den reach SDC at 7.30, cos my instructor told me to meet him there at that time to get all the particulars... So i did la, den he ffk me... i was waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting...... everyone gthered at the pondok adi, but im the only one sitting at the registeration counter waiting for d instuctor like a dumb ass.... (=.=) Finally he came at about 8.40 and iw as the last one to take the number... imagine that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den luckly meet some friends there, phoebe n jo yew... man im glad to see them :)&lt;br /&gt;we chit chat a lil to pass time while waitin for d number.... at that time my heart was pounding heavily..Lol... ( i did the "naik bukit" first )&lt;br /&gt;Den when we gathered at the pondok waiting for cars to use, i rmb what my instructor told me - *fucker*: "Remember to pick the No.8 car.."&lt;br /&gt;Eventualy i dint, cos the car was occupied by a bastard.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a distance till my turn to do the "naik bukit"... So i took the time to practice the balancing part - by puting on the handbreak and do the balance thingy.&lt;br /&gt;The car was like *bouncing bouncing*.. (like someone making love inside the car =.= )&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a way to get others attention oso =)&lt;br /&gt;The car was new, so its hard to find the C - spot ( dirty minded bastards, C spot is clutch spot la.. not G spot... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after passing the mountain, i went to the parking... Damn, my lakes were shaking at that moment... Its liek i cant control'em, they were pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing the clutch... i even need to switch legs to press it... Maybe its due to my over-nervousness or maybe its just a leg cramp.... :)&lt;br /&gt;( Are you kiddint me??  y would i be nervous.. im Da Pro ya know??! B-) )&lt;br /&gt;Den when i apssed everything, it was abt 10.30 and i need to wait for the "on the road".... wow, i dint expect it to be that long... till taht time, all my nervous and scared feeling adi gone... its sleepy feeling d... =.=&lt;br /&gt;i almost fall asleep in d canteen.. den till my turn d, it was abt 2... so i jsut sat in d car and drive la =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went the B road and did some balancing... i purpously made the engin sound so that he knows im doing the balancing... ( the sound when u press alot of oil and dint let go of the clutch ) den he look at me with the weard eyes... (O.O) and i jsut smile back to him.. LOl... So, yeah... i passed it with a 18/20 marks ( it suppose to be 20/20, they dont wanna give me full cos they dont want to make me too proud =( ... But I Still Am...WaKAkakakakaaa )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it still issnt worth.... Being scolded with foul words every single minute within d 10 hrs classes...( and the worst thing is that you cannot fight back/takl back.. =.= ) &lt;br /&gt;overall, im still the pro guy... @.@  Thanks to me and mua efforts~~~ &lt;br /&gt;So whos on for clubbing??? Thursday night, ladies night... XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-4305482848264564154?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/4305482848264564154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=4305482848264564154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4305482848264564154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4305482848264564154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-driving-exam-2.html' title='My Driving Exam (2)'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-2766411478758788966</id><published>2008-10-10T10:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:49:50.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a Cool Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>yesterday was quite a day... Farain invited us to her house for raya thingy&lt;br /&gt;So we were expected to reach her house at 12.. Haha, its quite funny when think back abt it... So there were 4 of us going, jannesh,yuma,me and amirah.. after getting on jannesh car at bangsar station,we head towards our frens house which we have totaly no idea where is it... At first, amirah - the smart one - said she knew the way, so we dint really bother bout the locations and so... So everyone were enjoying the ride.. &lt;br /&gt;Den after some time, the ssmart one announced that we are lost... wth... den she bring us to some unknown place, and we started to ask people around us,... There was once, we stop at some side of the road. Then a traffic police came to our car, we tot he was giving us a saman or sth... den we asked him for directions and he explained it clearly... pheww, close one.. =\ there were few times we nerely went reallly out of track, Den quickly find the nearest u-turn.... LOl...  we started to make calls in d middle of d road.... farain was another, her directions were 'fantastic' and it was like the second smart one... Haha&lt;br /&gt;So in d end, it took us abt 1 hr to reach the place..... cool rite?&lt;br /&gt;At her house, we meet her mom and ocos, heself.... The food was fantastic, prepared by her mom la Obviously  =P... There were rendang ayams,ketupats, fried mee hooon,char kueh tiao and "mutton" - act was beef, bit i dint know (=.=)... who cares la, i just ate 1 piece... =)&lt;br /&gt;Den after d meal, we chit-chat d whole time.. went into her room and look at some of her baby pics... den watch TV and surf net for a while... haha... although it may sound boring, but we certianly enjoyed ourselves at that time.... den bla bla bla... den we head back home at bout 4-5... It was quite a Hari Raya to me la, so guess raya isnt such a bad thing afterall =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-2766411478758788966?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/2766411478758788966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=2766411478758788966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2766411478758788966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/2766411478758788966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/10/cool-hari-raya.html' title='a Cool Hari Raya'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-6865869068877724949</id><published>2008-10-02T00:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:08:47.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at Star Bookstore</title><content type='html'>After gym, me,my bro and my mum went to star bookstore to borrow some books...&lt;br /&gt;(ss2 one...) as we were flipping through the books, the shop keeper suddenly shouted at us "excuse me, we dont allow people reading books here.. if u wanna read, please pay at our counter" (it was in chinese btw..) &lt;br /&gt;Fuck him... we arnt reading, we are just flipping through the books man.. and there are other ppl in d room, whats his problem??!! &lt;br /&gt;Den my mom went to him and fight back.. shes the man when it comes to fighting!! (not literaly la, mouth to mouth fight..) she demanded for the guys name and number, den she wanted to see the boss or the higher authorities.. i said, LOL.. lets just foget bout it man.. but she insisted&lt;br /&gt;They fight for some time and when the situation turned from bad to worst, the shop keeper called his head (still not the boss..) and explained d situation.. He was damn freaked out btw, judging by the looks on his face...&lt;br /&gt;Den my mom said she wanna stop d membership and withdraw all money inside... omg!!&lt;br /&gt;It deosnt have to end this way....den talk and talk and bla bla bla... After that everything went cool... my mom said its ok la, we'll keep d membership card.. but we are not comming back here anymore...fuck it.. they can kiss our asses man!!&lt;br /&gt;LOL...and my mom was damn cool~~~  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-6865869068877724949?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/6865869068877724949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=6865869068877724949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/6865869068877724949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/6865869068877724949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/10/star-bookstore.html' title='at Star Bookstore'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-8531143776205893577</id><published>2008-09-29T15:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:43:09.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>During hols</title><content type='html'>Its damn boring staying at home..&lt;br /&gt;dota every single day&lt;br /&gt;wth?? anyone, call me out man!!!!&lt;br /&gt;its like rotting here...&lt;br /&gt;where are all my bros when i need them.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;everyday i on my com, &lt;br /&gt;put my phone infront of me,&lt;br /&gt;on my msn and skype,&lt;br /&gt;den sit there waiting for ppl to call..&lt;br /&gt;u cant imagine how bored my days are...&lt;br /&gt;everyone out there are enjoyin themselves&lt;br /&gt;except me..&lt;br /&gt;i planned on working but in d end...&lt;br /&gt;haizzz..............................&lt;br /&gt;anyone whos working rite now can help me out?&lt;br /&gt;need to find a job..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-8531143776205893577?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/8531143776205893577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=8531143776205893577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/8531143776205893577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/8531143776205893577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/09/during-hols.html' title='During hols'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-3196966373647662762</id><published>2008-09-22T11:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:16:47.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Drivin Exam  (1)</title><content type='html'>The night b4 i was damn nervous..&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep and cant stop thinking abt it&lt;br /&gt;i try to memorise the road.&lt;br /&gt;u cant imagine how my instructor is to me,&lt;br /&gt;He used to scold me jibai words like "fuck you" &lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, some cantonese words too~&lt;br /&gt;there was once, he even wack me.. &lt;br /&gt;like fuck, i really feel like counter him back!&lt;br /&gt;so u can imagine how much pressure is on me when exam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was a night b4 d driving test...&lt;br /&gt;cant sleep.... i went to bed at 12... watch the time as it passes..&lt;br /&gt;1.. 1:30.. 2... 3... Damn, y am i not asleep yet??!!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;den the next thing i knew, my alarm rang at 6:30 and i woke up&lt;br /&gt;no mood to eat or drink anything... &lt;br /&gt;my heart was punding and i feel damn sick.... &lt;br /&gt;finding all kinds of excuses to run away, but u cant cheat urself rite?&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah... just do it la... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i reach SDC, my instructor told me that my name WAS NOT IN D LIST..&lt;br /&gt;MCB.... he told me i need to come back after d Raya.. which is on 13&lt;br /&gt;those malay bastards... fuck those staffs who work inside man!!!&lt;br /&gt;im all set and prepared, den they tell me that they fogot to key in my name&lt;br /&gt;Wasted my time to go there and wasted my money..!!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You oo0oo &lt;br /&gt;its not like stereotyping or what, Malays are malays la.. &lt;br /&gt;typical malays.. lazy and forgetful bastards&lt;br /&gt;( damn, i hope i dint offend anyone... =.= )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lets wait for 13 October to come la...&lt;br /&gt;" My Drivin Exam (1) "  - To Be Continue -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-3196966373647662762?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/3196966373647662762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=3196966373647662762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/3196966373647662762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/3196966373647662762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-drivin-exam-1.html' title='My Drivin Exam  (1)'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-1244888455303885563</id><published>2008-09-21T21:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:39:25.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late for exam---&gt; resit  =\</title><content type='html'>It was on friday..&lt;br /&gt;i remember my exam timetable wrote 1400 (2p.m.)&lt;br /&gt;so i was studyin the whole morning..&lt;br /&gt;den i went to school at 10.30 and called my friends..&lt;br /&gt;everyone seemed to switch off their phone..&lt;br /&gt;den i go check out d readin room.. it was empty..&lt;br /&gt;den i go vheck d ict.. also empty..&lt;br /&gt;den i say to my self.. damn, izzit me or izzit that today no exam..&lt;br /&gt;den i think and think..&lt;br /&gt;ooh my god, could it be that nows the exam? cos everything came to sense...&lt;br /&gt;everyones phone is off,no one in ict or reading room,the whole school is silent...&lt;br /&gt;and i even went to check d b3 but it wassnt our class havin exam..&lt;br /&gt;den i waited at ict.. continue 2 study my WPD..&lt;br /&gt;den saw 1 of our class mate and she told me&lt;br /&gt;"wa, u oso so fast finish.. easy?"&lt;br /&gt;den i said... "damn.... it was now??"&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i quickly went to find Edwin and explain the situation..&lt;br /&gt;he couldnt do nth.. den make a big fuss...&lt;br /&gt;even theres 30min left and he dont let me in.. oo0oo&lt;br /&gt;many lecturers were there... bla bla bla...&lt;br /&gt;i was told to go meet the office.. find mr wesly&lt;br /&gt;it was rainin and i rushed to PE block immediately&lt;br /&gt;told d office and went back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hell of a day, dint sit for exam and i went back...&lt;br /&gt;The feelin was... everyone is free and enjoying their hols..&lt;br /&gt;im sufferin, still carryin a burden...teacher told me i need to resit the paper next sem.. it was like fuck, wif d sem1??? nvm, at least its this year rite..?&lt;br /&gt;so in conclusion... i nvr check for d new timetable and dint know abt d change of time... no one inform me oso..&lt;br /&gt;And that day i was damn pissed.. i fucked my friends and blamed them for not tellin me..&lt;br /&gt;Sry guys.. its my bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-1244888455303885563?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1244888455303885563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=1244888455303885563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1244888455303885563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1244888455303885563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/09/late-for-exam-resit.html' title='late for exam---&gt; resit  =\'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-4323033242425184106</id><published>2008-09-16T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:34:23.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>yesterday was like damn stress&lt;br /&gt;after gym, i went straight home and sleep.. =.=&lt;br /&gt;den woke up at 9 something... kf call me dota..&lt;br /&gt;den i said, yeah, y not...&lt;br /&gt;dim ji we played till 2 something.. wth...&lt;br /&gt;y dota time past so fast??&lt;br /&gt;its like a blink of an eye...&lt;br /&gt;d other way round,&lt;br /&gt;y during exam week, the time is like taking ofrever man..&lt;br /&gt;how come?? there must be a scientific explanation for this queston!&lt;br /&gt;damn... i wish exam is like dota..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ya, and the marketing paper was damn hard.. after d exam, i go n check and most of my answers were wrong.. wtf !@#%^&amp; !!!&lt;br /&gt;nvm, ill see u guys next sem too~~ hahahahha... lol... im dman bad XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-4323033242425184106?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/4323033242425184106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=4323033242425184106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4323033242425184106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4323033242425184106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-4358733427561300322</id><published>2008-09-14T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:56:11.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsthand Serenade - Fall for you(marketing)</title><content type='html'>Best thing bout tonights that were not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;could it be that we had to study d whole nite...&lt;br /&gt;i know u dont think that i can do it&lt;br /&gt;i know u think that i will go play Dota..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hold ur breath&lt;br /&gt;because tonight will b the night that ill finish marketing&lt;br /&gt;To go for exam&lt;br /&gt;dont make me change my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Or i wont live to see another day&lt;br /&gt;i swear its true&lt;br /&gt;Because the "A" im waiting for's impossible to find&lt;br /&gt;And ur impossible to find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Tmr is mkt exam and i have no mood on studyin..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking abt mis. koir and it makes me feel sad... &lt;br /&gt;i wont let u down miss, i promis!!  XD&lt;br /&gt;HAhAaaHA... Today msg her but she dint reply, damn.. cant blif she did that to me&lt;br /&gt;I tot mkt was on tues but turns out to be...TMR &lt;br /&gt;haizz, fuck it... ill just start my study at night la..&lt;br /&gt;Chao, sleepin.. zzZzz **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-4358733427561300322?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/4358733427561300322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=4358733427561300322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4358733427561300322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/4358733427561300322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/09/firsthand-serenade-fall-for.html' title='Firsthand Serenade - Fall for you(marketing)'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-1630218197981849206</id><published>2008-09-13T14:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:35:03.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new blog - My World, My Game (fuck the old one.. =.=)</title><content type='html'>Woow, finally i get to rest in peace~&lt;br /&gt;I knwo this blog is full of dust d..&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly something just inspired me&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why i have this feel on typing..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe is cos i jsut read my frens blog..&lt;br /&gt;found out that blog is something to release ur energy on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... its just like a punching bag for you to fuck..&lt;br /&gt;YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!@#!$##!@%#$#^^@^%%$&lt;br /&gt;@!#!@# I FUCKING HATE y!#$%$^^2&lt;br /&gt;UR D %#$43243623@$346AFA46@&lt;br /&gt;cHAO5$%#@572 SUCK MY 24325%^$#57&lt;br /&gt;DAMN@#$56 SHIT %$^#&amp;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID@#$@&amp;(*()* FUCK!@#$!ER&amp;^%*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. i just dont get it..&lt;br /&gt;Last year im jsut a nobody&lt;br /&gt;nobody give a fuck before,&lt;br /&gt;all they did was just doupt me&lt;br /&gt;now everyone is just fucking up on me..&lt;br /&gt;Its like im theirs to utilize..&lt;br /&gt;Or like i owe'em something&lt;br /&gt;why r they doing this to me..&lt;br /&gt;y they keep looking up to me&lt;br /&gt;whY am i so miserable?&lt;br /&gt;feel like screamin infront of em&lt;br /&gt;pointin them d finger and fuck them in d face&lt;br /&gt;get them out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;and put a bullet to their heads&lt;br /&gt;These lil boys n girls..&lt;br /&gt;boy girls who make me sick&lt;br /&gt;fuck off and get a life&lt;br /&gt;why ppl wanna care about me&lt;br /&gt;cant they understand me&lt;br /&gt;why cant they jsut look into me&lt;br /&gt;and not looking AT me&lt;br /&gt;im me, so what the fuck..&lt;br /&gt;cnat i do what i want to?&lt;br /&gt;why they keep asking when i talk bout myself&lt;br /&gt;why they wan to know so much bout me&lt;br /&gt;this deosnt make sense&lt;br /&gt;they dont care about me&lt;br /&gt;They dont give a damn bout me&lt;br /&gt;they dont dare to beat me&lt;br /&gt;and they dont dare to give a fuckjust like me&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i jsut wanna confes&lt;br /&gt;that i have this fucking attitude inside&lt;br /&gt;its like a metamorphesis inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;turn into another guy with a pissed off mind&lt;br /&gt;although i seem like a nice guy outside&lt;br /&gt;but i truely am..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i jsut love this fucking attitude..&lt;br /&gt;cos whenever im sad or felt alone,&lt;br /&gt;ill use these energy to make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;to make me look stronger and to be stronger&lt;br /&gt;ill punch the wall to see how d adrenelin feet&lt;br /&gt;or mess things up just to see who would fuck me&lt;br /&gt;and who dares to, ill beat the fuck out of'em&lt;br /&gt;why must ppl suffer in this world&lt;br /&gt;why must they suffer from other ppls control&lt;br /&gt;why cant we just be free and taste the freedom &lt;br /&gt;why others are getting what i couldnt&lt;br /&gt;y am i admiring others...&lt;br /&gt;this fucking world, its just not fair&lt;br /&gt;all u've ever wanted will jsut vanish infront of you..&lt;br /&gt;or seeing them passed by just before ur eyes..&lt;br /&gt;you cannot turn back..&lt;br /&gt;cos d game has no reseet button.. u jsut fuck it..&lt;br /&gt;misserable days,unfair life,fucking existance&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to be this way,&lt;br /&gt;i wan life, i want the game, i want to control&lt;br /&gt;and i want to rule my game...&lt;br /&gt;Man, its like talking to myself..&lt;br /&gt;sitting in this dark empty room&lt;br /&gt;starring at my computer screen&lt;br /&gt;looking at the damn old blog and started typing shits all over&lt;br /&gt;im sufferin in my own shitty house&lt;br /&gt;with fuckin parents who only cares abt others than me..&lt;br /&gt;issit me or is the world going upside down&lt;br /&gt;collage issnt any diff..&lt;br /&gt;pretty bitches,cant u see im jsut not interested?&lt;br /&gt;its over and i have nothin 2do wif ya&lt;br /&gt;so go on, get a life..&lt;br /&gt;fuck off and dont bother me&lt;br /&gt;god bless me.. bless me with things that i wanted&lt;br /&gt;Bless me.. bles me with a peaceful mind&lt;br /&gt;so i can rest in peace forever..&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for what i've done..&lt;br /&gt;To erase myself.. and cross out what ive become&lt;br /&gt;and give me the strength and confidence to deal wif things&lt;br /&gt;things that happened in my life..&lt;br /&gt;and d things that im donna face in d future..&lt;br /&gt;in this world, in this game,&lt;br /&gt;people win and lose.. &lt;br /&gt;the reason y they do is because,&lt;br /&gt;they dont know how to control..&lt;br /&gt;cos:&lt;br /&gt;life is like a game... &lt;br /&gt;either u b the player, or being played..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out~~ \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-1630218197981849206?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1630218197981849206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=1630218197981849206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1630218197981849206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1630218197981849206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-new-blog-my-world-my-game-fuck-old.html' title='My new blog - My World, My Game (fuck the old one.. =.=)'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-823617980335595881</id><published>2008-09-12T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:40:44.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>hello, =)&lt;br /&gt;wow, this blog is like... full of dust man..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to delete this d, but after thinking for some time...&lt;br /&gt;its like.. awww, poor thing...&lt;br /&gt;den i try to think back, we had spent so many time and moments together..&lt;br /&gt;its like, when were asleep, we also think about us...&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to put this.. but its just magical..&lt;br /&gt;i cannot live without you..&lt;br /&gt;whenever im alone, i have nothing to express myself&lt;br /&gt;and nothing to talk with, although ur not a good talker or what,&lt;br /&gt;but ur a good listener.. ull always listens to what im saying&lt;br /&gt;and never give me comments and never say "no" to me..&lt;br /&gt;HAhaaha... thank you for givin me so much memory.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog~~ my world, my game... XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-823617980335595881?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/823617980335595881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=823617980335595881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/823617980335595881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/823617980335595881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-7311548389439689577</id><published>2008-05-09T19:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:36:34.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends or Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That day when i was chatting wif my secondary school friend, we came across this topic.. "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friends or family&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;".Which side would u choose,between friends OR family?? (you cant choose two..only ONE ) She said that she rather want family more than friends.. She said that if her world is without friends,it would be more happier.. =.=Seriously, are you mad?? whats so fun wif family?? She said that, mabe i am not close wif my family.. Yeah, mabe...? Lets talk about my "happy family".. I have a father, a mother, an elder brother, n 2 younger brothers.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets start wif my father. My father ( a.k.a the working machine.. =P )... A family couldnt survive without a strong and stable "pole" supporting its little sticks rite? =P Yeah, i have to agree that hes indeed a hardworking breadwinner in the house.. But everyday hes working.. even have to work on sundays.. He goes to work at 8 in the morning and comes home at 9.30 (if there wer no other activities like meeting his business partners or smthing ) If there wer, he would be home at about 11.30 or 12.. sometimes even after 12.. We seldom has a chance to sit in the same table and have dinner together or have the chance to even say gudnite.. When hes at home, we wouldnt have much of a conversation.. Usually when we do, he will be doing his lecture and i'll be the "attentive student" (put on my head phone and : "wth?? u talking to me?? or my bros??" ) He never talks to us about our things or what happen in our school or smthing... All he cares are : 1) houseworks 2)studies 3)future 4)and his work...Whenever he has alot of stress on his work, hell just release his frustations on us.. ( We'r Innocent, man!!!!) Sometimes, ill use my "ultimate skill" on him -- ask a stupid question or try to change the topic.. XD ( it works, Sometimes... =.= ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One thing that i hate abt him is that he smokes, but funny that he doesnt drink( he Dont drink bear/wine/liquor.. not even a sip of it =.=)..There was once, we Bet on my SPM results. He said that if i got 5A or above, hell quit smoking.. In the end? Arrrrrrrrrrrrggg...!!! I got 4 only!!!!!!!! T_T Too bad, but i think he wouldnt stop even if i got 5A la.. lol.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mother,the kind and loving one...Well, shes also a businessman like my dad.. oops, a business woman, i should say.. =P Sometime shes to 7+1 about our things, but nvm la~~ ill discuss &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; everything wif her..shes a gud listener and a gud suggester... Oways comes to a conclusion..But i hate it when she couldnt agree something wif dad..(because she always stands on her own opinion. -.- )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then theres my elder bro..Hes 1 yr older than me..Hes currently studyin form6 (i know, wow rite? Form6 isnt a place for humans to stay.. XD ) I remember when we were small, we used to play basketball togetheror do watever stuffs together.. I would never forget &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. That time was when we were in primary school... The times when we used to play basketball at the court outside our house..Sometimes well also go to our friends court and join them to play..( its not far, so usually we walk there.. =P ) Haizz~ Those times, those memories.. just inexplicable... Now?? all he cares are his gf and the petrol in his car... :P Did i missed out anything?? Ooh ya, his credit in his mobile.. XD Now, whenever i ask him out to play ball or going gym (at least to accompany me or drive me there), hes best words are : "duwan la, lazy.." Wish we were still small,so i can still be wif him whenever we do anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At last, My younger bros..One is 15 and another is 13..Their activities at home? Theyll do anything just to sit infront of the computer..Hey! Guess what, they could even &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;secrifice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; their meals just to play the damn thing... cool?? I wonder how they cope their studies... Nahh... in their minds, studies are what?? just a thing my dad oways whining abt.. =.= Sometimes i wonder what r they gonna do when they finish their schooling lives..As a bro, we should sometiems consider'em rite??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. nvm la~ as a bro, its my duty to rear them in future(when i finish my degree n found a job) ..lol... XD&lt;br /&gt;So...in a Nut Shell, ill choose &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; for now.... Who knows, mabe my familys lifestyle will change?? :( I dunno.. but ill do my best to bring my family closer together, Thast for sure~~ :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-7311548389439689577?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/7311548389439689577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=7311548389439689577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7311548389439689577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/7311548389439689577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends-or-family.html' title='Friends or Family'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6949949129917909560.post-1307659134117759970</id><published>2008-04-20T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:00:58.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;========================&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My first Blog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;=========================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello&lt;/strong&gt; everyone !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Thanks for visiting my blog.. This is my first time opening one and im not very used to sharing my stories to the WORLD yet, but ill try my best.. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Hmm... before i start, i want to record the day i first created my blog,which is today &lt;strong&gt;(20/04/2008)&lt;/strong&gt; okay, recorded.. Yeayy...!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Okay, so first i want to thank my friends for influencing me in opening my own blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;At first, i tot blogging was a waste of time... but then i found that it is actually quite fun.. You can share your feelings and stories with your friends, and sometimes even some unknown peoples will view them.. After reading ur stories, they can leave a comment... So sometimes when you have any personal questions, you can also ask them through blog~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Hmm.. so for the comming topics ill share wif u my stories~ (stories that happened in my life , my school , my friends &amp;amp; family , and my future~~~~~~ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;========&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You See, You Read, and You Forget About It&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;==========&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;=======================&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Deal?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;==============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6949949129917909560-1307659134117759970?l=wenkit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/feeds/1307659134117759970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6949949129917909560&amp;postID=1307659134117759970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1307659134117759970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6949949129917909560/posts/default/1307659134117759970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wenkit.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-blog.html' title='my first blog'/><author><name>Ur Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989373299593405779</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XhtQ2QxFwME/S8HJOVg7RRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_ey-ybEdHSE/S220/Snapshot_20100410_8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
