<?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-29171455</id><updated>2011-09-29T01:44:37.297+08:00</updated><category term='Personal'/><category term='moments'/><category term='Tales/Stories'/><category term='2moons'/><category term='Dota'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Extraordinary'/><category term='Swinburne'/><category term='Vent'/><category term='Clubs'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Anime'/><category term='Cabal'/><category term='Life'/><category term='World'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Clips'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Past'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Uncategorized'/><category term='Epilogue?'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Jokes'/><category term='love'/><category term='Unique Experience'/><title type='text'>The dawning of a new day</title><subtitle type='html'>Here lies a serene spot where I leave trails of happenings in my life, sharing all joy and sorrows with my close ones and friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-901894317110003906</id><published>2010-12-31T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T23:24:25.930+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moments'/><title type='text'>45 minutes before 2011</title><content type='html'>2010, so much had happened this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so many to write about but no idea where to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know that the most memorable event to me took place on March the 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this girl that I want to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;for being very understanding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;for being very patient, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;for being very kind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;for being very sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;and for all the sweet surprises that you gave to me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thank you dear :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Hoping that the year 2011 will be a smooth sail ahead for all of us ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-5546617596852485836</id><published>2010-06-26T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T19:44:19.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I like my new template...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Thanks baby =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-5546617596852485836?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/5546617596852485836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=5546617596852485836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5546617596852485836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5546617596852485836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-like-my-new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-5275976043582874862</id><published>2010-06-16T01:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:44:17.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Long long post... lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After reading through all my blog posts... I realized two things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- The existing pictures are stretched out and looks weird after I used a new theme for my blogspot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;- A long list of lame jokes and memories which I had forgotten, are now refreshed. (failed to recall a small portion of it as I like to write in secret codes or meanings last time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;At many times, it is best we just forgive and forget. Some say forgiving and forgetting is easy, but I believe many people will agree with me that forgetting is hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I harbor no more hatred for what had happened to me during my secondary school years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it was one of the worst secondary school life one could ever hope for.. Unlike everyone who enjoyed their school life before progressing onward to campus life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"Constant suffering"&lt;/span&gt; would be the right word to describe and summarize my secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Those were the days...&lt;/span&gt; but now I really harbor no more hatred or resentment towards my school life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to smile again... =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the past to embrace the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Don't hate your secondary school  life... ok?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*nods  head* and I will always keep that in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only the first day and I already miss you very much baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I just want you to know that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life... ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, do you still remember which team we both supported when we were in Form 2? I still remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this entry on my June 2006 blog entry which goes like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World Cup rules for girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIST OF RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. From 9 June to 9  July 2006, you should read the sport pages so you are aware of what's  going on regarding the World Cup and will be able to join in  conversations. If you fail to do this, you'll be looked at in a bad way  or be totally ignored. DO NOT complain about not receiving any  attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. During the World Cup the television is mine, mine,  mine at all times - without any exceptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. I don't mind if  you have to pass by in front of the TV during a game - as long as you do  it crawling on the floor and without distracting me. If you decide to  stand naked in front of the TV, make sure you put clothes on right after  because if you catch a cold, I won't have time to take you to the  doctor or look after you during the World Cup month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. During  the games I will be blind, deaf and mute - unless I require a refill of  my drink or something to eat. You are out of your mind if you expect me  to listen to you, open the door, answer the telephone, or pick up the  baby that just fell from the second floor....it won't happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5.  It would be a good idea for you to keep at least two six packs in the  fridge at all times, as well as plenty of things to nibble on. And  please do not make any funny faces to my friends when they come over to  watch the games. In return, you will be allowed to use the TV between  12am and 6am, unless they replay a good game that I missed during the  day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. Please, please, please if you see me upset because one of  my teams is losing, DO NOT say "get over it, its only a game" or "don't  worry, they'll win next time". If you say these things, you will only  make me angrier and I will love you less. Remember, you will never ever  know more about football than me and your so called "words of  encouragement" will only lead to a break-up or divorce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. You  are welcome to sit with me to watch one game and you can talk to me  during half-time but only when the adverts are on, and only if the score  is pleasing me. In addition, please note I am saying "one" game, hence  do not use the World Cup as a nice cheesy excuse to "spend time  together".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. Most importantly, making love is out of the  question during the entire month. It has to be a 'quickie' and that has  to be during half-time as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. The replays of the goals are  very important. I don't care if I have seen them or I haven't seen them,  I want to see them again. Many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. Tell your friends NOT  to have any babies, or any other child related parties or gatherings  that requires my attendance because:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a) I will not go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;b) I will  not go, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;c) I will not go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. But, if a friend of mine  invites us to his house on a Sunday to watch a game, we will be there in  a flash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. The daily World Cup highlights show on TV every  night is just as important as the games themselves. Do not even think  about saying "but you have already seen this...why don't you change the  channel to something we can all watch?" The reply will be: "Refer to  Rule #2 of this list".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13. And finally, please save your  expressions such as "Thank God the World Cup is only every 4 years". I  am immune to these words, because after this comes the Champions League,  Italian League, Spanish League, English Premier League, etc etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank  you for your cooperation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Men of the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;P.S: I'm not a football fan so the above doesn't applies to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-5275976043582874862?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6571261644554038552</id><published>2010-05-31T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:31:56.192+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I just know of something that impacted me greatly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You know I know ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6571261644554038552?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6571261644554038552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7976885188441440016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7976885188441440016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2010/05/begone-my-old-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-2912116873328516088</id><published>2010-05-04T21:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:37:00.657+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>In less than 24 hours from now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;She will be back in Kuching...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*Happy and Excited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Miss her very much ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-2912116873328516088?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/2912116873328516088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=2912116873328516088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2912116873328516088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2912116873328516088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-less-than-24-hours-from-now.html' title='In less than 24 hours from now...'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-5264039610933709046</id><published>2010-04-20T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:03:10.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning, I did not greet a friend who greeted me and I greeted a stranger who looked at me with a "question mark face" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Maybe I need to wear spectacles all the time instead of during lecture period? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Did I become blur ki? O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I have some words for two of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Firstly, for this friend of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Many days or even weeks back you lack courage. Please do not carry on having the negative mindset, always think positively and you will see everything in a different perspective.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now I'm glad to see that you have improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Secondly for another friend of mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;You feel that the world is against you, you say that nobody cared about you and that you always have to bear all the burden and anger of the rest. I do not know what actually happened. But if you only keep everything to yourself, how would the world know what you are thinking of and how you feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;A burden shared is divided; A laughter shared is multiplied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;15 more days remaining ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-5264039610933709046?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/5264039610933709046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=5264039610933709046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5264039610933709046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5264039610933709046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-morning-i-did-not-greet-friend-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6483257819537557321</id><published>2010-04-06T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T23:01:00.733+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;It has been quite some time already since I last blogged here. Most likely all this blog's followers left already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I found my other half many weeks back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;She brought happiness into my life, all her words and actions never fail to make me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;She also brought warmth to my heart, removing my cold self that once reside in me many years back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I guess many people out there knows who she is already... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love her and treasure her very much ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6483257819537557321?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6483257819537557321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6483257819537557321&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6483257819537557321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6483257819537557321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-has-been-quite-some-time-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8184431368464366519</id><published>2010-03-18T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:06:41.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasuring</title><content type='html'>Maybe bad memories are meant to be removed away after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be content and treasure what you have, for what is given to you is yours, and what is not given to you will not be yours. Never ask for more, or you might lose what you originally have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8184431368464366519?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8184431368464366519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8184431368464366519&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8184431368464366519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8184431368464366519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2010/03/treasuring.html' title='Treasuring'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4803115069513985999</id><published>2009-12-21T18:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:59:59.979+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epilogue?'/><title type='text'>Epilogue.. ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm aware that this blog is growing mushrooms, lots of mushrooms to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to leave all the past behind and move on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, this blog will remain inactive until maybe I feel like blogging in the future again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;James Cameron : Avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Avatar is just another Deus Ex Machina movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flora reminds me of those corals under the sea and those floating mountains are of those found in fantasy games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am well aware that my statement of Avatar being disappointing is conflicting with the majority so i apologize beforehand first in case if you are offended. But then, everyone has their own point of views.. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4803115069513985999?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4803115069513985999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4803115069513985999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4803115069513985999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4803115069513985999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/12/epilogue.html' title='Epilogue.. ?'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-2828820588823385607</id><published>2009-10-04T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:01:05.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Of body tricks and drugs not to take while driving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not too long ago during one of the cell groups I attend, there’s this sharing on Matthew 7: 7-12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it meaningful and would like to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ask, Seek, Knock &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 7&lt;/span&gt; "Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. 8 For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds; and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; "Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt; Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt; If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt; So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken from biblegateway.com&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, when we ask God for something. We usually get these 3 answers: Yes, no and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our father in heaven knows what is best for each and every one of us, just as the scriptures say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 "Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone?&lt;br /&gt;10 Or if he asks for a fish, will give him a snake?&lt;br /&gt;11 If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should the answer be yes, Praise God; if the answer is wait, all we have to do is be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the answer is no, we should see things on a broader way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, what we are asking might be stone and snake instead of bread and fish. So obviously the answer is no as our Father in heaven wants the best for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this article about body facts which might be useful to all of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. If your throat tickles, scratch your ear! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When the nerves in the ear are stimulated, it creates a reflex in the throat that can cause a muscle spasm,” says Scott Schaffer, M.D., president of an ear, nose, and throat specialty center in Gibbsboro, New Jersey. “This spasm relieves the tickle.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Experience supersonic hearing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're stuck chatting up a mumbler at a party, lean in with your right ear. It's better than your left at following the rapid rhythms of speech, according to researchers at the UCLA David Geffen School of Medicine. If, on the other hand, you're trying to identify that song playing softly in the elevator, turn your left ear toward the sound. The left ear is better at picking up music tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Overcome your most primal urge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to pee? No bathroom nearby? You are male? Then fantasize...&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about sex preoccupies your brain, so you won't feel as much discomfort, says Larry Lipshultz, M.D., chief of male reproductive medicine at the Baylor College of Medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Feel no pain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German researchers have discovered that coughing during an injection can lessen the pain of the needle stick. According to Taras Usichenko, author of a study on the phenomenon, the trick causes a sudden, temporary rise in pressure in the chest and spinal canal, inhibiting the painconducting structures of the spinal cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Clear your stuffed nose! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest, quickest, and cheapest way to relieve sinus pressure is to alternately thrust your tongue against the roof of your mouth, then press between your eyebrows with one finger. This causes the vomer bone, which runs through the nasal passages to the mouth, to rock back and forth, says Lisa DeStefano, D.O., an assistant professor at the Michigan State University College of osteopathic medicine. The motion loosens congestion; After 20 seconds, you'll feel your sinuses start to drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Fight fire without water! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies have shown that patients who sleep on their left sides are less likely to suffer from acid reflux. The esophagus and stomach connect at an angle.&lt;br /&gt;When you sleep on your right, the stomach is higher than the esophagus, allowing food and stomach acid to slide up your throat. When you're on your left, the stomach is lower than the esophagus, so gravity's in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Cure your toothache without opening your mouth! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just rub ice on the back of your hand, on the V-shaped webbed area between your thumb and index finger. A Canadian study found that this technique reduces toothache pain by as much as 50 percent compared with using no ice. The nerve pathways at the base of that V stimulate an area of the brain that blocks pain signals from the face and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Make burns disappear! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you accidentally singe your finger on the stove, clean the skin and apply light pressure with the finger pads of your unmarred hand. Ice will relieve your pain more quickly, Dr. DeStefano says, but since the natural method brings the burned skin back to a normal temperature, the skin is less likely to blister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Stop the world from spinning! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One too many drinks left you dizzy? Put your hand on something stable. The part of your ear responsible for balance, the cupula, floats in a fluid of the same density as blood.&lt;br /&gt;“As alcohol dilutes blood in the cupula, the cupula becomes less dense and rises,” says Dr. Schaffer. This confuses your brain. The tactile input from a stable object gives the brain a second opinion, and you feel more in balance. Because the nerves in the hand are so sensitive, this works better than the conventional foot-on-the-floor wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Unstitch your side! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're like most people, when you run, you exhale as your right foot hits the ground.&lt;br /&gt;This puts downward pressure on your liver (which lives on your right side), which then tugs at the diaphragm and creates a side stitch, according to The Doctors Book of Home Remedies for Men. The fix: Exhale as your left foot strikes the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Stanch blood with a single finger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinching your nose and leaning back is a great way to stop a nosebleed if you don't mind choking on your own O positive. A more civil approach: Put some cotton on your upper gums just behind that small dent below your nose and press against it, hard.&lt;br /&gt;“Most bleeds come from the front of the septum, the cartilage wall that divides the nose,” says Peter Desmarais, M.D., an ear, nose, and throat specialist at Entabeni Hospital, in Durban, South Africa. “Pressing here helps stop them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Make your heart stand still! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to quell first date jitters? Blow on your thumb. The vagus nerve, which governs heart rate, can be controlled through breathing, says Ben Abo, an emergency medical services specialist at the University of Pittsburgh. It'll get your heart rate back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Thaw your brain! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much ice-cream too fast will freeze the brains of lesser men. As for you, press your tongue flat against the roof of your mouth, covering as much as you can. “Since the nerves in the roof of your mouth get extremely cold, your body thinks your brain is freezing, too,” says Abo. “In compensating, it overheats, causing an ice-cream headache.” The more pressure you apply to the roof of your mouth, the faster your headache will subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Prevent nearsightedness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor distance vision is rarely caused by genetics, says Anne Barber, O.D., an optometrist in Tacoma, Washington. “It's usually caused by nearpoint stress.” In other words, staring at your computer screen for too long. So flex your way to 20/20 vision. Every few hours during the day, close your eyes, tense your body, take a deep breath, and, after a few seconds, release your breath and muscles at the same time. Tightening and releasing muscles such as the biceps and glutes can trick involuntary muscles like&lt;br /&gt;the eyes into relaxing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Wake the dead! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your hand falls asleep while you're driving or sitting in an odd position, rock your head from side to side. It'll painlessly banish your pins and needles in less than a minute, says Dr. DeStefano. A tingly hand or arm is often the result of compression in the bundle of nerves in your neck; Loosening your neck muscles releases the pressure. Compressed nerves lower in the body govern the feet, so don't let your sleeping dogs lie. Stand up and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Impress your friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you're at a party, try this trick: Have a person hold one arm straight out to the side, palm down, and instruct him to maintain this position. Then place two fingers on his wrist and push down. He'll resist. Now have him put one foot on a surface that's a half inch higher (a few magazines) and repeat. This time his arm will cave like the French. By misaligning his hips, you've offset his spine, says Rachel Cosgrove, C.S.C.S., co-owner of Results Fitness, in Santa Clarita, California. Your brain senses that the spine is vulnerable, so it shuts down the body's ability to resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Breathe underwater! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're dying to retrieve that quarter from the bottom of the pool, take several short breaths first essentially, hyperventilate. When you're underwater, it's not a lack of oxygen that makes you desperate for a breath; It’s the buildup of carbon dioxide, which makes your blood acidic, which signals your brain that somethin' ain't right. “When you hyperventilate, the influx of oxygen lowers blood acidity,” says Jonathan Armbruster, Ph.D., an associate professor of biology at Auburn University. “This tricks your brain into thinking it has more oxygen.” It'll buy you up to 10 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Read minds! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your own! “If you're giving a speech the next day, review it before falling asleep,” says Candi Heimgartner, an instructor of biological sciences at the University of Idaho. Since most memory consolidation happens during sleep, anything you read right before bed is more likely to be encoded as long-term memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Some of them actually work, not sure about the rest though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally, visit this &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" href="http://fliiby.com/file/767685/eh27sh43op.html"&gt;= link =&lt;/a&gt; on the 10 drugs not to use while driving a car. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-2828820588823385607?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/2828820588823385607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=2828820588823385607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2828820588823385607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2828820588823385607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-body-tricks-and-drugs-not-to-take.html' title='Of body tricks and drugs not to take while driving'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-1718602240774950121</id><published>2009-09-13T19:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T20:03:51.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Mini-update II</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, seeing the same title over and over again for beauty pageants might become boring so someone made a new title for them, a unique one:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SqzeHiJgP_I/AAAAAAAABTY/rFSVQc5E5Vc/s1600-h/Miss-the-bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SqzeHiJgP_I/AAAAAAAABTY/rFSVQc5E5Vc/s400/Miss-the-bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380919875808018418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Do you want that title?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dad took me to OneTJ yesterday to buy 2 x 2GB RAM for my laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Upon purchasing, I have the doubts that the two pieces of ram might not be suitable for my laptop. (Not suitable will result in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Screen_of_Death"&gt;Blue Screen of Death aka BSOD&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we told the worker over there that we wanted to try installing the ram right on the spot in case the ram is incompatible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then the worker called a technician to come over to install the new RAM. He managed to remove the old RAM but the moment he installed the new one… PAK! It’s like something just snapped. Both me and my dad look worried and interfered to ensure that no damage is done to the slot or to the RAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to install the 2nd piece myself (which is under the keyboard) since I did install it for Kelvin many months back. Halfway through disassembling my laptop, I met Tony who came to collect information for his project/report. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the installation, dad told me to boot up the laptop to ensure that the RAMs are working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good news is that all went well, nothing is damaged, at least it’s not visible to the naked eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bad news is that my OS only detects 3.5GB of ram where it should have been 4GB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SqzYaf2bWYI/AAAAAAAABTQ/Zbdj_L-_FoI/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SqzYaf2bWYI/AAAAAAAABTQ/Zbdj_L-_FoI/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SqzYaf2bWYI/AAAAAAAABTQ/Zbdj_L-_FoI/s400/DSC00192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380913604538882434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the reason why I wanted new RAMs so badly, the price just keeps on increasing since the model is old and not mass-produced like before. Also, I'm going to format my laptop to Windows 7 and might need more RAM to optimize performance. (Just playing safe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time for a major cleanup, I’ve not formatted my laptop for more than a year. Lots of data and pictures to sort out, many to be thrown away. If one cannot let go of the old, how can one welcome the new?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-1718602240774950121?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/1718602240774950121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=1718602240774950121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1718602240774950121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1718602240774950121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/09/mini-update-ii.html' title='Mini-update II'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SqzeHiJgP_I/AAAAAAAABTY/rFSVQc5E5Vc/s72-c/Miss-the-bus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4368958310140994652</id><published>2009-09-10T23:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:22:29.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Text, text, text and more text</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Week 5 is coming to an end soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time flies, time really flies. It feels like I had been slacking these past 5 weeks, I haven’t accomplished anything significant yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="postbody_div"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; His request approved, the Fox News photographer quickly used a cell phone to call the local airport to charter a flight. He was told a twin engine plane would be waiting for him at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving at the airfield, he spotted a plane warming up outside a hanger. He jumped in with his bag, slammed the door shut, and shouted, 'Let's go'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot taxied out, swung the plane into the wind and took off. Once in the air, the photographer instructed the pilot, 'Fly over the valley and make low passes so I can take pictures of the fires on the hillsides.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why?' asked the pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Because I'm a photographer for Fox Cable News,' he responded. 'And I  need to get some close up shots.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot was strangely silent for a moment, finally he stammered, 'So, what you're telling me, is . .. you're NOT my flight instructor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Celeb to Binbo Taro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SqkVpIZ5sQI/AAAAAAAABTI/abjBbPSb6rE/s400/celeb+to+binbo+taro.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 398px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379855026245710082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This drama was introduced by Annie; it tells the story of a poor widowed father of 3 (Sato Taro) who is working hard to make ends meet while on the other side is an insanely rich girl (Mitazono Alice) who is able to spend lavishly. Fate entwines and both of them met each other when the girl is hiring a new driver for her limousine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Trying to make the two of them staying together is like trying to make both north and south poles to merge together because one spends as much as she likes while the other save every single bit that he could to feed his family. The two of them are met with lots of obstacles in life and a conflict that is able to humble Alice to live the life of a commoner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This story is something like Hana Yori Dango where there are those who are just so rich and those who are just so poor. The good thing about this story is there’s a twist in the finale - It shocked me when the finale preview shows that our hero died and Alice is pouring out her heart during his funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proposal Daisakusen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SqkVor4CUkI/AAAAAAAABTA/3_PJJy7XBmc/s400/proposal.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379855018587476546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This drama was introduced by Steven; It is about a young man who is unskilled in love. He took it for granted that he can propose to his childhood friend, Rei, anytime during the 14 years together. He was very wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story begins in a church where a young man (Iwase Ken) who watches hopelessly as the bride, his childhood friend and love (Yoshida Rei) about to get married to another man. After the wedding procedures, both the bride and the groom along with the guests entered the dining hall where a slide-show of Rei’s chronology took place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While the slide-show displays pictures of their childhood times to high school. Ken sees Rei’s sad face and beats his chest in regret, wishing that he is able to change his past. Out of a sudden, a radiant light shone on him (Insert choir singing) and a fairy appears! This fairy introduces himself as a fairy living in this church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He offered to send Ken back in time to correct his past “Ask, and you shall receive!” as long as he says the magic words (Hallelujah Chance!) while doing a funny pose. Reluctantly he agreed and the fairy sends him back. He did what he could to make Rei smile and succeeded. He was taken back to the present when a group photo was taken. It’s the most obvious way since he got sent back to the past through each photo slides displayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The fairy told him that one event alone is not enough to change her heart and as each episode of this drama goes on, he is sent back in time again and again to correct his past. Most of the time he succeeded in making Rei smile before getting sent back into the present. The only thing he failed to change was the fact that Rei is still going to get married with the same man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, he gave up trying to change his past for the present. Instead, he chose to change the present for the future. After 15 years, he summoned all his courage and finally proposed to her in front of the groom and guests, the groom noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks and gave her the chance to seek what she has in mind before questioning himself “What am I doing?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There we have the bride chasing over our protagonist and the finale ends. Disappointing isn’t it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proposal Daisakusen SP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I had not known of this episode, it is the continuation of where Proposal Daisakusen ended with a cliffhanger. One year had passed by but Ken and Rei are still unable to take the step forward while on the other hand, the focus is on their friends, another couple about to get married in Hawaii - Tsurumi Hisashi and Oku Eri. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the actual day, the bride went missing and only left a note saying “Doesn't know how Tsuru feels.” It is because she saw her groom-to-be flirting around with girls 1 week before their wedding. With regrets, Tsurumi and her parents apologized to all the guests because the wedding wasn’t a success and for them to come all the way to Hawaii.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Once again, the fairy appeared to him and gave him a chance to go back in time to warn his friend about what had happened on this very day. He went back in time trying to correct his past and to warn his friend. Jumping into conclusions can be very risky and damaging in most cases. The rest of the story is a very touching one; I wouldn’t say my time is wasted when I finished it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How nice would it be if we could go back in time, I for one has many things to correct, I live a life of regrets of the past. Whenever I reminisce into the past, there’s always a part of me who is unwilling to let it end like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Because of my indecisive personality in the past, I lost many chances, one by one. Some intentionally, some unintentionally. So now here I am, paying the price for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though I am able to let go most of them, there’s only one left that I am still unable to let go off. Maybe until the day that person found someone for herself then it’ll be the sign of courage to break the barrier and also the time for me to fade away from her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This afternoon, a power trip happened in Swinburne. Everyone at the rear section of the library groaned in dismay as most of us never insert the laptop battery while using our laptops. As for me, I happen to finish watching “Proposal Daisakusen” the moment it tripped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kelvin: “You are lucky, after the credits showed up then only the power trip.” (In mandarin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Swinburne got alot of problems hor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4368958310140994652?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4368958310140994652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4368958310140994652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4368958310140994652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4368958310140994652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/09/text-text-text-and-more-text.html' title='Text, text, text and more text'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SqkVpIZ5sQI/AAAAAAAABTI/abjBbPSb6rE/s72-c/celeb+to+binbo+taro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-1991403646906946748</id><published>2009-08-12T08:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T08:58:28.245+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Short update</title><content type='html'>Names&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James Bond has a special style of introducing himself by saying, 'Bond...', then followed by a charming smile &amp;amp; finally '...James Bond'. But recently James Bond doesn't use that style much. This is why -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Bond was travelling on a plane, and a South Indian guy sat next to him. Being the gentleman, James Bond tries to strike up a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Bond : "Hi. My name's Bond... James Bond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The South Indian guy smiles back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Indian Guy : "Hi I am Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Venkata Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Siva Venkata Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai....&lt;br /&gt;Srinivasulu Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai...&lt;br /&gt;Rajasekhara Srinivasulu Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai.....&lt;br /&gt;Sitaramanjaneyulu Rajasekhara Srinivasulu Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai....&lt;br /&gt;Bommiraju Sitaramanjaneyulu Rajasekhara Srinivasulu Laxminarayana Siva Venkata Sai...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Bond faints!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SoIPCdB7BZI/AAAAAAAABS4/s2Jb-_vHyAg/s1600-h/IMG_2991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SoIPCdB7BZI/AAAAAAAABS4/s2Jb-_vHyAg/s400/IMG_2991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368870240605898130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 21st Birthday Present... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few weeks back, I 'complained' that my previous mouse (Free from Dell) is beginning to show signs of failure, especially the right click where you have a 50% chance of hitting the button but not getting any response. It's troublesome, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But now my problem is solved... Thank you everyone ^ ^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-1991403646906946748?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/1991403646906946748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=1991403646906946748&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1991403646906946748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1991403646906946748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/08/short-update.html' title='Short update'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SoIPCdB7BZI/AAAAAAAABS4/s2Jb-_vHyAg/s72-c/IMG_2991.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-1980600081522262245</id><published>2009-08-09T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:39:01.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Mini-update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Code&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for several years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money, if she would go to Italy to secretly have the child. If she stayed in Italy to raise the child, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but asked how he would know when the baby was born To keep it discrete, he told her to simply mail him a post card and write "Spaghetti" on the back. He would then arrange for child support payments to begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Honey," she said. "You received a very strange post card today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh, just give it to me and I'll explain it," he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The wife obeyed and watched as her husband read the card, turned white and fainted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the card was written: "Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried a couple of games, both old and new during my 1 month holiday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sacred 2: Fallen Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/Sn7rT7gtIvI/AAAAAAAABSg/cgX_NZrR9Ik/s400/sacred-2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367986533497119474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall, this game is nice and fun to play with. It is something like the classic Diablo II we all knew of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Street Fighter IV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/Sn7rUNylN9I/AAAAAAAABSo/egyIt1zwvuI/s400/street-fighter-4.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367986538403936210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like this game very much, my only problem with it is that using keyboard to execute the moves of each character is really really a pain. Joystick/gamepad is recommended for this game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tried changing my blog layout just now and many widgets went missing, including all the links to blogs and sites... (Been salvaging all the lost links few hours back... ~_~)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My new semester will be starting tomorrow, I do hope that everything will go smoothly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-1980600081522262245?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/1980600081522262245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=1980600081522262245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1980600081522262245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1980600081522262245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/08/mini-update.html' title='Mini-update'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/Sn7rT7gtIvI/AAAAAAAABSg/cgX_NZrR9Ik/s72-c/sacred-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4824718707615793092</id><published>2009-07-09T02:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:44:34.645+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraordinary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unique Experience'/><title type='text'>Road accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl girl, few days ago you asked me to update my mushroom-grown blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But I had nothing to blog about, until today (past 12am).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Road accidents, how do they happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Until now I still don’t know, do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This is my tale, my first accident right after my probation period ended, first hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began this evening when I went to watch Transformers 2: ROTF with Steven, Annie, Angel and Dayang. As usual, I asked and pray for journey-mercy each time I leave home. All went well, the movie was nice but the ending is not as good as I expected (just the end). Overall, I’d give it an 8.5/10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of staying back to ‘limteh’ and hang out with the rest, I went home immediately. And again, all went well while I was driving UNTIL I reached the cross road near my housing area. (The road from Jalan Song to Tabuan Laru)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Green lights&lt;/span&gt;, I drove on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A car stormed my way, the moment I noticed it, it was too late already. So I tried to avoid it but still, it was in vain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CRASH!&lt;/span&gt; That was all I heard. The car had already rammed directly unto the driver’s side. (Right side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose all my senses, touching, hearing, and feeling. My car was spinning; I thought that would be the end of me. But NO! After my car came to a stop, then only did I realize that I am still breathing so I began to panic and tried to recall what is happening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was driving home and there’s this car that appeared out from nowhere and rammed unto me. I am ‘awarded’ a sort-of-merry-go-round spin for at least 1 or 2 rounds before my car came to a stop. (Just like those you see in the movies, but this one happens to me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 men came to me while I tried to open my car’s door. But no matter how hard I try, I just couldn’t open the door. While stuck inside the car, this conversation took place (in Hokkien) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Them: "Are you ok?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: "Why did you crash on my car?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Them: "Not us, (Pointing to the dented Kancil) That’s the car that crash unto you. We are just here to see whether you are ok or not.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me: (Dazed) "I can’t get out from the car.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Them: "Use the other side." (Why didn’t I think of it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got out of the car, I was overflowed with nervousness and worry. Knowing that the damage is serious, I immediately called my dad while they told me not to worry and not to pick any problems with the other party. Also, they keep saying that as long as I am uninjured, all is well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other party came (a young guy, probably in his 20s or 30s) and apologized to me, asking me if I am ok or not. I can’t say much, since I am still stunned by what is currently happening to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad arrived few moments later after receiving my call telling him that I had an accident. (Sorry mum and dad for making you worried…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceed to lodge a police report before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Now you might ask, what is the use of praying for journey-mercy if I met an accident anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what I questioned myself just now. Instead of being upset with God, I should be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people kept saying ‘&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Count your blessings&lt;/span&gt;’. Today’s the day I fully understand that phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those guys who came to help or observe mentioned that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if I am late for maybe a split-second, I would be in deep trouble since the car will ram unto the driver’s seat and probably kill me off.&lt;/span&gt; Imagine the amount of momentum inflicted to make my car spin for a few rounds and its a Kancil that rammed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Thank God and praise God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if I still had my ‘P’ or probation on, I’d be in deep shit. But no, few days ago, my probation period came to an end and I got my new driving license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Again, Thank God and praise God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the accident in one piece, still alive and breathing, still able to walk, still able to swing my arms around and stretch myself, with the exception of a few bruises on my arm and leg and also a shock of my life. Maybe there are some internal injuries? I don’t know, it’s not visible to the naked eye so maybe I’ll go for a medical checkup later…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So once again, Thank God and praise God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Who says that watching a movie at movie day is cheap? That movie cost me a figure starting from 'thousand' now. Sigh…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I was too nervous and worried to even bother to take a picture of my car’s current state… So there won’t be any pictures. Maybe it might appear in the news later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4824718707615793092?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4824718707615793092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4824718707615793092&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4824718707615793092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4824718707615793092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-accident.html' title='Road accident'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6317944306774966581</id><published>2009-05-14T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:10:36.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Flower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/Sgr-A4t25LI/AAAAAAAABSY/nbgn9uXAAWA/s1600-h/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 382px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/Sgr-A4t25LI/AAAAAAAABSY/nbgn9uXAAWA/s400/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335355999751955634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;When you, the owner taking care of a flower and it’s on the verge of withering:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Was it the owner’s fault for not showing enough care and attention for the flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Or was it the flower’s fault for demanding too much from the owner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Or was it because of the unsuitable environment that causes the flower to wither?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the flower is on the verge of withering, would you try to save it, or just let it die off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you, the one reading this, do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sidenote: Almost done with C programming's code (graphical part excluded), a million thanks to Jason Sim for making it possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6317944306774966581?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6317944306774966581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6317944306774966581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6317944306774966581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6317944306774966581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/05/flower.html' title='Flower'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/Sgr-A4t25LI/AAAAAAAABSY/nbgn9uXAAWA/s72-c/26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4535744918511117620</id><published>2009-05-12T22:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:04:26.491+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>What if...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I lost the motivation to blog recently, not much of a problem to me since I always kept a low profile of myself. You won’t see me advertising my blog anywhere in the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I am still feeling numb even though two-third of the semester is already over. I managed to score at least “Pass near to Credit” marks for all my assessments. Even so, that is not what I originally intended before my semester started – I want to get good grades, at least a ‘D’ or even a ‘HD’ in all my subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action speaks louder than words, saying so is easy; doing so, isn’t easy at all. You see… I’m not the type of person who likes to bury myself with books every day. I’ll do anything except studying. So whenever you see me studying in library, know that it took a great amount of willpower to make myself study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has happened this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJbHI34wI/AAAAAAAABSI/EFSNlugLqgY/s1600-h/Utopia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJbHI34wI/AAAAAAAABSI/EFSNlugLqgY/s400/Utopia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334946332462801666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to Utopia after much persuasion, along with &lt;a href="http://jsforeverlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt;, Johnny and Timothy. Thinking back, we were crazy about it during form 3, waking up as early as 2 or 3 a.m. in the morning just to manage our accounts. It’s still the same 5 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished ‘&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devil_may_cry_4"&gt;Devil May Cry 4&lt;/a&gt;’ and ‘&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Crysis"&gt;Crysis&lt;/a&gt;’ (Games from Steven) in less than 1 week’s time (Though the games were already released long ago). For DMC4, the protagonist is not Dante anymore but Nero; As for Crysis, The game would have been nicer if they had a longer storyline. I’ll be looking forward to Crysis: Warhead. For the game summary, you can find them in Wikipedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, the reason I never tried those games until now is because I kept assuming that my laptop would not have what it takes to play the game smoothly. Even if I am able to play some of those new games with low graphic quality, I rather not waste my time on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also finished watching some of the recently released movie/anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto Shippuden Movie 2: Bonds (劇場版 NARUTO−ナルト− 疾風伝 絆 Gekijōban Naruto Shippūden: Kizuna)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJa6JW3bI/AAAAAAAABR4/aYzUlAiBAII/s1600-h/naruto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJa6JW3bI/AAAAAAAABR4/aYzUlAiBAII/s400/naruto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334946328975170994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual movie is already released last year in Japan. For the introduction, it starts with a group of mysterious ninjas from sky country air striking Konoha. Enough spoilers till here. Go download the full movie and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zettai Kareshi (Absolute Boyfriend) 2009 Special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJay2xVTI/AAAAAAAABSA/o2xvuwolzvg/s1600-h/zettaikareshi_kjp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJay2xVTI/AAAAAAAABSA/o2xvuwolzvg/s400/zettaikareshi_kjp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334946327018165554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been 3 years since the last tragedy and now Tenjo Night had been revived, it seems like he could not remember anything from the past. Someone might be able to change his fate, but will that benefit or bring more trouble to all those around him? Like before, go download the movie and watch it. I wouldn’t want to spoil anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRyu (Team Medical Dragon) S01 &amp;amp; S02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJamMFgVI/AAAAAAAABRw/WNGEBZnfhSk/s1600-h/800px-iryu2-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJamMFgVI/AAAAAAAABRw/WNGEBZnfhSk/s400/800px-iryu2-banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334946323617907026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama is about doctors performing their out-of-the-ordinary skills, chasing after time to save lives. There are touching moments included inside but if you have homophobia, this drama is not for you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incoming drama list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taiyou no Uta&lt;/span&gt; / A song to the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ichi Rittoru no Namida / One Litre of Tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ichi Rittoru no Namida - Special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Celeb to Binbo Taro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Successful Story of a Bright Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So many to watch, so little time to spare... Haiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a dream, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wander alone in the dark hallway and came across a flight of stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Climbing the flight of stairs, it seemed like any ordinary stairs, spiraling to the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The flight of stairs seemed unending to the point that I passed the clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I saw lots of familiar faces, I saw her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where am I? Why are there so many familiar faces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why am I here? Why is she here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn’t matter to me anyway. This is no lucid dream; I knew what is going to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I pushed my way towards her, wanting to talk to her, even a simple ‘Hi’ is sufficient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I reached her, it is as if I lost my voice. I tried again and again but it was futile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn’t hear what she wanted to say either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then both of us were pulled away to the opposite direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow she managed to pass me a message but I crumpled it without reading a single word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For I was filled with sadness and anger – so near, yet so far away. And I also assumed that I already predicted what she wanted to tell me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I just read what she had written in that message of hers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I was wrong with my assumptions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sidenote: Did anyone realized this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJbKRJxEI/AAAAAAAABSQ/KH4CQUsJ06k/s1600-h/obama_bush_transform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJbKRJxEI/AAAAAAAABSQ/KH4CQUsJ06k/s400/obama_bush_transform.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334946333302834242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thinking that you had a bad day and feeling down? Take a look at this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Fire authorities in California found a corpse in a burned-out section of forest while assessing the damage done by a forest fire. The deceased male was dressed in a full wet suit, complete with scuba tanks on his back, flippers, and face mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A post-mortem test revealed that the man died not from burns, but from massive internal injuries. Dental records provided a positive identification. Investigators then set about to determine how a fully clothed diver ended up in the middle of a forest fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It was revealed that on the day of the fire, the man went diving off the coast, some 20 miles from the forest. The fire fighters, seeking to control the fire as quickly as possible, had called in a fleet of helicopters with very large dip buckets. Water was dipped from the ocean and emptied at the site of the forest fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You guessed it. One minute our diver was making like Flipper in the Pacific, the next, he was doing the breast stroke in a fire dip bucket 300 feet in the air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4535744918511117620?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4535744918511117620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4535744918511117620&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4535744918511117620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4535744918511117620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-if.html' title='What if...'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SgmJbHI34wI/AAAAAAAABSI/EFSNlugLqgY/s72-c/Utopia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-7603929865222813711</id><published>2009-05-10T18:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:02:42.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini-update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Price of a Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy, how much did I cost?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perched on my parents’ cedar chest in the bedroom, I listened to their casual talk about budgets and paychecks – talk as relevant back in 1967 as it is today. My then-six-year-old mind concluded, wrongly, that my family was poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad stood at his dresser, looking at bills. He wore faded jeans, an undershirt and white canvas shoes stained grass-green from mowing our lawn. Mom folded laundry on the bed, making even towers of sun-dried clothes. I spotted my new shorts sets and thought about day camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their money talk continued, and Dad joined me on the cedar chest. I plunked the springy metal watchband on Dad’s tan wrist, thinking that the white skin underneath reminded me of a fish belly. Just as I started to ask him to “make a muscle” so I could try pushing his flexed biceps down, a thought hit me like icy water from a garden hose: Dad had to pay for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the story of my birth ranked as a bedtime favorite, I had never considered hospital bills, or the countless meals I’d eaten, or the price of summer clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy,” I interrupted again, “how much did I cost?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, let’s see.” He sighed in distraction and placed his watch on the safety of his dresser. “About a million dollars.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light went out inside me. A million dollars. Because of me, Dad worked two jobs. Because of me, he drove an old car, ate lunch at home and had his dress shoes resoled – again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my eyes and chin down, I inched off the cedar chest and shuffled into the kitchen. From a shelf, I took my granny-shaped bank, which held every penny I owned – seven dollars even. And not seven dollars in assorted change, but seven cool, shiny silver dollars, one for every birthday and one for the day I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bank’s rubber plug surrendered, and the coins poured into my hands. I had often played with these coins in secret, jostling them in a small drawstring bag in my roles as gypsy or runaway princess. They had always been put back in the bank, though, and I felt secure pleasure in just knowing they were there. But that day, the “clink” of returning each coin sounded hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the topic had changed when I returned to my parents’ bedroom, I didn’t notice. Tugging on Dad’s shirt, I held out my first payment on a million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here,” I sniffed. “Maybe this will help pay for me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What?” Dad’s confused look matched my own. Didn’t he remember what he’d said? Didn’t the sight of me remind him of how much I cost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tear-filled eyes, which I couldn’t seem to take off the bank, finally made sense to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad knelt down and pulled me close. “You didn’t cost a million dollars, but you’re worth a million-million dollars. And if that’s what I’d have to pay for you, I’ll do it. Now dry those eyes and put your bank away.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I often pull this memory out, turn it over and feel the warm satisfied weight of it in my heart. Back then, no price could be put on my worth to my dad. No price can be put on his worth to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Debi Stack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Wisdom of Dads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;You'd be wondering why did I post an entry completely unrelated to Mums. Well, this article is taken from my church's bulletin this morning. I like this story and would like to share it with all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Today is "Parents' Sunday" in my church. Lots of presentation going on, and lots of memories made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you Mum and Dad, though I rarely expressed it to both of you in real life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers' Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll update the remaining parts of this entry later (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a very very long one, since I have been MIA for one month+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ), since I have TSD test 2 tomorrow. More and more C programming blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-7603929865222813711?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/7603929865222813711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=7603929865222813711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7603929865222813711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7603929865222813711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/05/mini-update.html' title='Mini-update'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8227823833631873935</id><published>2009-03-22T22:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:09:10.186+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Another entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I’ve got so much to blog but I guess I’ll just summarize things up in case those who came to read doze off reading halfway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*Few years back*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this drama that caught my attention, a fairly old one. Known as “Hana Kimi” by many, the story is mainly about a girl dressed up as a guy to enter an all-boys school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first know of the Taiwan version and to be honest, that drama is a major turnoff for me. Watched 2 episodes and deleted the rest with the reason that the drama is plain boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*Fast forward to the year 2009* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having dinner at my grandparent’s house on 1 of the CNY nights, I join my uncles watching TV programs and saw the same drama that I disliked few years back. But since the rest of the channels are still broadcasting advertisement, I decided to just watch Hana Kimi again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through the show, I was wondering how come majority of the actors are Japanese?  Then only I realized that there’s also a Japanese version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the Japanese version is so much better than the Taiwan version in many ways and I’m sure those who have watched it will agree with me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SARS&lt;/span&gt; for doing all the subbing for Hana Kimi. Go visit their website &lt;a href="http://sars-fansubs.com/"&gt;-here- &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again, Dell’s customer service never failed to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few months ago,  I gave them a call requesting them to send a technician to service my notebook (because the hinge joining the notebook and the LCD screen is shaky + the media buttons are not really functioning well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon, the technician came and dismantled my notebook. I got nervous since this is the first time I serviced my notebook. I know this is stupid but I did pray in my heart that nothing will go wrong as I see so many tiny components being taken out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the technician took out 2 boxes of components. Then only I realized that he is not going to repair it but rather to replace the old with the new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While replacing the components, the technician (better known as an engineer) explained that the warranty covers all of the notebook’s components except the battery and the AC adapter. That is fine with me since I got my new battery and my adapter is functioning normally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new semester started and much has happened, both pleasant and unpleasant…  I started driving to Swinburne this semester and to be honest, I was nervous as I rarely drive (maybe a few times in a week, with my dad supervising). Luckily all is well, no accidents or anything bad that could have happened to a driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had parties for our friends who are reaching 21 years old and my wallet was bleeding non-stop. It was kinda hectic but I like the parties, and don’t mind paying as long as I am not the one organizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Then for the 1st time I see this guy who is a two-timer, probably the worst of the worst two-timer. I have much to say about you, calling you names, spreading word of your pathetic character and even more. But doing so won’t benefit me in any way, and doing so wouldn’t heal the wounds that you had inflicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Law of Close Encounters: The probability of meeting someone you know increases when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no need of further explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this entry, I’d like to share this with all of you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The Rules For Being Human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.    You will receive a body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may like it or hate it, but it will be yours for the entire period of this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.    You will learn lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called Life. Each day in this school you will have the opportunity to learn lessons. You may like the lessons or think them irrelevant and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.    There are no mistakes, only lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growth is a process of trial and error: Experimentation. The “failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiment that ultimately “works”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4.    A lesson is repeated until learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can then go on to the next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.    Learning lessons does not end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no part of life that does not contain its lessons. If you are alive, there are lessons to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.    “There” is no better than “here”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your “there” has become a “here”, you will simply obtain another “there” that will again look better than “here”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.    Others are merely mirrors of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects something you love or hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.    What you make of your life is up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.    Your answers lie inside you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answers to Life’s questions lie inside you. All you need to do is look, listen and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.    You will forget this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cherie Carter-Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8227823833631873935?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8227823833631873935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8227823833631873935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8227823833631873935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8227823833631873935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-entry.html' title='Another entry'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8680059946252945674</id><published>2009-01-14T15:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:55:48.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Thank you God</title><content type='html'>Again, let me share a joke with all of you before I proceed with monotone droning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road? We asked a variety of people about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JOHN McCAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure right from Day One that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn't about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GEORGE W. BUSH: We don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DICK CHENEY: Where's my gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with that chicken. What is your definition of chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AL GORE: I invented the chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken's intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I'm going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ANDERSON COOPER, CNN: We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer's Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I've not been told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain, alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;GRANDPA: In my day we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken2008, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your checkbook. Internet Explorer is an integral part of eChicken2008. This new platform is much more stable and will never crash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;COLONEL SANDERS (KFC): Did I miss one? Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Genting last week. To be honest, I wasn’t in the mood to go anywhere because I am very worried and nervous of my results. But since my dad said that we should at least visit Genting once, I tagged along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used AirAsia to KL, and guess what? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First they re-timed our flight from 11am to 1pm, never mind that. They told us to go to Gate 1 to board the plane, when we reach gate 1, the person in charge told us that it has changed to Gate 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So there we are, waiting at gate 7 till near-boarding time when there’s another announcement telling all the passengers that the boarding gate has changed to Gate 1 again. I’m sure I heard one American saying “What the hell?” loudly. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching Genting, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;it’s almost 6.30p.m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SW2VpURa8jI/AAAAAAAABQE/emeRa4CZbaQ/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SW2VpURa8jI/AAAAAAAABQE/emeRa4CZbaQ/s400/DSC00137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291049674279154226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here’s a view of the hotel we are staying at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we visited the casinos, there are everywhere. The sad thing is, I cannot enter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve no idea when police are enforced to guard the entrance. There used to be no police at all, as long as you have money, you can go in. So suay lor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SW2VpuDJP4I/AAAAAAAABQM/KqxL_Ihg6gk/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SW2VpuDJP4I/AAAAAAAABQM/KqxL_Ihg6gk/s400/DSC00138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291049681198595970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;One of the casinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SW2Vp1mcD3I/AAAAAAAABQU/OORWnFylJn8/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SW2Vp1mcD3I/AAAAAAAABQU/OORWnFylJn8/s400/DSC00140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291049683225677682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The garden (taken at the restaurant providing breakfast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I wasn’t in the mood to enjoy myself at the theme park so I gave excuses not to go in. I mean, how can you enjoy yourself while your worries are completely focused on your results right? You wouldn’t enjoy the theme park anymore and going in would be a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other pics are with my dad, will take from him some time later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results were released today. If you see me blogging here, it’s got to be good news or else there will be no new entry from me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I prayed again and again hoping that I would pass because I did not do well in 2 out of the 3 subjects. So in the end I get:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distinction for Energy and Motion&lt;br /&gt;Pass for Mechanics of Structure and&lt;br /&gt;Pass for Engineering Mathematics I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I’m not the only one being ecstatic here. I’ve seen other’s results and they did fine too… I guess this will be a good CNY for everyone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P.S: I’m not trying to say that by not studying hard and just praying, you can get what you want. Always remember that if you want God to help you, help yourself first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8680059946252945674?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8680059946252945674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8680059946252945674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8680059946252945674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8680059946252945674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-god.html' title='Thank you God'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SW2VpURa8jI/AAAAAAAABQE/emeRa4CZbaQ/s72-c/DSC00137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8646658784271701694</id><published>2009-01-04T20:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:55:05.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Tagggggggggggg</title><content type='html'>Time to do this tag stuff (dipaksa oleh Jen Jen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;1.    tulis 10 perkara pasal orang yang tag anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;2.     tulis 10 perkara pasal anda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;3.     cari 10 orang untuk anda tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got tagged by 2 sisters, &lt;a href="http://iamweiling.blogspot.com/"&gt;WeiLing&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lovelysweetgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jayne&lt;/a&gt; so I have to write 10 things about each of them (bad ones can bo?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WeiLing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Pernah sama kelas dengan saya di sekolah rendah dan sekolah menengah&lt;br /&gt;2.    Orangnya tinggi&lt;br /&gt;3.    Sekarang terus pengajian di Singapura&lt;br /&gt;4.    Pandai berlukis&lt;br /&gt;5.    Baik Hati dan suka menolong orang&lt;br /&gt;6.    Ada seorang kakak&lt;br /&gt;7.    Namanya hampir sama dengan nama saya&lt;br /&gt;8.    Suka ambil gambar&lt;br /&gt;9.    Pernah menyertai ahli persatuan St. John ambulance&lt;br /&gt;10.    Dia tag saya = =’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Suka buli saya&lt;br /&gt;2.    Suka ‘roar’&lt;br /&gt;3.    Sekarang berada di UKM&lt;br /&gt;4.    Suka Korean drama&lt;br /&gt;5.    Kadang kala blur blur (dipanggil blur queen)&lt;br /&gt;6.    Pernah sama kelas dengan saya di sekolah menengah&lt;br /&gt;7.    Paksa saya tulis ‘tag’ ini&lt;br /&gt;8.    Ada seorang abang dan adik&lt;br /&gt;9.    Ex-presiden kelab sains dan matematik.&lt;br /&gt;10.    Dia tag saya &gt; . &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to write 10 things about myself…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Suka main komputer game&lt;br /&gt;2.    Tidak pandai dalam bahasa melayu dan bahasa cina&lt;br /&gt;3.    Tidak suka belajar tetapi memaksa diri untuk belajar&lt;br /&gt;4.    Ingin belajar bahasa jepun&lt;br /&gt;5.    Ingin belajar piano&lt;br /&gt;6.    Suka ‘french fries’&lt;br /&gt;7.    Tidak suka menyusahkan orang lain&lt;br /&gt;8.    Boleh mengunakan komputer selama 24 jam dan tidak rasa letih.&lt;br /&gt;9.    Tidak suka tidur (4~6 jam cukup dah)&lt;br /&gt;10.    Tidak suka tulis tag -_-‘&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8646658784271701694?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8646658784271701694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8646658784271701694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8646658784271701694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8646658784271701694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagggggggggggg.html' title='Tagggggggggggg'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-2306269554199404019</id><published>2008-12-29T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:09:36.074+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>The Importance of Chinese (language)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I begin, let me share a joke with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Hit my Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;An old blacksmith realized he was soon going to quit working so hard. He picked out a strong young man to become his apprentice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;The old fellow was crabby and exacting. "Don't ask me a lot of questions," he told the boy. "Just do whatever I tell you to do." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;One day the old blacksmith took an iron out of the forge and laid it on the anvil. "Get the hammer over there," he said. "When I nod my head, hit it real good and hard." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Now the town is looking for a new blacksmith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flunked Chinese ever since I step into secondary school and thought that I can go on with basic knowledge of Chinese (know how to speak, don’t know how to read or write)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well until today when I tried ZhuXian online. Everything is in Chinese, so that leaves me no choice but to follow my instincts (leave the town, and target the nearest monster to lvl up) and to find a ‘warehouse’ where you store items, always look for the place where many shops gathered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the quests are in Chinese too, makes me go @@ when I attempt to read the quest information. Luckily for most of the quests, they highlight the keywords and by clicking on those keywords, your character will automatically move to the location described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I spent most of my holiday downloading games and more games (both old and new) thanks to RapidShare and MegaUpload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve downloaded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call of Duty 5,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baldur’s Gate I &amp;amp; II,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doom 3,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sins of the Solar Empire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bejeweled Twist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luxor – Quest for the Afterlife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off-World Resource Base,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a few more that I had forgotten. Of course, not all the games downloaded will actually work flawlessly. For example COD5, No matter what I did, the game always crashes in mission 3. Troubleshooting tells me that the problem lies in my graphic card’s driver. Nothing I can do with it so that’s one game down. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Loss: 1 weeks time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then there’s Baldur’s Gate, the storyline and quests are abundant but the gameplay just doesn’t suit me. So that’s &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1 weeks time wasted&lt;/span&gt; (again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doom 3 I downloaded was pre-installed and ready to play, that’s good since it will save me time by skipping the installation process. But somewhere through the game, 1 mission is corrupted and makes the game unplayable. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest are working fine (luckily).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; is probably the day I longed for every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then many people tend to forget that Christmas is all about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;celebration and Santa&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it’s kinda wrong IMO. Christmas for celebration, that’s fine with me. But with Santa taking over the birth of Jesus Christ, we lost the true meaning in celebrating Christmas you see… anyway, that’s just my viewpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Before you read on, this part is not purposely meant for anyone as it only serves as a reminder to all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for those &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;who think that their life sucks and hating themselves&lt;/span&gt;, intending to end their life as quickly as possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful that you are living a normal and blessed life, with no physical defects on yourself. Just think of the people out there without a proper home to shelter them and those with physical deformities from birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you intend to complain about your current life, just think of how many who are more than willing to trade with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop here for now. Thanks for reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-2306269554199404019?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/2306269554199404019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=2306269554199404019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2306269554199404019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2306269554199404019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/12/importance-of-chinese-language.html' title='The Importance of Chinese (language)'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-5560535457180630176</id><published>2008-11-20T21:38:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:15:35.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Challenging myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;This will be my last entry until finals are over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a simple joke to entertain you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;3 Little Pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to accumulate the building materials for his home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She read, "...and so the pig went up to the man with the wheel barrow full of straw and said, "Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; One little boy raised his hand and said, "I think he said 'Holy Sh!t! A talking pig!'" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; The teacher fainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits: Fartermissile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); text-align: center;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The remaining days before finals can be counted by any single hand - 4 (nearing 3) days left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That marks the 4th day without touching any computer games at all. Sure, anyone can do that easily but that's totally different for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started playing DOS games like Pacman and Digger when I was 3 years old and had been playing games till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I find it hard to not touch games for even a single day. But for the sake of finals, I gave in and challenged myself to not touch games during the remaining 1 week + 3 days (for final exam).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From here I can understand those who are alcoholic - You want to stop but you can't bring yourself to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For gameaholic people like me, it's easy to not touch any games. The hard part is to suppress the urge within you when you see others playing and you know that you want to join in too. So far, I have been able to resist it and hope that I have the willpower to continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So.. To everyone who knows me, feel free to give me a slap or a punch if you see me playing any computer games within this 1 week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Thanks! ^ ^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-5560535457180630176?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/5560535457180630176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=5560535457180630176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5560535457180630176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5560535457180630176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/11/challenging-myself.html' title='Challenging myself'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-1512665388391818378</id><published>2008-11-17T00:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:15:16.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Blog hopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Sometimes out of boredom, I usually lurk in forums, download sites (with good old google) and blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started with &lt;a href="http://lovelysweetgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ah Jen's blog&lt;/a&gt; (randomly), scanned through her friend list and decided to visit &lt;a href="http://lolilopop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aurelia's blog&lt;/a&gt;. After reading the latest entry, I'll scan through her friend list and pick one of them randomly (yes I know this is a bad habit of mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I noticed &lt;a href="http://sleepydragon-88.blogspot.com/"&gt;Annie's blog&lt;/a&gt;, hopping to &lt;a href="http://yunamori.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy's blog&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thelifeofangellim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Angel's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Finally stopping by &lt;a href="http://www.monkeycraps.blogspot.com/"&gt;Salim&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://jasonyks87.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason's blog&lt;/a&gt;. (didn't know they had blogs too.. I guess blogging really became popular)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will re-organize my friend list after the finals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, Dad asked us a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do we have on our bodies that Adam and Eve don't have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much guessing, we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a sporty person, I'll let you readers give a guess before scrolling down. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a good chance to guess what we have that our ancestors don't have, don't tempt yourself and scroll down! &lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Navel (or belly button)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my legs felt numb for a short while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;-_- ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for all the couples out there. Be careful not to piss your bf/gf (bf usually) off if you want to break up with him. I can understand how he feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The reason I said this is because there's one guy who is taking revenge on his ex-girlfriend by creating a website that will show her ex-girlfriend's nude photos and asking the public to spread the 'good' news to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For every number of fowarding, more and more 'revealing' pictures will appear on the website for the current user.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure some of you out there already saw the link since the link was fowarded to me hours ago via MSN messenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But as a saying goes: Curiosity kills the cat. So I ignored it assuming it's another MSN virus until a friend of mine took quite some time pursuading me that it's not a virus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The link is valid but I'm not sharing the link here even though this is going against my policy of: We must share all the good things together. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;(applies for guys only)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm not being selfish, this part of the entry is just to serve as a warning to the readers out there :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-1512665388391818378?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/1512665388391818378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=1512665388391818378&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1512665388391818378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1512665388391818378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-hopping.html' title='Blog hopping'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8563839677955619235</id><published>2008-11-04T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:55:54.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I almost got into an accident yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It happened somewhere near Jalan Song. There were some men pruning the trees and they blocked a part of the 2 lane road. There’s this Unser that I am following blindly. The driver showed no signals of braking so I drove on as usual until I realized something is wrong since the gap between my car and his car is closing up at an insane speed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SQ-q6efWO9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/KcBvg7u1Oro/s1600-h/tailgating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 145px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SQ-q6efWO9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/KcBvg7u1Oro/s400/tailgating.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264614411013077970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;( no time to take picture of the original happening )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The most sensible choice is to brake immediately, which I did and was so close to getting involved in an accident. My dad said if I were to be involved in an accident, he would have to make a false report that it was him who was driving or my driving license would be suspended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Being one who doesn’t want others to take the blame for me, I can only take a deep breath to cool down my tensed self and give thanks to the Lord for preventing an accident that is going to befall on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.1pt; text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Praise the Lord, for He had been so kind and merciful to me. Always and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8563839677955619235?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8563839677955619235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8563839677955619235&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8563839677955619235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8563839677955619235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/11/experience.html' title='Experience'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SQ-q6efWO9I/AAAAAAAAA4I/KcBvg7u1Oro/s72-c/tailgating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6842232040959789826</id><published>2008-10-28T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:13:42.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Swinburne Wifi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This evening, Soon Ping, Claire and me had our dinner at Jalan Song Food Court and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Steven: Wei Liang, did you see someone familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Steven: Your five o' clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: *Looks to the direction* No ler...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Steven: Oops, is your seven o' clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me: *Turns to seven o' clock direction and saw Kenny Sia*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I never believed the rumor regarding Swinburne having the fastest internet connection in Kuching until I witness it myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SQccVY3LIiI/AAAAAAAAA34/YsaPv24sBrc/s1600-h/SwinburneWireless-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SQccVY3LIiI/AAAAAAAAA34/YsaPv24sBrc/s400/SwinburneWireless-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262205843382411810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6842232040959789826?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6842232040959789826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6842232040959789826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6842232040959789826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6842232040959789826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-evening-soon-ping-claire-and-me.html' title='Swinburne Wifi'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SQccVY3LIiI/AAAAAAAAA34/YsaPv24sBrc/s72-c/SwinburneWireless-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-1674109962468939491</id><published>2008-10-23T02:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T02:30:18.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Mini-update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Did anyone notice that Swinburne removes all restrictions on web surfing today? One of my friends said that it is because the Board of Engineers are visiting Swinburne so they are trying to give a good impression. Or that’s how it goes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Typical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Yesterday morning, I injured myself by ramming onto a door. Sounds weird right? Who in his/her right mind would do that you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Actually, it was an accident. I opened the door but somehow the door moved by itself (as if someone is closing the door) and WHAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SP9unfKKRfI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qUEzOHM91hs/s1600-h/ouch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SP9unfKKRfI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qUEzOHM91hs/s400/ouch.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260044514450097650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ouch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;At that very moment, I cursed the door for closing by itself even though it was entirely my fault for not being vigilant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Believe it or not, the 1st thing in mind will usually be putting the blame on others before putting it on ourselves.&lt;/span&gt; Here I relate to a minor accident that happened many months ago outside my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;One youngster is reversing his car and rammed onto a passive lorry parked nearby. Guess what? He put the blame on the lorry’s owner for parking his lorry on that certain spot. Of course, that youngster is no normal youngster, if provoked; he'll call his ‘brothers’ to ‘settle’ with the lorry owner. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Being a smart person, the lorry owner paid that youngster the fee for car repairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There we have it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SP9un-IuzkI/AAAAAAAAA3w/irURWQ4gexU/s1600-h/ProblemSolving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SP9un-IuzkI/AAAAAAAAA3w/irURWQ4gexU/s400/ProblemSolving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260044522765602370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is how life works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-1674109962468939491?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/1674109962468939491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=1674109962468939491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1674109962468939491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1674109962468939491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/10/mini-update.html' title='Mini-update'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SP9unfKKRfI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qUEzOHM91hs/s72-c/ouch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4518665487695161646</id><published>2008-10-13T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:16:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder what kind of tag is this...</title><content type='html'>I got tagged by Ryo, and got really confused on what I should do for this type of tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lets get down to the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SPNTZkBLIHI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FUn9hk9blgQ/s1600-h/i_love_your_blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SPNTZkBLIHI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FUn9hk9blgQ/s400/i_love_your_blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256636888701935730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;1. If you’ve been tagged, you can put the logo on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2. Link the person from whom you received the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;3. Nominate at least 7 other blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4. Put links to those blogs on yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;5. Leave a message on the blogs you’ve nominated.Hope that the award will not stop until here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i tag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rosemary &lt;-- Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jen Jen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ryo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dudenology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Alan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Steven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WeiLing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I wished to blog more but decided to save it for next time, till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4518665487695161646?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4518665487695161646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4518665487695161646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4518665487695161646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4518665487695161646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wonder-what-kind-of-tag-is-this.html' title='I wonder what kind of tag is this...'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SPNTZkBLIHI/AAAAAAAAA3g/FUn9hk9blgQ/s72-c/i_love_your_blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4563956896664095879</id><published>2008-09-30T20:59:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:56:32.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>This entry, is a rant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I wanted to blog about this movie 1 week ago but couldn’t find the motivation to start it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Its called ‘&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Bucket List&lt;/span&gt;’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkxywPbLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VuUHin0ZHSY/s1600-h/The+Bucket+List.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkxywPbLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VuUHin0ZHSY/s400/The+Bucket+List.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800553323719858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I doubt anyone reading this will go and watch this movie so I’ll just go on with the summary. (You may skip this part if you are totally not interested in it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The story revolves around 2 man, Edward Cole, a multi-millionaire hospital magnate and Carter Chambers, a common mechanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Carter is a gifted historian whose ambition is to be a history professor but during his youth, he was “broke, black, and with a baby arriving” so he had to give up his ambition and took up any job available to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As for Edward, he is a corporate tycoon, divorced four times, an eccentric loner, whose daughter refuses to recognize him as her father and enjoys tormenting his personal assistant/valet, Matthew, whom he prefer to call as Thomas. He also enjoys the “world’s rarest coffee, The “Kopi Luwak”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It began when both of them are diagnosed with cancer and placed in the same room of Edward’s hospital. As time passes by, they became friends while undergoing their respective treatments. Edward is fast in befriending Carter when he told his personal assistant, Matthew to serve his newfound friend – Carter too. He even told his doctor to familiarize himself with Carter’s current health condition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Carter then begins to write a “bucket list” which is also known as “things to accomplish before kicking the bucket.” He is questioned by Edward regarding what he is writing on that piece of paper (the bucket list), which he politely refuses to tell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When both are diagnosed with a maximum of one year to live, and Carter knows of it, he was upset and crumples his “bucket list” and tosses it on the floor. Matthew came in the next day, noticing the floor is a mess and picks everything up and passes them to Edward, who is curious to find out what is written in that piece of paper. Edward then began to add more items into the list like sky diving, visiting the pyramids, going on a safari in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;. He even said that all the travelling expenses will be paid, Carter immediately agrees even though his wife disagrees about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The bucket list :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Witness something truly majestic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Help a complete stranger for a common good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laugh till I cry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive a Shelby Mustang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss the most beautiful girl in the world&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a tattoo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skydiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visit Stonehenge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend a week at Louvre&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See Rome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See the pyramids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get back in touch (previously "Hunt the big cat")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;They started with skydiving (each with an instructor), where Carter is afraid of dying and pulls the parachute cord before the red zone while Edward refuses to pull his parachute strap even when his instructor insists that he has to pull it. After climbing the pyramids, Edward proposed that they cross off “Witness something truly majestic” as they sat down. Carter declines. During that period of time, they learn from each other and talked about their family. Edward said that he is deeply hurt when his one and only daughter disowned him after he sent men to “deal” with her abusive husband. As for Carter, he said that he felt distant with his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Hong Kong&lt;/st1:place&gt;, Edward hires a prostitute for Carter, who never had sex with any other woman except his wife. Carter rejected it when he realized that his love for his wife is still strong and asked to return home. In return for helping him, Carter attempts to reunite Edward with his daughter but things didn’t turn out well as Edward lacks the courage to face her. He storms off angrily and Carter returns home to his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Their family reunion is short-lived though because Carter suffers a seizure while in preparation for a romantic interlude with his wife. He is rushed to the hospital and it is noted that the cancer has spread to his brain. Edward (who is in complete remission) paid a visit to Carter, where he reveals the origin and the factors that contributed the unique aroma and taste of Edward’s favorite drink - the Kopi Luwak. Both of them had a hearty laugh and Carter crosses off one of the items in the list – “laugh till I cry” and insists Edward to finish the list without him before he enters the surgery room. The operation is unsuccessful and Carter passes on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;During Carter’s funeral, Edward was the one to deliver a eulogy for him, saying that few months before his death, they had been complete strangers. But those last months of Carter’s life (after they met each other) were the best months of his life. With that, he crosses off “help a complete stranger for a common good” in “the bucket list”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then we see Edward finally went to reconcile with his only daughter who accepts him back into her life, much to his surprise and joy. She also introduces him her daughter, his granddaughter that he never knew of and kissed her. Crossing “kiss the most beautiful girl in the world” off the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As the epilogue, we see Carter narrating stating that Edward lives to the age of 81. On the day he passes away, there isn’t a single cloud on the sky. Edward has his ashes placed inside the same type of can as Carter’s – Chock full o’ Nuts. Where Matthew carries his ashes to the top of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" st="on"&gt;Mount Everest&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and places it in a small black box – next to Carter’s ashes. With that, Matthew crosses off “witness something truly majestic” and places the list inside the small black box before burying it in the snow again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;My dad once told me that the Bible’s teachings are very true. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If someone slaps you on your left cheek, give him your right cheek too. If someone steals your coat, give him your tunic too.&lt;/span&gt; This should be familiar to most of us. From here I relate this to something that happened in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It’s not that I like to bring up old issues but because whenever I think of that incident, my blood boils. &lt;/span&gt;No doubt, that incident I am talking about happened few days just after the final exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Introduction to Programming in C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Students have to attend a 1 on 1 interview session with the lecturer, Sheldon Lee. Failure to do so results in a fail or N for the subject. (Or that’s what I was told)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have no need to twist what I am going to write here. Everything happened below is true and there are many witness too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There’s this person that I reminded him of his interview, not once but twice. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; time was 1 or 2 weeks before the interview and the 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; time was the day before the interview.&lt;/span&gt; Either he did not believe what I told him or just couldn’t be bothered, that I don’t give a damn. The moment I asked him about it the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; time, he was taken aback and went to confirm it himself. Finally he believed me but that’s not all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He put the blame on me for not telling him the THIRD time that today is the day of his interview. AND he still has the guts to tell another friend “SW, we fail programming because of him.”&lt;/span&gt; Deep within me, it took me so much effort to suppress the urge to retort back. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Who am I, your servant? Am I paid to keep tabs of your appointments and all sorts of shit you do? NO! You are already 20 years old, and if you still can’t be responsible for yourself, nobody else can help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In the end, I gave in and say that it is my fault for not telling you the THIRD time that today is your interview. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, any human would have commented that it is a very stupid thing to do – admitting a fault that wasn’t yours to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Let me be frank, I am positive that many will assume that I am a quiet person, who always give in to other people’s will and rarely disagrees on anything even though I don’t like it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND if you are willing to go as far as thinking that I am a good target for bullying, LET me tell this to you straight onto the face. You are wrong, so wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;“You weren’t wrong, why did you apologize to him?” &lt;/span&gt;Many questioned me that way. Sorry, but I usually give in until I believe the person that I give in to is incurable, then only I show my other self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I give in because I follow the teachings of what I believe. If someone slaps you on your left cheek, give him your right cheek too. BUT every human has its own limit, you try stepping on my head and that is what will happen&lt;/span&gt; - Keyword: After MOS test 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Whoever is right or wrong, you know it yourself. Apology or not, it’s &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;worthless&lt;/span&gt; from you. The last thing I want is to have you crossing my path. You MAY go and twist the tale and tell whatever you want if you intend to defend yourself. It has nothing to do with me anymore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I’ve finished my rant and have nothing else to say about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Felt so much better now. Sorry for the rant, I'll compensate by sharing these pictures :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This part of the news really makes me wonder what’s wrong with these people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkyFlJgdI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/t29mH2mOosY/s1600-h/fail-owned-extermination-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkyFlJgdI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/t29mH2mOosY/s400/fail-owned-extermination-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800558377468370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This guy is a failure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkyGUZSdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/jqOJEz1zpnA/s1600-h/fail-owned-manhood-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkyGUZSdI/AAAAAAAAA2g/jqOJEz1zpnA/s400/fail-owned-manhood-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800558575634898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Don’t seek advice from this person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkyfFXcnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/T5jkmhdxq2Y/s1600-h/fail-owned-advice-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkyfFXcnI/AAAAAAAAA2o/T5jkmhdxq2Y/s400/fail-owned-advice-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800565223486066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Wrong! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkyY_6VbI/AAAAAAAAA2w/pJZDjh0WwoU/s1600-h/wrong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkyY_6VbI/AAAAAAAAA2w/pJZDjh0WwoU/s400/wrong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800563589993906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If you are stolen…:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIliXPQUfI/AAAAAAAAA24/PpWwAnoIEy8/s1600-h/if-you-are-stolen-call-poli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIliXPQUfI/AAAAAAAAA24/PpWwAnoIEy8/s400/if-you-are-stolen-call-poli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251801387751199218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The picture says it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIlivKM1jI/AAAAAAAAA3A/9171BtRo8dM/s1600-h/king-of-panty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIlivKM1jI/AAAAAAAAA3A/9171BtRo8dM/s400/king-of-panty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251801394172450354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now this isn’t suitable to some people but… just once only ok? :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIlioPM0dI/AAAAAAAAA3I/RcFytoNoyVs/s1600-h/fck-goods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIlioPM0dI/AAAAAAAAA3I/RcFytoNoyVs/s400/fck-goods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251801392314372562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You poke you pay! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIljBsH2yI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/JynWlwFmEgk/s1600-h/fail-owned-laughter-control-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIljBsH2yI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/JynWlwFmEgk/s400/fail-owned-laughter-control-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251801399146568482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Read this in English:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIljCqqTfI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kG11KmyZqJQ/s1600-h/fart-kontrol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIljCqqTfI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kG11KmyZqJQ/s400/fart-kontrol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251801399408872946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to those sites that I took the pictures from, their url is in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S: Any destructive comments from you will be removed immediately. Not that I have no guts to face it, but rather not to waste time replying it. So save your time and just leave after reading it. You may rant somewhere else, somewhere you belong to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4563956896664095879?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4563956896664095879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4563956896664095879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4563956896664095879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4563956896664095879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-entry-is-rant.html' title='This entry, is a rant.'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SOIkxywPbLI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/VuUHin0ZHSY/s72-c/The+Bucket+List.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-1994981354693118736</id><published>2008-09-26T22:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:16:57.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Honesty is the best policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yes it is, honesty indeed is the best policy. BUT it never applies in politics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got tagged by Rosemary to pen down 25 embarrassing things that happened to me in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Laugh all you want, though I don’t find any of it funny.. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;During my 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; semester in Swinburne, I went to the wrong toilet at 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; floor (2 girls came out when I rush in). Didn’t know that both male and female toilets exchange sides on 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" lang="EN-US"&gt;floor onwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;2. Tripped and fell down on a rainy day, just outside of Swinburne’s rear entrance after meeting Jin Thad for the 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; time. (was a rainy day that time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;3. Talk loudly in the quiet library atmosphere because I forgot to remove my earphones, causing almost everyone around me to look at my direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;4. First time attempting on jumping from the top floor of the school’s makmal (science lab). Instead of landing with my legs, I land with my butt. Ouch indeed, but perfected my jump ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;5. During Form 3, I mistaken a new transfer student as my friend and give him a pat at the back, asking him what is he doing. Too late when I realized he’s not the one I want to talk to. Nevertheless, we became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;6. For those who are in the same year as I am (in secondary school) should know of this: “Kelas 3 Kuning tidak dikawal… etc etc etc.” I was 1 of the 3 who got caught by Puan Poh Meng Eng, the previous PK HEM for standing on the “corridor wall”. (The short wall thingy, to protect students from falling down from high grounds. what do you call it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;7. Got lost in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Singapore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s zoo when I was young (4 or 5 years old I think) and immediately pull on a stranger’s hand, thinking that he’s my dad. That stranger stared blankly at me and I quickly turn away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;8. On my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day to nursery, I cried and cried, insisting my parents not to leave me. I think in the end either my mum or my dad had no choice but to stay with me on that particular day. Never cried anymore since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;9. I scolded someone in Sunday school, forgot the reason I did so. It’s already too late when I realized that she is my kindergarden friend, then my 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; friend in ITS. Apologized to her 5 years later in church and rarely see her anymore, probably studying in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Australia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; now. I horribly regretted my past actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;10. This might sound silly but I proposed to a girl whom I never knew in person with the reason of giving her a new year present (online present, Gunbound) and got rejected. Laugh all you want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ha ha ha. There, that should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Continuing with the last one, I got accepted the next day. That was 4 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;10 should be more than enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" lang="EN-US"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Someone said that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;friends are like candles, when you light them up, they will disappear one day.  True that, not forgetting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Light a candle with a match, and its light will accompany you till the end of its lifespan, leaving traces of candle wax as ‘remembrance’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ignite a candle with a flamethrower and you will be blinded temporarily by its flare, and left not even a single trace of candle wax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ignite the rest of the candles you have with flamethrower again and be ready to be in darkness for the rest of your life, until you find new candles, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" lang="EN-US"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I have some pictures to share with all of you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is for those who disagree that NOD 32 is the best AV (antivirus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJRqblvI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ehJH4T4tihI/s1600-h/nod32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJRqblvI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ehJH4T4tihI/s400/nod32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250337506781271794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is for those game freaks, especially WoW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJ4gDEWI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TsYQJ0ZpRIc/s1600-h/wowfreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJ4gDEWI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TsYQJ0ZpRIc/s400/wowfreak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250337517206704482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is for those who think that life is meaningless:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJqCV52I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Opp2-BTc1gc/s1600-h/msword-lovesyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJqCV52I/AAAAAAAAA1g/Opp2-BTc1gc/s400/msword-lovesyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250337513324013410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is what the tour guide in Shenzhen told us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzzBoryVwI/AAAAAAAAA2A/KdfAfVssKa0/s1600-h/beware-of-the-cute-duckling-scam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzzBoryVwI/AAAAAAAAA2A/KdfAfVssKa0/s400/beware-of-the-cute-duckling-scam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250338475033646850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span  lang="JA" style="font-family:宋体;"&gt;じゃんけんぽん&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;! (Rock, paper, scissors) Who says paper beats rock?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzzBrVyQMI/AAAAAAAAA14/sN63ppcdUD8/s1600-h/rock-paper-scissors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzzBrVyQMI/AAAAAAAAA14/sN63ppcdUD8/s400/rock-paper-scissors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250338475746672834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Body glove! Wait, what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJrM0b-I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/cMgR1EFKYOQ/s1600-h/hairslap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJrM0b-I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/cMgR1EFKYOQ/s400/hairslap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250337513636392930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Salad! Yum yum..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJvxG8kI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/PCwGByFc2QQ/s1600-h/frog-in-salad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJvxG8kI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/PCwGByFc2QQ/s400/frog-in-salad.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250337514862342722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Even solitaire can frustrate people, especially when:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="tnihongokanji"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzzBflljRI/AAAAAAAAA1w/CEmaogQr0A4/s1600-h/fail-solitaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzzBflljRI/AAAAAAAAA1w/CEmaogQr0A4/s400/fail-solitaire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250338472591723794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This is for the couples out there; I know that you should be honest to him/her every time, but sometimes there are things that is better remained as a secret. Disagree? Take a look at this picture and you will understand:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzzBlSHVOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/fN8Li46vVmc/s1600-h/honesty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzzBlSHVOI/AAAAAAAAA2I/fN8Li46vVmc/s400/honesty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250338474120664290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="JA" lang="ja" lang="ja"&gt;いたい...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-1994981354693118736?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/1994981354693118736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=1994981354693118736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1994981354693118736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1994981354693118736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/09/honesty-is-best-policy.html' title='Honesty is the best policy'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNzyJRqblvI/AAAAAAAAA1I/ehJH4T4tihI/s72-c/nod32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-321595503602577717</id><published>2008-09-23T18:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:28:26.337+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Mumble jumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm.. I wonder how should I start this entry... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've finished watching &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;倚天屠龍記 2003&lt;/span&gt; not too long ago. The storyline is ok but the ending is just so-so only (disappointed lah, obviously). This tale is the continuation of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;神雕侠侣&lt;/span&gt; that I watched few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNjBchYv-tI/AAAAAAAAA04/aDmT6bCxMvw/s1600-h/%E5%80%9A%E5%A4%A9%E5%B1%A0%E9%BE%8D%E8%A8%98+2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249158061442988754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNjBchYv-tI/AAAAAAAAA04/aDmT6bCxMvw/s400/%E5%80%9A%E5%A4%A9%E5%B1%A0%E9%BE%8D%E8%A8%98+2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Now for those BS 3 fans out there, rejoice! For Blueserver will be back soon, not as BS 4 but as UC - Pro. More information&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.blueserver.org/"&gt;-here-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNjBcODiL9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/uljUek1bbsg/s1600-h/bs-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249158056253730770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNjBcODiL9I/AAAAAAAAA0o/uljUek1bbsg/s400/bs-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;******* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;No one can deny the passing of time. Even the hardest rock gets worn down from continuous weathering, what else to say of our humanistic character and personality? Yes, they will change with time too. Be it for the better good or the opposite, that is what we have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Anyway, I found this in campus while hopping from website to website. Yes I know I should be studying only and not surfing the internet but we must balance our lifestyle mah. Got study then got play right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNjBcZ4MBOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/w4LZeMniAjY/s1600-h/Lolness.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Blogger.com kept resizing the picture -_-) so... &lt;a href="http://www.shipmentoffail.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/9479.jpg"&gt;-Click me-&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I pity that dude...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.S: For those who are very holy and not exposed to the 'alien' world, you are advised not to click on the picture above. Though I don't see any problem with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-321595503602577717?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/321595503602577717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=321595503602577717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/321595503602577717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/321595503602577717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/09/mumble-jumble.html' title='Mumble jumble'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SNjBchYv-tI/AAAAAAAAA04/aDmT6bCxMvw/s72-c/%E5%80%9A%E5%A4%A9%E5%B1%A0%E9%BE%8D%E8%A8%98+2003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4040626431177603234</id><published>2008-09-15T18:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:15:32.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Lessons in life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How does it feel now, that you did not get zero for your MOS test 1..? Who will shoulder the blame now? Who is the one at fault now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now do you understand why I said that you are always jumping into conclusion and worrying over something that won’t happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am tempted to be very sarcastic now, but I'll just let that thought slip unless provoked. For now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Comments not needed therefore disabled,&lt;/span&gt; just spare a few moment and ponder about it yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4040626431177603234?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4040626431177603234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4040626431177603234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/09/lessons-in-life.html' title='Lessons in life'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-5116445964112793420</id><published>2008-09-13T20:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:20:48.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>Forgiven n' forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thoughts to self: I wish I will only live till the age of 70. Losing control of your own body is a very scary thought indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why do men die first? This is a question that has gone unanswered for centuries, but now we know. It requires a bit of explanation, first: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you put a woman on a pedestal and try to protect her from the rat race ... you're a male chauvinist.&lt;br /&gt;If you stay home and do the housework ... you're a pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you work too hard ... there's never any time for her.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't work enough ... you're a good-for-nothing bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay ... this is exploitation.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a boring repetitive job with low pay ... you should get off your lazy behind and find something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you get a promotion ahead of her ... that is favoritism.&lt;br /&gt;If she gets a job ahead of you ... its equal opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you mention how nice she looks ... its sexual harassment.&lt;br /&gt;If you keep quiet ... its male indifference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you cry ... you're a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't … you're an insensitive bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you make a decision without consulting her ... you're a chauvinist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If she makes a decision without consulting you, she's a liberated woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you ask her to do something she doesn't enjoy ... that's domination.&lt;br /&gt;If she asks you ... it's a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you appreciate the female form and frilly underwear ... you're a pervert.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't ... you're gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you like a woman to shave her legs and keep in shape ... you're sexist.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't ... you're unromantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you try to keep yourself in shape ... you're vain.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't ... you're a slob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If you buy her flowers ... you're after something.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't ... you're not thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you're proud of your achievements ... you're full of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't ... you're not ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If she has a headache ... she's tired.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a headache ... you don't love her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you want it too often ... you're oversexed.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't ... there must be someone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Now why do men die first? Because they want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If I say I love alan out of the blue. I’m positive that every reader will think that I turned into a &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest assured, I’m still straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SMuyAtCSKbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/r3jNinmYi-4/s1600-h/alan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245481916161993138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SMuyAtCSKbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/r3jNinmYi-4/s400/alan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There you go, the name ‘alan’ can also be used by women too even though it is like one in a million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I saw her album in DDL websites long ago but ignored it because I wasn’t interested in a singer that I have no idea of, and a guy some more. Until a comment by a downloader caught my eye saying something like: “&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;alan does have a entrancing voice, thank you for uploading it&lt;/span&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering what is so entrancing about a guy’s voice so I downloaded one of alan’s album out of curiosity. Lo and behold, instead of a guy’s voice, I heard a gal’s voice. That’s when I became interested in her songs. The reason is because she possesses a powerful but gentle voice, not forgetting that she is a beauty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sang both Chinese and Japanese songs, including one of my favorite few years back - &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;遇见&lt;/span&gt;. Although the original singer is &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;孫燕姿&lt;/span&gt;, the one sang by alan isn’t too bad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though she is not as popular as other J-pop stars, I’m positive that she will become well known one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;******* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It seems like whatever I do is always wrong, is it wrong for me to shut my old self? One who is always very direct and unforgiving to the current me - who always kept quiet and very forgiving, who always tells himself that someday he will change that attitude of his?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Put yourself in my shoes and you will realize just how much effort I put in from then till now to endure that attitude of yours. You are already 20 this year - an adult. Can't you be more responsible of yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well whatever, do as you please. Put the blame on me, curse me. Anything! K&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now that this is how life works - "Do unto others what you want others to do to you; What goes around, comes around." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until this point, if you still think I am purposely blogging this entry to stab you from the back and now you want to write back with your flames, think again. I am but just pointing out the facts. If you disagree with what I am writing here, just leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm tired of it already, if you won't change, then there's no point in it anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Edited to prevent further misunderstandings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-5116445964112793420?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/5116445964112793420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=5116445964112793420&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5116445964112793420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5116445964112793420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgiven-n-forgotten.html' title='Forgiven n&apos; forgotten'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SMuyAtCSKbI/AAAAAAAAA0g/r3jNinmYi-4/s72-c/alan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8243246446240371920</id><published>2008-09-08T17:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:16:26.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Smile ; DiamondDust Rebellion</title><content type='html'>Here's something that we can learn from our 'beloved' PM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In times of Peril, we must learn to smile. A smile keeps all anxiety and despair at bay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SMT4n9qU2PI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aOzTcgU_ZTE/s1600-h/front-abdullah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243589231616776434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SMT4n9qU2PI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aOzTcgU_ZTE/s400/front-abdullah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Father of smiling. (Bapa senyum? :S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;******* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching Bleach Movie II : DiamondDust Rebellion - The other Hyōrinmaru &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SMUjJ36kNaI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RxmMqE0w6-w/s1600-h/DiamondDust+Rebellion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243635993678198178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SMUjJ36kNaI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RxmMqE0w6-w/s400/DiamondDust+Rebellion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Credits to you bro, for downloading it =]&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not gonna leak any spoilers this time but this is definitely better than the first movie and umm.. the final battle, is always the best among the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SMUjJ36kNaI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/RxmMqE0w6-w/s1600-h/DiamondDust+Rebellion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Have a pleasant evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8243246446240371920?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8243246446240371920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8243246446240371920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8243246446240371920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8243246446240371920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/09/smile-diamonddust-rebellion.html' title='Smile ; DiamondDust Rebellion'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SMT4n9qU2PI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aOzTcgU_ZTE/s72-c/front-abdullah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-3460463880801650488</id><published>2008-09-06T00:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:52:59.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Friendster for fakers?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are times when people ask me "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why is your friendster account inactive?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was active in it, but that was many years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;fakers are everywhere&lt;/span&gt; in friendster. All they need to do is to get a picture of a handsome guy or a pretty girl and declaring that it is themselves. That's for most of the cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this guy for example: &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/56976389"&gt;= I am a Noob Faker, please click me =&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He impersonated one of my friends claiming that the picture is he himself. Well, shame on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before i proceed further, let me state that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am not here to defend my friend or anything&lt;/span&gt;. Just that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the sight of imposters make me sick, be it a guy or a girl behind the monitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;the Almighty One above gave each of us a unique appearace and all of us are special in His eyes&lt;/span&gt;. We humans tend to judge others by their outer shell only. Because of that, many who are shameful of their outer shell (appearance) had to use others' identity to hide their self-proclaimed shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people believe that in the internet, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you can lie, cheat and fool others&lt;/span&gt;. Sure, you can do so as long as you are not &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;caught red-handed&lt;/span&gt;. But if you happen to fall into the unlucky category, you are up for more than just your self-proclaimed shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the real world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Criminal : A person no different from the rest... except that he/she got caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the internet world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imposter : A person no different from the rest... except that he/she got caught.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to be known as an&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; imposter&lt;/span&gt;? Think twice, all you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;imposters&lt;/span&gt; out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-3460463880801650488?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/3460463880801650488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=3460463880801650488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/3460463880801650488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/3460463880801650488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/09/friendster-for-fakers.html' title='Friendster for fakers?'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-3905311031484488287</id><published>2008-09-02T01:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:01:19.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Sorrow is divided by the number of people you share with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But happiness is multiplied by the number of people you share with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/melvkong/video.htm"&gt;-Click Me-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know we are not the first team to break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back those BS3 times when me and 4 KL friends work together to break the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During those time, it was easy to break the fountain, all you need is a Naix to solo it. It will be&lt;br /&gt;RK3 ( Kah Fei) who will be playing Naix while the remaining 4 of us (alphavam - Kar Choon, Puyo - Nicholas, Tetsujin - Kenneth and nightgaia - me) do whatever we wanted, be it to hunt down enemy heroes or to farm items for Naix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual role will be to play Akasha, harassing and farming at the same time. QoP with Satanic and Butterfly is just so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Naix broke the fountain, we will camp at our opponents' spawning ground and.. well, kill any heroes that spawned out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-3905311031484488287?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/3905311031484488287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=3905311031484488287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/3905311031484488287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/3905311031484488287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgic.html' title='Nostalgic'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-1685764913390566851</id><published>2008-08-26T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:20:27.495+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>When there was Me and You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m sure the movie ‘&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;’ is not something uncommon to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s this particular song that I like in High School Musical and it is none other than the one sang by &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Vanessa Anne Hudgens aka Gabriella&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I don’t introduce songs to people since I have an unusual taste for melody – preferring Japanese songs over Mandarin or English songs. But then this song is just too nice to keep it for myself so here I am, sharing it with anyone passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's funny when you find yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Looking from the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm standing here but all I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is to be over there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Why did I let myself believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Miracles could happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause now I have to pretend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That I don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought you were my fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A dream when I'm not sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That’s coming true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But everybody else could tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I swore I knew the melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That I heard you singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And when you smiled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You made me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Like I could sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But then you went and changed the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now my heart is empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm only left with used-to-be's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And once upon a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now I know your not a fairytale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And dreams were meant for sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And wishes on a star &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just don't come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause now even I can tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That I confused my feelings with the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I can't believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could be so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's like you were floating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;While I was falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And I didn't mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cause I liked the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thought you felt it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s even a Japanese version sang by&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;島谷ひとみ&lt;/span&gt; –&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anata to Ita Toki&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like quite a number of her songs including this one. Personally, I prefer the one sang by 島谷ひとみ compared to the one sang by Vanessa Anne Hudgens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reasons: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-She's a beauty,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Her voice and,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-She's a beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, that's biased.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-1685764913390566851?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/1685764913390566851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=1685764913390566851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1685764913390566851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1685764913390566851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-there-was-me-and-you.html' title='When there was Me and You'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-52821739408625697</id><published>2008-08-25T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T22:53:19.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>End of the Spear 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;For those who watched the closing ceremony of Beijing 2008 Olympics, did you notice that the guitarist accompanying Leona Lewis looks like our Prime Minister? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Search in youtube and you will understand what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Offtopic:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SLLGQbMOyAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/42V6vh8COBs/s1600-h/Lin+Dan+Winning+Pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238467302064572418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SLLGQbMOyAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/42V6vh8COBs/s400/Lin+Dan+Winning+Pose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Keyword: AIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It is alright to feel estatic especially when you just won an olympic gold medal.. But the whole world is watching you @@ ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lesson: Discpline your "member" lah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;******* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wanted to blog this entry few weeks back. But then there are many obstacles that made me unable to blog and one of them is laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church that I am attending introduced us this movie and gave us some spoilers. The Reverend encouraged everyone to come for the movie at 7.30 pm that Sunday but I chose not to go with being lazy as one of the many reasons (same as above). Instead I began my hunt for the so-called movie and it took a few weeks time to download “End of the Spear 2005”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SLK0FL1I2bI/AAAAAAAAAz4/crOXxFucaCc/s1600-h/end-of-the-spear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238447317753321906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SLK0FL1I2bI/AAAAAAAAAz4/crOXxFucaCc/s400/end-of-the-spear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie is based on a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;true story&lt;/span&gt; of the missionaries and the native tribesmen (The Waodani). Now, the Waodani tribe is one fierce and fearless tribe. Instead of protecting their own people, they speared their own kinsmen as if they are abiding by the law &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“The strong shall prevail and the weak shall perish.”&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shishio_Makoto"&gt;Shishio-sama&lt;/a&gt; from Samurai-X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you ask, what do the missionaries have to do with the Waodani Tribe? Well, because of the Waodani constant spearing-of-one-another, they are facing extinction (they are humans, not any endangered species of animals). With that, the missionaries attempted to reach out to the Waodanis in order to evangelize them. 5 brave souls went and none returned, all being speared by the Waodanis (not being able to fulfill their request for the most parts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually the missionaries have guns to defend themselves but chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a part of the conversation that took part before the death of the missionaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Son: “If the Waodani attack, will you defend yourself?”&lt;br /&gt;Son: “Will you use your guns?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Brief pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dad: “Son, we can’t shoot the Waodani. They are not ready for heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;Dad: “But we are.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie tells the happening from 2 people’s point-of-view. One of them is Steve Saint, the son of one of the murdered missionary and the other is Mincayani, one of the tribesmen of the Waodani tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Steve Saint and Mincayani form a solid bond that continues even today. This movie even includes the epilogue, a special footage of Steve Saint taking Mincayani (his god-grandpa) to the states. There you can imagine what happens when a man from jungle going to the city. (E.g. : George of the Jungle)? If you happen to be curious about it, go watch the movie. No regrets guaranteed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-52821739408625697?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/52821739408625697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=52821739408625697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/52821739408625697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/52821739408625697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-spear-2005.html' title='End of the Spear 2005'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SLLGQbMOyAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/42V6vh8COBs/s72-c/Lin+Dan+Winning+Pose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6028089760674403256</id><published>2008-08-11T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T01:26:58.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>What I did during my holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Now I’m officially 20, part of me still wants to stay young while the other part of me wants to move on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the holiday break, I spent a part of my time for j-dramas and anime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First up, Aria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iFh12bVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/s_94BexXzhc/s1600-h/Aria.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232938770406731090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iFh12bVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/s_94BexXzhc/s400/Aria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The whole story is about Akari Mizunashi coming from Man-home (earth) to Aqua (formerly known as Mars) to pursue her dream of becoming a prima gondolier, getting to meet all kinds of people each day while taking them for gondola rides in the beautiful city of Neo-Venezia (Venice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain episodes that are packed with laughter. I used to think that Aria anime is just plain boring as there isn’t much action in it but later changed my mind when I watched a few episodes. You won’t regret watching it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Next, Zettai Kareshi aka Absolute Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iF1MyLHI/AAAAAAAAAzY/JyveV9h3bFk/s1600-h/Zettai+Kareshi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232938775603194994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iF1MyLHI/AAAAAAAAAzY/JyveV9h3bFk/s400/Zettai+Kareshi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Now this j-drama is recommended, a definitely-no-regrets if you watch it. For those who read the manga before would probably say that the drama isn’t as interesting as the manga. But then, beggars can’t be choosers right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s move on to the summary. Kronos Heaven, a robot making company develops “Tenjo Night”, a robot that is almost similar to any other male human and is programmed to be devoted and loyal to his lover. Izawa Riiko is selected by Namikiri Gaku to try out their product – Tenjo Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiko is told by Gaku-san to treat Tenjo Night as a household appliance since she is reluctant to accept the fact that Night is staying with her. But as time passes by, she realized Night’s devotion to her and soon finds herself falling in love with him. On the other hand, Asamoto Soshi, a executive of a distinguished company developed feelings for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama is also packed with laughter and… the final episode is very touching. It amazes us how a robot is able to develop human-like feelings just by being devoted to his lover. I hate to admit it but I did shed a few tears on that final episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Followed by Hana Yori Dango I – II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iFz1RsuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/QHudVan1gsw/s1600-h/Hana+Yori+Dango+1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232938775236162274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iFz1RsuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/QHudVan1gsw/s400/Hana+Yori+Dango+1-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Now for girls who always dream of marrying a rich guy (Tama no Koshi), this drama is definitely for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole season (I and II) tells the story of Tsukushi Makino, from a poor family attending the prestigious academy of Eitoku. Students arriving in Limousines are something common in Eitoku Academy as the academy is meant for the rich. Dominating the academy grounds are the F4 aka Flower 4 who came from very powerful families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead by Domyouji Tsukasa who is the heir of the Domyouji World Fiance Group. Even so, he has poor command in languages – both Japanese and English. The other three members are Hanazawa Rui, the son of one or two large companies; Nishikada Soujiroh, the heir of a tea ceremony school and last but not least Mimasaka Akira, a lady killer who has the tendency to target women older than he is. Have ties with the underground society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any student who gets on the F4’s bad side will be given a red notice in their locker. He or she will be bullied by all the students and forced to leave the academy grounds. For Makino’s case, she stood up against Tsukasa, the leader of the F4 in defense of her friend. Even though she is given the red notice, being bullied and pushed around, she never gave up but declared war with the F4 instead. Her actions arouse the feelings of her worst enemy, none other than the leader of the F4 – Domyouji Tsukasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: There is a special 2 hour episode of Hana Yori Dango that was aired in Japan. It tells the story of the marriage of Domyouji Tsukasa and Tsukushi Makino. To obtain eternal happiness, both sides need to put in lots and lots of effort and never giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then, Hachimitsu to Clover (Honey and Clover).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iG_yCk-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/k-RZCXpBwdc/s1600-h/Hachimitsu+to+Clover.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232938795623683042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iG_yCk-I/AAAAAAAAAzo/k-RZCXpBwdc/s400/Hachimitsu+to+Clover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This series follows the love triangle of 5 college students. I have no reason why I chose to watch this drama since it wasn’t exciting or interesting to me at all (sort-of-cliffhanger). I like Yamada Ayumi (Harada Natsuki) though. Maybe that’s why I finished the drama even though I don’t like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lastly, First Kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iGxANpDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/JYPdiqA2WNk/s1600-h/First+Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232938791656596530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iGxANpDI/AAAAAAAAAzw/JYPdiqA2WNk/s400/First+Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This comedy drama begins with a Young girl name Mio who has been living away from her older brother Kazuki in LA due to treatment of her illness. After discovering that she had only 50% chance of survival on the upcoming surgery, she decides to fly back to Japan to pay his brother a visit during summer. Kazuki is surprised when he met Mio for she had changed from the innocent looking girl back then to a young lady with an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning of her medical condition, he had a change of heart and wanted to do anything he could for his sister to give her happy memories before returning to LA for her surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the theme song こころ by 小田和正. Well, I found this drama when I search for the origin of this song so decided to give it a shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6028089760674403256?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6028089760674403256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6028089760674403256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6028089760674403256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6028089760674403256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-i-did-during-my-holidays.html' title='What I did during my holidays...'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SJ8iFh12bVI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/s_94BexXzhc/s72-c/Aria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-7117179287423424721</id><published>2008-08-05T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:36:08.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Tagged once more</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tagged by Rosemary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 random guys or gals that you can think of…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This one looks strangely familiar]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the survey, choose 5 people to do the survey. Don't read the questions, but name the 20 people first. (Order does not matter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.     Kelvin&lt;br /&gt;2.     Chen&lt;br /&gt;3.     Shao Wee&lt;br /&gt;4.     Zhi Wei&lt;br /&gt;5.     Dennis&lt;br /&gt;6.     Ah Seng&lt;br /&gt;7.     Steven&lt;br /&gt;8.     Robert&lt;br /&gt;9.     Jeff&lt;br /&gt;10.   Jason&lt;br /&gt;11.   Tung Ing&lt;br /&gt;12.   Qing-Er&lt;br /&gt;13.   Rosemary&lt;br /&gt;14.   Hung Chien&lt;br /&gt;15.   Siew Yong&lt;br /&gt;16.   Pauline&lt;br /&gt;17.   Chia Chia&lt;br /&gt;18.   Jacq&lt;br /&gt;19.   Soon Kiong&lt;br /&gt;20.   Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How did u meet no.18? (Soon Kiong)&lt;br /&gt;Secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What will you do if you had not met no.17? (Jacq)&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I won’t know her.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What if no.9 and no.20 dated? (Jeff and Kimberly)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What if no.5 and no.10 dated? (Dennis and Jason)&lt;br /&gt;That will be interesting, well in Malaysia it is not officially accepted yet unlike western countries so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe no.1. (Kelvin)&lt;br /&gt;Known him since primary school days, easy and outgoing person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you think no.8 is attractive? (Robert)&lt;br /&gt;Gotta ask someone else… ahem (clears throat).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe no.7 (Steven).&lt;br /&gt;Very kind to others, willing to help out and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know any family members of no.12? (Qing-Er)&lt;br /&gt;No but I know that she is the 2nd daughter in her family, most loved by her parents too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What language does no.15 speak? (Pauline)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm… Mandarin, English, Malay, Hokkien and Hakka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who is no.9 hanging out with? (Jeff)&lt;br /&gt;Too numerous to list out all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How old is no.16? (Chia Chia)&lt;br /&gt;20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When was the last time you speak with no.13? (Rosemary)&lt;br /&gt;Today :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who’s no.2 favorite singer/band? (Chen)&lt;br /&gt;Genie Zhuo I think… for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you dated no.4? (Zhi Wei)&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Guy + Guy = Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Would you ever date no.19? (Soon Kiong)&lt;br /&gt;Again, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is no.3 still single? (Shao Wee)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no, maybe, I don’t know… (Hums Malcolm in the Middle OP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is no.10’s last name? (Jason)&lt;br /&gt;Lung (Dragon?). I’m bad when it comes to mandarin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Would you ever be in a relationship with no.11 ? (Tung Ing)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I am reconsidering of rearranging everyone listed out here. Friendship is also a relationship right? If that is so, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What is the school of no.13? (Rosemary)&lt;br /&gt;Swine Burn. I mean Swinburne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Where does no.6 stay? (Ah Seng)&lt;br /&gt;Kuching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What is the favorite thing about no.5? (Dennis)&lt;br /&gt;Cars! I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Have you seen no.14 naked? (Hung Chien)&lt;br /&gt;Lol no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever feels like doing this tag can do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I knew I did it before. -&lt;a href="http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2006/09/tagging-tagging.html"&gt;Click me&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-7117179287423424721?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/7117179287423424721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=7117179287423424721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7117179287423424721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7117179287423424721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/08/tagged-once-more.html' title='Tagged once more'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-594135081301584076</id><published>2008-07-17T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T00:44:19.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw her again after countless months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surprised when she chatted with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk like those old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, she’s still good looking like the last time I saw her, or maybe even more radiant now. Who knows?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-594135081301584076?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/594135081301584076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=594135081301584076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/594135081301584076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/594135081301584076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/07/saw-her-again-after-countless-months.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6626165851267420051</id><published>2008-06-29T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:25:21.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This clip is almost 1 year old and I'm sure many of you have seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have not, scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid got BALLS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAKPwjBd4uM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAKPwjBd4uM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6626165851267420051?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6626165851267420051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6626165851267420051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6626165851267420051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6626165851267420051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-clip-is-almost-1-year-old-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8511853868560595903</id><published>2008-06-28T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:48:29.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>A bad premonition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Last night, I had two dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both dreams are completely unrelated to each other but the only thing that makes me shiver is that the two dreams share the same message or warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am going to either misplace my laptop or it will be stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One will usually tell himself / herself that dreams and reality are two parallel worlds and will never cross each other. But given the fact that there are a couple of times that my dreams actually came true, (as in what I had dreamed of before waking up actually happened like what I had in my dream) how can I not be worried of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my dreams really make me turn paranoid even though it sounds silly if you try to think of it logically…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Online games…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brings back countless pieces of memories when I was a hardcore online gamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Reminds me of those I befriend with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Reminds me of those both happy and sad moments,&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of those I hurt and lied to,&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of those I cheated and being cheated by,&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of my foolish mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;reminds me that what I have achieved in online games is actually nothing in reality and that I was a fool to place online games first instead of my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is one of the many scenes that I wanted to get rid off but it stubbornly resides in my sea of memories…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.O.S.E. online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She needed money to buy her own equipment and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Me: “I just found (insert item name) and will sell it for&lt;br /&gt;1mil later and the money will be mine.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Her: “…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase “learning from mistakes” is so true, isn’t it? I guess those memories of mine will always keep me company to refrain me from doing the same mistake again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8511853868560595903?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8511853868560595903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8511853868560595903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8511853868560595903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8511853868560595903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-premonition.html' title='A bad premonition'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6385608195938746924</id><published>2008-06-19T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T13:57:05.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Honor your parents</title><content type='html'>I saw this clip in youtube and wanted to share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5BDrpjYehI&amp;amp;hl=zh_HK"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z5BDrpjYehI&amp;hl=zh_HK" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Credits to itifanny101 for making this clip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6385608195938746924?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6385608195938746924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6385608195938746924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6385608195938746924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6385608195938746924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/06/honor-your-parents.html' title='Honor your parents'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6310586842683688237</id><published>2008-06-11T21:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:29.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>No more turning back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's a saying that goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Quitters never win and winners never quit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SE_aKb4OKqI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jPikAUwF92g/s1600-h/inspire-stupidity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210623166708066978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SE_aKb4OKqI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jPikAUwF92g/s400/inspire-stupidity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This saying is more logical, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized my own limit, maybe it’s time to stop lying to myself that I can do it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*********** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished downloading &lt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;神鵰俠侶 2006&lt;/span&gt;&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It took me months to download the whole 41 episodes, inclusive of download crashes. But I got what I wanted in return so it’s all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SE_aKn2OuLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gDx6HHSyOtU/s1600-h/%E9%BB%84%E6%99%93%E6%98%8E+%26+%E5%88%98%E4%BA%A6%E8%8F%B2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210623169920940210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SE_aKn2OuLI/AAAAAAAAAzI/gDx6HHSyOtU/s400/%E9%BB%84%E6%99%93%E6%98%8E+%26+%E5%88%98%E4%BA%A6%E8%8F%B2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Starring 黄晓明 &amp;amp; 刘亦菲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think this one is the best among the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6310586842683688237?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6310586842683688237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6310586842683688237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6310586842683688237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6310586842683688237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-more-turning-back.html' title='No more turning back'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SE_aKb4OKqI/AAAAAAAAAzA/jPikAUwF92g/s72-c/inspire-stupidity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-7813205579340042791</id><published>2008-06-10T00:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:29.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swinburne'/><title type='text'>Morning-mare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;My physics teacher once said to our class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the exam hall, if you crack your brains and still have no idea how to answer the questions, look around you. There will be 2 cases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;If everyone around you looks clueless, that’s a good sign because nobody knows how to answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Always pray and hope that this will never happen; if you are the only one who is clueless while the rest are writing furiously on their answer sheet, that’s a bad sign because you know that you are screwed. Die lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EM1 is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bosu&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Chut Su&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Before entering the exam hall:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BoSu~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In the exam hall, flipping through the question sheets; something is very wrong here…: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chut Su!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exam ended, everyone is leaving the exam hall; gather up with friends and ask around:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Chiu~!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was the exam guys?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SE1X4KpJ7WI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3DwZcM647So/s1600-h/wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209916966378794338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SE1X4KpJ7WI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3DwZcM647So/s400/wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The only assuarance I have, at least I know that I am not alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-7813205579340042791?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/7813205579340042791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=7813205579340042791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7813205579340042791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7813205579340042791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-mare.html' title='Morning-mare'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SE1X4KpJ7WI/AAAAAAAAAy4/3DwZcM647So/s72-c/wow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-395379547295190687</id><published>2008-06-03T20:53:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:31.409+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Where is my turning point?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I should be studying now but… When finals are closing up, people like me usually lose the mood to study. I’m always tempted to do anything except burying myself with books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is so unfair, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;why don’t we have computer games for finals?&lt;/span&gt; I’m sure majority of the students will be very pleased if such is implied into the syllabus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the leaders of the future, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to reality. If you don’t study, you fail. No matter how much I hate studying, I still force myself to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*********** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Words spoken can never be retrieved back,&lt;br /&gt;Actions done can never be undone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Friendship is like a rubber band, there’s no end in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play with it by &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;stretching it&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; its elasticity will always return it back to its original&lt;/span&gt; shape. Sometimes, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;stretching it too much or too many times&lt;/span&gt; will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cause that rubber band to break&lt;/span&gt;, no longer holding its original shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like it, you &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tie both ends of the rubber band&lt;/span&gt; so that &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;it becomes whole again&lt;/span&gt;, but of course, it will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never be a perfect one&lt;/span&gt; like it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conflicts &lt;/span&gt;that happen between friends is like a person &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;stretching a rubber band&lt;/span&gt;. When you stretch it, you are applying stress unto it. There is always a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;invisible limit&lt;/span&gt; in friendship unlike the rubber band, whose limit is clearly shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Applying too much stress unto it&lt;/span&gt; will cause it to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;break.&lt;/span&gt; Once it breaks, thus ending the friendship between those who are involved. Such is the mistake of humans, who rarely &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;consider the effect of his/her actions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SEVGiCcIgSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/-QZTAIA5tMU/s1600-h/inspire-regret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207646094708212002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SEVGiCcIgSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/-QZTAIA5tMU/s400/inspire-regret.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;regrets overcome you&lt;/span&gt;; there are times when telling yourself “&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;time will heal everything&lt;/span&gt;” &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;does not work anymore&lt;/span&gt;, you will usually &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;let go of your pride&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;find ways&lt;/span&gt; to befriend the friend you lost. Such is when a person ties up the broken ends of the rubber band. But then, how many people in this world are willing to do so, especially guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;..:::Attention:::..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before any misunderstandings happen again, I’ll declare that this post is a neutral post, I am not flaming anyone indirectly. Those words above kept appearing in my head be it when I’m studying or not these few days so I thought to leave it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-395379547295190687?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/395379547295190687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=395379547295190687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/395379547295190687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/395379547295190687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-is-my-turning-point.html' title='Where is my turning point?'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SEVGiCcIgSI/AAAAAAAAAyw/-QZTAIA5tMU/s72-c/inspire-regret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-2125313503961477367</id><published>2008-05-31T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T01:31:02.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big wind blow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-2125313503961477367?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/2125313503961477367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=2125313503961477367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2125313503961477367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2125313503961477367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-wind-blow.html' title='Big wind blow.'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-712713846312813057</id><published>2008-05-27T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:31.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraordinary'/><title type='text'>Chiu~</title><content type='html'>This is a part of a chat log that I received from a contact few hours ago, thought it to be epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is altered except the name of the one speaking. Here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;just nw i saw xiao p when i on the way to carpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;she with her friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;eh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;xiao white is very pretty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;pretty than xiao p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Anonymous says:&lt;br /&gt;chiu~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;In this case, King Leonidas says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDwq75mqrpI/AAAAAAAAAyg/XOQVmZH31Hg/s1600-h/chiu~.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205082477897100946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDwq75mqrpI/AAAAAAAAAyg/XOQVmZH31Hg/s400/chiu~.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-712713846312813057?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/712713846312813057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=712713846312813057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/712713846312813057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/712713846312813057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/05/chiu.html' title='Chiu~'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDwq75mqrpI/AAAAAAAAAyg/XOQVmZH31Hg/s72-c/chiu~.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-7913524042904028145</id><published>2008-05-19T19:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:32.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life goes on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before continuing my entry, I apologize for letting my dark self out accidently this afternoon due to some misunderstandings…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read on, don’t get me wrong, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am not flaming anyone&lt;/span&gt; in particular as I never had any grudge against any of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newcomers, many as they are, most were common, but a selected few were special in ones eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Friendships are brittle&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;It takes years to form a strong bond&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yet it only requires one mistake done on impulse to completely damage it to the point of no return&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It’s true that wounds do heal over a long period of time. But then the part that is wounded will never be the same again as a patch of scar will replace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDFf8L5HT-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/m0nCyLjrfiU/s1600-h/finger+pointing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202044532178767842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDFf8L5HT-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/m0nCyLjrfiU/s400/finger+pointing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why the pointing of a blind finger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things get worse, this happens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDFf8b5HT_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/VHI2olJQ6AE/s1600-h/middle-finger-apocalypse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202044536473735154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDFf8b5HT_I/AAAAAAAAAyA/VHI2olJQ6AE/s400/middle-finger-apocalypse.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Middle finger of the apocalypse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Where is the trust that we once had for each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;********** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt the distance between us getting &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;wider and wider apart&lt;/span&gt; as each day passes by. If you have decided to choose a girl over us, I have no objections; I have no jealousy at all even though one by one, each of you are leaving our usual gang to spread your wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don’t mind our gang to be a stepping stone for the greater good, your greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDFf8b5HUAI/AAAAAAAAAyI/nKXdeYPocmk/s1600-h/Stepping+stones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202044536473735170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDFf8b5HUAI/AAAAAAAAAyI/nKXdeYPocmk/s400/Stepping+stones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I wish the best for you. Though saying so, that does not mean I represent our group in what I said above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the risk of writing this part in my blog entry, but it should be safe because only a few friends know the existence of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;It’s too late&lt;/span&gt; when I realize how dangerous it is when you get close to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I told myself that I will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;ever have special feelings for another girl for no reason, it just happens again, all by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did it began, I am unsure myself. One thing for sure, I will not make any rash decision only to regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I made her my god sister and she accepted without knowing anything, it is the best way for now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This will probably be the limit as I am positive that none will ever accept the fact that this is happening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDFf8r5HUBI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/aBLJvudoGpw/s1600-h/Stars+in+High+Seasons+-+Madonna+Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202044540768702482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDFf8r5HUBI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/aBLJvudoGpw/s400/Stars+in+High+Seasons+-+Madonna+Blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que Sera Sera, Whatever will be, will be…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-7913524042904028145?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/7913524042904028145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=7913524042904028145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7913524042904028145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7913524042904028145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDFf8L5HT-I/AAAAAAAAAx4/m0nCyLjrfiU/s72-c/finger+pointing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-888619605688763616</id><published>2008-05-19T00:45:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:36.684+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Pictures from SYEC St. Joseph charity sales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;This clip is a fairly old one but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If you are offered 1 million bucks to participate in this show, will you take the offer or reject it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCS5ZQ_67Fw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yCS5ZQ_67Fw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The Slap-o-matic 2000. Do you want to try it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just received a packet of photos from SP not too long ago…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a continuation of &lt;a href="http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/05/acting-tough.html"&gt;-St. Joseph Charity sales-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBi675HT6I/AAAAAAAAAxY/7qTCDvcuap0/s1600-h/P5040001.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201766334262103970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBi675HT6I/AAAAAAAAAxY/7qTCDvcuap0/s400/P5040001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from the hall…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBi8L5HT7I/AAAAAAAAAxg/UTZY9fRWEq0/s1600-h/P5040003.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201766355736940466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBi8L5HT7I/AAAAAAAAAxg/UTZY9fRWEq0/s400/P5040003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Mountain People Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Proceeding to our stall…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhs75HTzI/AAAAAAAAAwg/pQw_D2V6Qkw/s1600-h/P5040010.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201764994232307506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhs75HTzI/AAAAAAAAAwg/pQw_D2V6Qkw/s400/P5040010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stall, Selling Sugar Cane and Coconut Juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBh0r5HT0I/AAAAAAAAAwo/lMTpcOpJnz8/s1600-h/P5040012.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201765127376293698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBh0r5HT0I/AAAAAAAAAwo/lMTpcOpJnz8/s400/P5040012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip Weoi working hard…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Behind our neatly arranged stall lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBh3L5HT1I/AAAAAAAAAww/U8QwWK5zbtU/s1600-h/P5040013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201765170325966674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBh3L5HT1I/AAAAAAAAAww/U8QwWK5zbtU/s400/P5040013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s kinda messy, but we did clean it up later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBh4r5HT2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/GGv4ifBN-YU/s1600-h/P5040031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201765196095770466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBh4r5HT2I/AAAAAAAAAw4/GGv4ifBN-YU/s400/P5040031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one and only Self-Chokeslam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBh6b5HT3I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Bczw9w__ExA/s1600-h/P5040032.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201765226160541554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBh6b5HT3I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Bczw9w__ExA/s400/P5040032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie n’ Jeffrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhJr5HTuI/AAAAAAAAAv4/8OvTOcqDHZA/s1600-h/P5040033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201764388641918690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhJr5HTuI/AAAAAAAAAv4/8OvTOcqDHZA/s400/P5040033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another team heading out to sell drinks…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhNL5HTvI/AAAAAAAAAwA/CDLkIP_2trY/s1600-h/P5040036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201764448771460850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhNL5HTvI/AAAAAAAAAwA/CDLkIP_2trY/s400/P5040036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining ones without the lid (cup number 470+ onwards if not mistaken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhN75HTwI/AAAAAAAAAwI/q9fwQWyAmfM/s1600-h/P5040037.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201764461656362754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhN75HTwI/AAAAAAAAAwI/q9fwQWyAmfM/s400/P5040037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free drinks for everyone participating, definitely refreshing on a hot sunny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We finished selling all the drinks we have 2 hours earlier than predicted so its time to calculate the coupons and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhQL5HTxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6ZbRTn3H_b8/s1600-h/P5040041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201764500311068434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhQL5HTxI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/6ZbRTn3H_b8/s400/P5040041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie completely immersed in counting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhRr5HTyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/uXb-2Dzk-go/s1600-h/P5040043.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201764526080872226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBhRr5HTyI/AAAAAAAAAwY/uXb-2Dzk-go/s400/P5040043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once done, its time to clean up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgrb5HTpI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rlOYRMNLQn4/s1600-h/P5040046.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763868950875794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgrb5HTpI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/rlOYRMNLQn4/s400/P5040046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning in progress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgr75HTqI/AAAAAAAAAvY/WU8hXI4kMio/s1600-h/P5040055.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763877540810402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgr75HTqI/AAAAAAAAAvY/WU8hXI4kMio/s400/P5040055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lip Weoi and me looking bored…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgsr5HTrI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Ns2UBmGuMrw/s1600-h/P5040056.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763890425712306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgsr5HTrI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Ns2UBmGuMrw/s400/P5040056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chia Chia and Pauline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgtb5HTsI/AAAAAAAAAvo/C-46i8s6Oew/s1600-h/P5040061.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763903310614210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgtb5HTsI/AAAAAAAAAvo/C-46i8s6Oew/s400/P5040061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Wei: No smoking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgt75HTtI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aWBKdAc42nU/s1600-h/P5040062.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763911900548818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgt75HTtI/AAAAAAAAAvw/aWBKdAc42nU/s400/P5040062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolly Siew Yong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgM75HTkI/AAAAAAAAAuo/KkTcaGQryjU/s1600-h/P5040065.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763344964865602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgM75HTkI/AAAAAAAAAuo/KkTcaGQryjU/s400/P5040065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherie sleep-walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once the cleaning is done, it’s time for group photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgNr5HTlI/AAAAAAAAAuw/vQjLt_caFtU/s1600-h/P5040072.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763357849767506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgNr5HTlI/AAAAAAAAAuw/vQjLt_caFtU/s400/P5040072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is missing, Martin and I are pointing at a certain direction…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgN75HTmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/3H4CqcsZPOc/s1600-h/P5040073.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763362144734818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgN75HTmI/AAAAAAAAAu4/3H4CqcsZPOc/s400/P5040073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compare this picture with the picture above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgOL5HTnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ng0XipZe_z8/s1600-h/P5040075.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763366439702130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgOL5HTnI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ng0XipZe_z8/s400/P5040075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a free-style pose. Look at the sky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgOL5HToI/AAAAAAAAAvI/FdkBDMB7BFw/s1600-h/look%40thesky.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201763366439702146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBgOL5HToI/AAAAAAAAAvI/FdkBDMB7BFw/s400/look%40thesky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the good old days. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Note: While selling drinks, we were tipped to be on a lookout for fake coupons. How low can a person go? This is a charity sale, and yet people still chose not to buy the tickets but instead print out fake ones so that they don't have to spend a single cent on whatever they intend to purchase on that very day. What a shame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-888619605688763616?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/888619605688763616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=888619605688763616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/888619605688763616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/888619605688763616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-from-syec-st-joseph-charity.html' title='Pictures from SYEC St. Joseph charity sales'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SDBi675HT6I/AAAAAAAAAxY/7qTCDvcuap0/s72-c/P5040001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-3553482459380403162</id><published>2008-05-14T23:38:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:39.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You spread your hidden wings and soar up unto the azure skies with your beloved one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCsHqb5HTMI/AAAAAAAAAro/0TtVJVK4GhQ/s1600-h/spread+your+wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200258620352580802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCsHqb5HTMI/AAAAAAAAAro/0TtVJVK4GhQ/s400/spread+your+wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I believed many of us are reluctant of your departure; a few are even angered by your actions. But then there’s no point to hold you back as you know what is best for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The remaining few of us will just gaze at the clear azure skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the path ahead the both of you is long and might even be harsh too but as long as both of you promise to help each other in times of peril and overlooking the faults of the other, there will be no difficulties that can bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I wish all the best to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCsHqr5HTNI/AAAAAAAAArw/ifwkFv-Iabo/s1600-h/farewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCsInr5HTOI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7zyK1Jxe5E0/s1600-h/farewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200259672619568354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCsInr5HTOI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7zyK1Jxe5E0/s400/farewell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Persevere and prevail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;NightGaia&lt;br /&gt;Where twilight and earth unites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt teenagers of my age group had experienced &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. Most are reluctant to tell their peers of their failure but there are some who willingly spill it out with the condition of the one listening is their one of their ‘close friends’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for those who are reluctant to talk of their failures… no worries, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. Alcohol&lt;/span&gt; is your best friend. Feed him/her with it and you won’t be able to catch everything they are going to blurt in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I did experience such kind of feelings before. That is where I realized my weakness. For that, I never have feelings for girls randomly. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;This is the reason why, my friends, I always said no even though majority of you all said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those reading my blog, no worries, I’m not turning gay. I’m still the same straight guy you knew of, just being very strict with myself only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt my weakness is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the difficulty or rather the unwillingness to forget and let go&lt;/span&gt;. Once I really really love a certain girl, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I can openly declare that no friends of mine can change my mind by saying all the bad things about her, not even my parents.&lt;/span&gt; I know that this is a selfish attitude, but this is just how it works for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;After all, loving a certain someone is accepting them whole-heartedly, purposely overlooking their short-falls and faults. Treasuring and staying loyal to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that: You don’t have to place any worries about love, you just fall into it naturally. This is how the phrase ‘&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;falling in love&lt;/span&gt;’ came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were right about this: &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Developing the feelings of love is like watching over a young shoot.&lt;/span&gt; Too much water, sunlight or fertilizer is fatal to the young shoot, so is the same with insufficient water, sunlight or fertilizer. As it is fatal to the young shoot, so is it fatal to relationships you are engaged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But if we nurture it daily with the right amount of water and giving it enough sunlight, feeding it with fertilizer sometimes and showering it with your time and attention, it will grow into a very strong tree. From there, you get a very stable relationship that you and your partner will never regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-3553482459380403162?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/3553482459380403162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=3553482459380403162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/3553482459380403162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/3553482459380403162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-sera-sera-whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='Que Sera, Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCsHqb5HTMI/AAAAAAAAAro/0TtVJVK4GhQ/s72-c/spread+your+wings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-7730237674196001383</id><published>2008-05-13T00:39:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:40.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swinburne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>A gentle request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Recently some of my friends were going hot on certain girls in Swinburne and later realized that it wasn’t a ‘really good’ choice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Blogs are deadly; A blog owner will never know the aftershock his or her blog will inflict on the readers, especially those with ‘high hopes’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;******* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t remember when it all began – that my group of friends was put to believe that a certain girl and I had coupled up. At first, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I kept convincing them that there is no such thing&lt;/span&gt; and expecting it to die off soon. How naïve of me, instead of the circulating rumors dying off, it went on hotter than before with each passing day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fine, I started to ignore whatever they say about me and her since one friend of hers told me to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;just ignore it whenever it happens&lt;/span&gt;. I even played along with them just to let everyone know that I am not a spoilsport and that I have the guts to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now for no reason, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;they decided to couple me up with another girl&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I can read others’ mind so that I can know the reason behind why they intend to couple me up with someone else again. So now whenever they (my gang) saw any of those 2 girls, they will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;definitely embarrass me&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes to the point until my blood is boiling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know of my own temper, including you. I explode easily and anything can happen during that period. That is why I had been exercising self-control on myself which I believe is successful so that history won’t repeat itself again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today you chose to embarrass me in front of strangers inside the lift&lt;/span&gt;. I am unsure of your intentions of doing so. If it is to ruin my reputation, do stop it &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;, yes I mean &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;. I had been patient, very patient with such kind of jokes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Personally I don’t mind if it is just our usual gang who is hearing it but don’t involve strangers. I hate others to misunderstand me. Tell me, what will their 1st impression be on me then? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Definitely that I am not a good person, a two timer, and any other bad names you can think of WHICH I AM NOT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You yourself said that 1st impression is very important so I hope that you will respect mine too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;There is a limit to everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You wouldn’t want the same scenario to happen to you yourself too, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;...::: Matang Trip - Batang Rembungan :::...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCh2Wb5HTLI/AAAAAAAAArg/48ZiMN-VcWw/s1600-h/IMG_1246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199535897615748274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCh2Wb5HTLI/AAAAAAAAArg/48ZiMN-VcWw/s400/IMG_1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On the ferry (front view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCh1o75HTKI/AAAAAAAAArY/4WxkeiEHaw0/s1600-h/Re-edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199535115931700386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCh1o75HTKI/AAAAAAAAArY/4WxkeiEHaw0/s400/Re-edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At the beach (back view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-7730237674196001383?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/7730237674196001383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=7730237674196001383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7730237674196001383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7730237674196001383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/05/gentle-gesture.html' title='A gentle request'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SCh2Wb5HTLI/AAAAAAAAArg/48ZiMN-VcWw/s72-c/IMG_1246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-2002472195036404457</id><published>2008-05-05T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:57:13.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Acting tough?</title><content type='html'>In our life, I'm sure all of us act tough before in challenges, in moments of sadness and pain etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, I participated in a charity food sales event hosted in St. Joseph secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to give my muscles some exercise was what I told myself. Before thinking twice, I already carried two large bags of ice cubes voluntarily to another stall (from our stall to another stall at the other end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad move WeiLiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for quite some time, I realized my own limit but pride wouldn’t gave in so I endured the pain and carried those two bags of ice (it seems like the size of the ice bags are growing exponentially).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walked back to our stall acting like nothing had happened even though my muscles are throbbing with pain. That’s why I insist on staying at the stall (we were selling sugar cane and coconut juice, so some of us are assigned into pairs to carry trays of juice, selling them to passerby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big thanks to the hot weather, those drinks sell like hot cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload the photos if I get my hands on them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-2002472195036404457?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/2002472195036404457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=2002472195036404457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2002472195036404457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2002472195036404457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/05/acting-tough.html' title='Acting tough?'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-2992331723561402512</id><published>2008-05-01T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:40.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Another virus attack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got another virus attack and this time screwed me up real good. Took me one whole afternoon to format my laptop and backing up as many files as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To get a backup driver ready at all times (preferably a external HD)&lt;br /&gt;- To sort out my stuffs from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Data loss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNC3: Tiberium Wars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CNC3: Kane’s Wrath &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2moons&lt;br /&gt;CabalSEA&lt;br /&gt;Hitman 4: Blood money &lt;-- likely where the virus came from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Strange isn’t it? And a lot more minor stuff that got mixed up with other unwanted folders went missing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Maybe it’s time for me to really start studying since finals are like 1 month away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looks similiar to Makoto's death in School days, but instead of being stabbed by someone else, he suicided (looks like Wataru).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If this came from School Days, I understand, but this is from DC2SC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder why is there a blood scene... Can anyone who played the game before fill me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBnoCtjgbcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jJZbnjvYJ70/s1600-h/WTF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195438778434481602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBnoCtjgbcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jJZbnjvYJ70/s400/WTF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-2992331723561402512?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/2992331723561402512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=2992331723561402512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2992331723561402512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2992331723561402512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-virus-attack.html' title='Another virus attack...'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBnoCtjgbcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jJZbnjvYJ70/s72-c/WTF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-7127051687040928939</id><published>2008-04-29T08:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:44.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>School Days - "Eternally"「永遠に」</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Requested by Tung Ing&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is how Kotonoha died. Well, suiciding to be more accurate. (Taken from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_Days_%28visual_novel%29#Tragic_endings"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Quote]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sekai and Makoto are in love and decide to tell Kotonoha about it. Kotonoha handles it very badly, even begging Makoto to date her again in Makoto's apartment. He apologizes to her and declines. Afterwards, Kotonoha quietly tells them that they will never be happy together. As Sekai and Makoto leave the apartment, Sekai worries aloud about Kotonoha's reaction, but Makoto reassures her, saying that Kotonoha will understand in time. Kotonoha's phone then falls and shatters on the sidewalk, and Makoto and Sekai witness Kotonoha jumping off the ledge of the apartment; just before she hits the ground, Sekai and Makoto see briefly how her eyes are completely lifeless and how her face is contorted in an insane smile. The epilogue shows Makoto in front of Kotonoha's grave, some time after her suicide; it is revealed that he broke up with Sekai, finished high school, is now working with his mom as a nurse and has never had a girlfriend since, having decided to never fall in love again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Unquote]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let the pictures do the talking:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZs6djgbbI/AAAAAAAAArI/xD28F2muwxI/s1600-h/0966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194458971840212402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZs6djgbbI/AAAAAAAAArI/xD28F2muwxI/s400/0966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr69jgbWI/AAAAAAAAAqg/N5o126HRQ5I/s1600-h/0967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457880918519138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr69jgbWI/AAAAAAAAAqg/N5o126HRQ5I/s400/0967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr8tjgbXI/AAAAAAAAAqo/fTmM6PYKYg8/s1600-h/0968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457910983290226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr8tjgbXI/AAAAAAAAAqo/fTmM6PYKYg8/s400/0968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr89jgbYI/AAAAAAAAAqw/FAO0uk0ZSgU/s1600-h/0969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457915278257538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr89jgbYI/AAAAAAAAAqw/FAO0uk0ZSgU/s400/0969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr9NjgbZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WokhYKoqTVM/s1600-h/0970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457919573224850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr9NjgbZI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WokhYKoqTVM/s400/0970.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr9djgbaI/AAAAAAAAArA/ZDONS_7IA4M/s1600-h/0971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457923868192162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZr9djgbaI/AAAAAAAAArA/ZDONS_7IA4M/s400/0971.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrhNjgbRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SkjaZlcHB6g/s1600-h/0972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457438536887570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrhNjgbRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/SkjaZlcHB6g/s400/0972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrhdjgbSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/A_4d-BsdeRQ/s1600-h/0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457442831854882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrhdjgbSI/AAAAAAAAAqA/A_4d-BsdeRQ/s400/0973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrhtjgbTI/AAAAAAAAAqI/iUiXCcKk5wg/s1600-h/0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457447126822194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrhtjgbTI/AAAAAAAAAqI/iUiXCcKk5wg/s400/0974.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZriNjgbUI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/R7ljiVyQK0I/s1600-h/0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457455716756802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZriNjgbUI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/R7ljiVyQK0I/s400/0975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZridjgbVI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RYUVxoVr-eo/s1600-h/0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457460011724114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZridjgbVI/AAAAAAAAAqY/RYUVxoVr-eo/s400/0976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrN9jgbMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/aYTyDadw4No/s1600-h/0977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457107824405698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrN9jgbMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/aYTyDadw4No/s400/0977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrONjgbNI/AAAAAAAAApY/CzLbjsRm--c/s1600-h/0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457112119373010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrONjgbNI/AAAAAAAAApY/CzLbjsRm--c/s400/0978.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrONjgbOI/AAAAAAAAApg/9C5wwZb9Aq0/s1600-h/0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457112119373026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrONjgbOI/AAAAAAAAApg/9C5wwZb9Aq0/s400/0979.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrOdjgbPI/AAAAAAAAApo/BUsnio_E-eU/s1600-h/0980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457116414340338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrOdjgbPI/AAAAAAAAApo/BUsnio_E-eU/s400/0980.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrOtjgbQI/AAAAAAAAApw/7KZYIHFnd3U/s1600-h/0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194457120709307650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZrOtjgbQI/AAAAAAAAApw/7KZYIHFnd3U/s400/0981.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZqt9jgbHI/AAAAAAAAAoo/CjkJBAm0z8w/s1600-h/0982.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194456558068591730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZqt9jgbHI/AAAAAAAAAoo/CjkJBAm0z8w/s400/0982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZquNjgbII/AAAAAAAAAow/j7plsT8WklI/s1600-h/0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194456562363559042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZquNjgbII/AAAAAAAAAow/j7plsT8WklI/s400/0983.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZquNjgbJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/1GqRFGaqsCM/s1600-h/0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194456562363559058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZquNjgbJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/1GqRFGaqsCM/s400/0984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZqudjgbKI/AAAAAAAAApA/utI38D7IsLk/s1600-h/0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194456566658526370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZqudjgbKI/AAAAAAAAApA/utI38D7IsLk/s400/0985.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZqutjgbLI/AAAAAAAAApI/6_LP-ioUQsA/s1600-h/0986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194456570953493682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZqutjgbLI/AAAAAAAAApI/6_LP-ioUQsA/s400/0986.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;. . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-7127051687040928939?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/7127051687040928939/comments/default' title='Post 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SBZs6djgbbI/AAAAAAAAArI/xD28F2muwxI/s72-c/0966.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-2019900981492736849</id><published>2008-04-23T03:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:00:54.530+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>School Days (red blood) - Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is an extension of "&lt;a href="http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-blood-and-nice-boat.html"&gt;Of blood and nice boat&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;WARNING: This entry is not for those with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hemophobia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is the original of the death of Sekai Saionji. (Taken from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_Days_%28visual_novel%29"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Quote]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...which in turn emotionally destroys her. She spends several hours on her own, emotionally dead, until she suddenly snaps in the snow and laughs maniacally. The next day, as Makoto and Sekai leave the train station, they meet Kotonoha on an overpass beside the station. There is an awkward moment as Sekai lets go of Makoto's arm, greeting her. Kotonoha says a few words before revealing a saw hidden behind her school bag and swiping it beside Sekai's neck. After a few seconds, Sekai suddenly bleeds violently and collapses in a pool of blood in front of Kotonoha and Makoto. Kotonoha starts laughing hysterically again, her lifeless eyes revealing that she has completely broken down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Unquote]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A saying goes by: "A picture is worth a thousand words", so let the pictures describe the scene.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vdjgbCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/7qY7BtDqXbM/s1600-h/2401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192288346908421154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vdjgbCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/7qY7BtDqXbM/s400/2401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vdjgbDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1iH3R2kM9HA/s1600-h/2402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192288346908421170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vdjgbDI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1iH3R2kM9HA/s400/2402.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vdjgbEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/uCdEsZtCagE/s1600-h/2403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192288346908421186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vdjgbEI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/uCdEsZtCagE/s400/2403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vtjgbFI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dItg2gEm50s/s1600-h/2404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192288351203388498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vtjgbFI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dItg2gEm50s/s400/2404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vtjgbGI/AAAAAAAAAog/v5gDMX1k1Gg/s1600-h/2405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192288351203388514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vtjgbGI/AAAAAAAAAog/v5gDMX1k1Gg/s400/2405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62ZNjga9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/s2Q_24aU9NE/s1600-h/2406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287964656331730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62ZNjga9I/AAAAAAAAAnY/s2Q_24aU9NE/s400/2406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62Ztjga-I/AAAAAAAAAng/Ku6Q9KsNHrU/s1600-h/2407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287973246266338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62Ztjga-I/AAAAAAAAAng/Ku6Q9KsNHrU/s400/2407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62Z9jga_I/AAAAAAAAAno/hxd566ufdYE/s1600-h/2408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287977541233650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62Z9jga_I/AAAAAAAAAno/hxd566ufdYE/s400/2408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62aNjgbAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Gs1LLIe2qJs/s1600-h/2409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287981836200962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62aNjgbAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Gs1LLIe2qJs/s400/2409.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62adjgbBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/eItL8ut9RPY/s1600-h/2410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287986131168274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62adjgbBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/eItL8ut9RPY/s400/2410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61-tjga4I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7x4mpdjb3YY/s1600-h/2411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287509389798274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61-tjga4I/AAAAAAAAAmw/7x4mpdjb3YY/s400/2411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61-9jga5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/-9YBLDPufys/s1600-h/2412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287513684765586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61-9jga5I/AAAAAAAAAm4/-9YBLDPufys/s400/2412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61-9jga6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/5drtzZ-7hL8/s1600-h/2413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287513684765602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61-9jga6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/5drtzZ-7hL8/s400/2413.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61_Njga7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/2t1yLChvZeU/s1600-h/2414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287517979732914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61_Njga7I/AAAAAAAAAnI/2t1yLChvZeU/s400/2414.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61_djga8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VDyKkYPbzeA/s1600-h/2415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287522274700226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61_djga8I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/VDyKkYPbzeA/s400/2415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61nNjgazI/AAAAAAAAAmI/v8SZWlAgUy0/s1600-h/2416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287105662872370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61nNjgazI/AAAAAAAAAmI/v8SZWlAgUy0/s400/2416.jpg" border="0" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61odjga3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/6FGfSUGRIu0/s1600-h/2420.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192287127137708914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61odjga3I/AAAAAAAAAmo/6FGfSUGRIu0/s400/2420.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61RtjgauI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Crvd8N73VeM/s1600-h/2421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192286736295684834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61RtjgauI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Crvd8N73VeM/s400/2421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA61RtjgavI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3Rdxrvclm3A/s1600-h/2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192286736295684850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA60JdjgagI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9kySPOH7d5c/s1600-h/2437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285495050136066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA60JdjgagI/AAAAAAAAAjw/9kySPOH7d5c/s400/2437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA60JtjgahI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TD17no6gRNk/s1600-h/2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285499345103378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA60JtjgahI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TD17no6gRNk/s400/2438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA60JtjgaiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ub6EMEo0e4Q/s1600-h/2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285499345103394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA60JtjgaiI/AAAAAAAAAkA/ub6EMEo0e4Q/s400/2439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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I'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA62vdjgbCI/AAAAAAAAAoA/7qY7BtDqXbM/s72-c/2401.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-808503251901439193</id><published>2008-04-23T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:02.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>School Days (red blood) - Part II</title><content type='html'>This is an extension of "&lt;a href="http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/09/of-blood-and-nice-boat.html"&gt;Of blood and nice boat&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;WARNING: This entry is not for those with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;hemophobia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Makoto Ito originally die. (Taken from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/School_Days_%28visual_novel%29"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Quote]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Makoto and Kotonoha are on a walk outside, with her talking about having a baby. When they part, Sekai, now pregnant, appears and stabs Makoto in the gut with a butcher knife. After a few words from Makoto, Sekai becomes terrified at what she has done and runs off. Makoto slowly walks from the beach, leaving a trail of blood behind him, and he eventually dies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;[Unquote]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, let the pictures describe the scene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u2djgaVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/c9g_1rbH6ew/s1600-h/2216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192279671074482514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u2djgaVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/c9g_1rbH6ew/s400/2216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u2tjgaWI/AAAAAAAAAig/_tSBJF7In-E/s1600-h/2217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192279675369449826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u2tjgaWI/AAAAAAAAAig/_tSBJF7In-E/s400/2217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u2tjgaXI/AAAAAAAAAio/oz5aeaf49_U/s1600-h/2218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192279675369449842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u2tjgaXI/AAAAAAAAAio/oz5aeaf49_U/s400/2218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u29jgaYI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Lqjs5Qt8JVQ/s1600-h/2219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192279679664417154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u29jgaYI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Lqjs5Qt8JVQ/s400/2219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u29jgaZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/c40o9DM_Y4A/s1600-h/2220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192279679664417170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u29jgaZI/AAAAAAAAAi4/c40o9DM_Y4A/s400/2220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uMNjgaQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/P9X2lCBcMy0/s1600-h/2221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192278945225009410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uMNjgaQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/P9X2lCBcMy0/s400/2221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uMdjgaRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zqAiWTGboOA/s1600-h/2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192278949519976722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uMdjgaRI/AAAAAAAAAh4/zqAiWTGboOA/s400/2222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uMtjgaSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/EntCSuTp4o8/s1600-h/2223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192278953814944034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uMtjgaSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/EntCSuTp4o8/s400/2223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uM9jgaTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nQVqatd3TIw/s1600-h/2224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192278958109911346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uM9jgaTI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nQVqatd3TIw/s400/2224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uNNjgaUI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/UYHwQbjaJr0/s1600-h/2225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192278962404878658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6uNNjgaUI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/UYHwQbjaJr0/s400/2225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6p-9jgaMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0Nw_Nzqa3JA/s1600-h/2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192274319545231554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6p-9jgaMI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0Nw_Nzqa3JA/s400/2226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6prdjgaHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/gXHhkh8tQeM/s1600-h/2227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192273984537782386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6prdjgaHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/gXHhkh8tQeM/s400/2227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6prdjgaII/AAAAAAAAAgw/0az4xXZTuQY/s1600-h/2228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192273984537782402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6prdjgaII/AAAAAAAAAgw/0az4xXZTuQY/s400/2228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6prtjgaJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/khKTK9MuM6c/s1600-h/2229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192273988832749714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6prtjgaJI/AAAAAAAAAg4/khKTK9MuM6c/s400/2229.jpg" border="0" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=808503251901439193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/808503251901439193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/808503251901439193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/04/school-days-red-blood-part-i.html' title='School Days (red blood) - Part II'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SA6u2djgaVI/AAAAAAAAAiY/c9g_1rbH6ew/s72-c/2216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-5177594611107276731</id><published>2008-04-19T22:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:03.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><title type='text'>DC II SS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_Sonata"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Winter Sonata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If you do, click &lt;a href="http://cheekytimes.wordpress.com/2006/04/01/winter-sonata/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If you don't, then click &lt;a href="http://cheekytimes.wordpress.com/2006/04/01/winter-sonata/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; lor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Da Capo II Second Season anime is out few weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SAoIQTJGuFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4h04XHYEwQY/s1600-h/dc2-otome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190970596607309906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SAoIQTJGuFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4h04XHYEwQY/s400/dc2-otome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;朝倉音姫 Asakura Otome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm hoping for Otome's ending. :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've read through the summary of DC II's game not too long ago and wanted to play the game badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes I know that there might be H-scenes in the game (some versions of Da Capo do but unsure of this one) all I want is the storyline since many people who had finished the game complimented about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-5177594611107276731?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/5177594611107276731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=5177594611107276731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5177594611107276731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5177594611107276731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/04/dc-ii-ss.html' title='DC II SS'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/SAoIQTJGuFI/AAAAAAAAAcw/4h04XHYEwQY/s72-c/dc2-otome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-9099084073110558155</id><published>2008-04-13T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:34:43.701+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cabal'/><title type='text'>Goodbye CabalSEA?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Replacement class for C programming during mid-term break? = =&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Someone represented all the students and wrote an appeal letter not to conduct those tutorials during mid-term breaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I gave my support.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Their reasons are because quite a number of outstation students are going back to their hometown during the mid-term break and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;As for me... I'm just lazy. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost interest in Cabal, one of my most favorite games. Just like how I did for 2moons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started few months ago when all of us agreed to play Cabal in Venus server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed, weeks passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one by one, they either changed to Mercury server or just quit the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I am the only one left in the group playing Cabal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point of playing Cabal if I am the only one left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who played cabal know of 'dance2'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that dance is actually made for female chars as male chars look insanely gay when they do the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how 'dance2' looks like for those who don't know anything about it. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QlXdj-Yo5Ho&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QlXdj-Yo5Ho&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gayness to the max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning: DO NOT attempt to google/yahoo for the 1st song in the clip. I will not be responsible for any damage done to your eyes. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance moves are taken from the song 'Tell Me'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SreFIhPeKcw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SreFIhPeKcw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The 'Tell Me' Syndrome has become a huge hit in South Korea thanks to the 'Wonder Girls' band. Everyone is dancing those moves, even guys too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's even a dance tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PRszSq-tEo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1PRszSq-tEo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-9099084073110558155?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/9099084073110558155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=9099084073110558155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/9099084073110558155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/9099084073110558155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-cabalsea.html' title='Goodbye CabalSEA?'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8775722065541305528</id><published>2008-04-07T14:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:05.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2moons'/><title type='text'>Goodbye 2moons.</title><content type='html'>Took me almost 5 days to download the new 2moons installer packet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got so disappointed with the game and wanted to quit it for good. What a waste of 3 months time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some picture of my new skill before logging out. Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nHaL27uaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kV7jS0nKRO8/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+11m+55s+0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186395698567559586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nHaL27uaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kV7jS0nKRO8/s400/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+11m+55s+0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Take a look at the epic ms (ping)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the new skill of Azure Knight - Divide Spear looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nHab27ubI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HHTb4gJyrRE/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+19m+22s+0906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186395702862526898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nHab27ubI/AAAAAAAAAbo/HHTb4gJyrRE/s400/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+19m+22s+0906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jump up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nHab27ucI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nvWljN5yGPs/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+19m+38s+0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186395702862526914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nHab27ucI/AAAAAAAAAbw/nvWljN5yGPs/s400/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+19m+38s+0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somehow it looks like the Azure Knight lose his balance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nIF727udI/AAAAAAAAAb4/U_cZJwuC03g/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+19m+50s+0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186396450186836434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nIF727udI/AAAAAAAAAb4/U_cZJwuC03g/s400/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+19m+50s+0531.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Striking down, looks like Superman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nIGL27ueI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HAGR_wLofkw/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+16m+47s+0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186396454481803746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nIGL27ueI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HAGR_wLofkw/s400/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+16m+47s+0187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway Genocide or Sprout Anger &gt; Divide Spear. A very very sad case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nIGL27ufI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VcbPWoNYlCQ/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+20m+25s+0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186396454481803762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nIGL27ufI/AAAAAAAAAcI/VcbPWoNYlCQ/s400/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+20m+25s+0515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not related to Divide Spear. Just that this skill had always been my favorite, the Energetic Blade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are few old pictures that I had kept:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nMfr27ujI/AAAAAAAAAco/gc4H_QYOs4o/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+02+24+19h+41m+24s+0515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186401290614979122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nMfr27ujI/AAAAAAAAAco/gc4H_QYOs4o/s400/dekaron+2008+02+24+19h+41m+24s+0515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is where my guild name originate from...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nMfb27uiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CX-fSqYty0s/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+02+25+00h+50m+56s+0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186401286320011810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nMfb27uiI/AAAAAAAAAcg/CX-fSqYty0s/s400/dekaron+2008+02+25+00h+50m+56s+0734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here we are.. waiting for Baphomet to spawn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nMfL27uhI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kXOTJ0VsTEw/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+02+25+22h+35m+02s+0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186401282025044498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nMfL27uhI/AAAAAAAAAcY/kXOTJ0VsTEw/s400/dekaron+2008+02+25+22h+35m+02s+0578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My greatest achievement in 2moons. Beating a lvl 123 segnale fair and square. He took out all of my shields though (green bar). That segnale was a guild hopper and many people dislike him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: Segnales at level 100+ are unbeatable in 1 vs 1 combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nIGr27ugI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mWDX-NYEaV0/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+25m+13s+0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186396463071738370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nIGr27ugI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/mWDX-NYEaV0/s400/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+25m+13s+0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Goodbye 2moons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so disappointed with the game. I used to be a strong supporter of 2moons but now I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8775722065541305528?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8775722065541305528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8775722065541305528&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8775722065541305528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8775722065541305528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-2moons.html' title='Goodbye 2moons.'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_nHaL27uaI/AAAAAAAAAbg/kV7jS0nKRO8/s72-c/dekaron+2008+04+07+14h+11m+55s+0531.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4379428230654546029</id><published>2008-04-04T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:06.038+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swinburne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Good luck guys!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;As usual, I punch monsters to rank up my skill level until someone told me that using combo to level skills is way faster than punching. Out of curiosity, I tried out her way of leveling skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's right about it. It usually takes around 10~12 minutes to level up a skill level, but with combos, it only takes around 5~7 minutes at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_Yvkr27uWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yyuK_lAYcc4/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver25-080403-0900-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185384328258632034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_Yvkr27uWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yyuK_lAYcc4/s400/Cabal(Ver25-080403-0900-0000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats the most I can do for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVTbrYMnrP8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dVTbrYMnrP8&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This guy got owned by chaos lamps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term assessment is just around the corner and what am I doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Still blogging.&lt;/strike&gt;Definitely not studying right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be in &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep&lt;/span&gt; trouble if I don’t start burning midnight oil and study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent intake (March intake) did not disappoint my group of friends unlike those previous intakes. There are lots of new faces and most importantly, lots of &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;beauties&lt;/span&gt; aka &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;leng lui&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some said that they are going to take the initiative to court while some prefer to just admire the girls. As for me… I’ll stay single, for now. Don’t ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us was given a chance to prove himself, but somehow things didn’t work out smoothly. It’s a waste IMO. The path is cleared for him yet he didn’t set foot on it but turned back instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;遇&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;最&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;美&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;丽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;外&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such ‘accidents’ don’t happen always so treasure your chances if you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fail, don’t get all gloomy about it. Instead, move on with life. All of us are still young; there are still a lot of chances ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they did comment that a couple of girls have similar faces. Speaking of similar faces, does she look like someone you guys know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_Y2E727uXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/T6-VgPabPjE/s1600-h/looks-like-shirley-sia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185391479379179890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_Y2E727uXI/AAAAAAAAAbI/T6-VgPabPjE/s400/looks-like-shirley-sia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I’m not flaming anyone, just leaving a entry of my own thoughts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4379428230654546029?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4379428230654546029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4379428230654546029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4379428230654546029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4379428230654546029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-luck-guys.html' title='Good luck guys!'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R_Yvkr27uWI/AAAAAAAAAbA/yyuK_lAYcc4/s72-c/Cabal(Ver25-080403-0900-0000).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8666588492027231293</id><published>2008-03-30T14:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:06.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><title type='text'>True tears 13 -END-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-80BL27uVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ChTlIG9FIxM/s1600-h/hiromi+FTW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183418891094440274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-80BL27uVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ChTlIG9FIxM/s400/hiromi+FTW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yuasa Hiromi FTW! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.. yes, 90% of Noe's fans are upset about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8666588492027231293?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8666588492027231293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8666588492027231293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8666588492027231293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8666588492027231293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-tears-13-end.html' title='True tears 13 -END-'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-80BL27uVI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ChTlIG9FIxM/s72-c/hiromi+FTW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-5366259473406198682</id><published>2008-03-29T14:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:58:00.551+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swinburne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Virus attack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;小心轻放&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;朋友都说我们不衬配 思想性格非天下一对&lt;br /&gt;假装对闲言无所谓 觉得相爱得很虚伪~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有时觉得你的梦很难追 可能自己本身向往后退&lt;br /&gt;迷糊彼此心中地位 爱情是受惠还是吃亏?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我爱你爱得不够完美 爱的幸福也为我掉眼泪&lt;br /&gt;埋怨爱得不够轰动壮悲 没人明白这痛苦的滋味&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我只会把你悲伤安慰 不懂得把我俩感情挽回&lt;br /&gt;小心轻放我心一碰就碎 伴我终老的人会是谁？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="373" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aPjvNnUMHEs&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aPjvNnUMHEs&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It took me around 3 years to find this song. I heard of this song from some radio channels few years back and liked it immediately, but I have no idea of the name of the band when they introduced themselves. I thought it was ‘ambers’ or ‘am-girls’ and no idea for the title of the song so there’s no way to search the net for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Today, while idling and recalling the past, I thought of this song suddenly and tried to type in whatever is relevant to the band name. So I got the name ‘m-girls’ then followed by going to youtube and clicking all the MVs to search for the song title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Time taken to search for band name: 30 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Time taken to search for the song name: 1 hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Time taken to search for relevant downloading source: &gt; 1 hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Satisfaction: Priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is infected with the ‘infamous virus of Swinburne’ without me knowing until a pop-up from NOD 32 warning me continuously that the virus kept replacing itself the moment it is deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it from Swinburne? Because I'm not the first person to experience it. Whoever plugs his/her pendrive or portable HD into the computers in Swinburne will definitely get that virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The virus somehow locks your hidden folders away from you and if you have any important data kept inside one of those hidden folders of yours. Too bad then, you won't be able to access it. I was told that there is no other way except reformatting your PC to remove that virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my case, besides locking my hidden folders, 'My Computer' is also locked. I got so frustrated when NOD 32 failed me; it rarely fails any user before. Before I move to the meltdown stage, I sought the final option and it worked. That virus left my laptop peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The developers of Windows XP gave us a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;priceless tool&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever want to hop into a time machine to go back into time? I believe most of us want to. To correct our past mistakes, to take another path in life, to cherish someone before we lost them. But sadly, there is no time machine in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computers are lucky; well, only those running under Windows XP are, since they possess a time machine. Whenever you mess up anything and unable to return it to its original state, use the time machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND it also works for removing the ‘infamous virus of Swinburne’. Now you can save some money for reformatting your PC whenever it is infected by that virus. Most of you must have already figured out the priceless tool I am talking about. If you haven’t, it is none other than the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;System Restore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Try it out yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: Died twice while multitasking punching monsters and blogging. x_X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-5366259473406198682?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/5366259473406198682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=5366259473406198682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5366259473406198682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5366259473406198682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/03/virus-outbreak.html' title='Virus attack'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-3850552933367531850</id><published>2008-03-26T21:58:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:07.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swinburne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jokes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Mid term exams are coming soon and we are...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got this joke in a fowarded message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me Too&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;A true story from the Japanese Embassy in US:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Prime Minister Mori was given some basic English conversation training before he visits Washington and meets with President Bill Clinton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The instructor told Mori " Prime Minister, when you shake hand with President Clinton, please say 'how are you?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Then Mr Clinton should say "I am fine, and you ?"Now you should say 'me too'. Afterwards we, translators, will do all the work for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It looks quite simple, but the truth is ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;When Mori met Clinton, he mistakenly said "Who Are You?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Mr Clinton was a bit shocked but still managed to react with humor: "Well, I am Hilary's husband, ha ha..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Then Mori replied confidently "Me too, ha ha ha.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Then there was a long silent moment in the meeting room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This afternoon, Chen bought a new optic mouse to replace his wireless optic mouse. So he decided to try his new optic mouse out by playing some shooting games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Counter-Strike is chosen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pZJ727uTI/AAAAAAAAAao/4pZ_ZGNUxOA/s1600-h/counterstrike-condition-zero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182052348464970034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pZJ727uTI/AAAAAAAAAao/4pZ_ZGNUxOA/s400/counterstrike-condition-zero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As usual, he played with bots in cs_mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moments later, Robert and Shao Wee joined Chen to bring CS gaming to a new level. Curious how it is done? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXYL27uRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ECCYYlPxKDE/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182050394254850322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXYL27uRI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ECCYYlPxKDE/s400/DSC00010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 person controls the shooting and the other controlling the manuevering of the character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Awhile later, Shao Wee gave up and Chen took over his spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXYr27uSI/AAAAAAAAAag/pTma-OU0Fe0/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182050402844784930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXYr27uSI/AAAAAAAAAag/pTma-OU0Fe0/s400/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually Chen, controlling 2 mouse also same like controlling 1 mouse lah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He played on for a short while before leaving for Star Ciniplex to watch the infamous Comedy related to Ah-Longs. Forgot the title already, bad memory mah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some pictures from Cabal online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXXL27uOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/qrooF50hXnU/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver23-080326-0948-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182050377074981090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXXL27uOI/AAAAAAAAAaA/qrooF50hXnU/s400/Cabal(Ver23-080326-0948-0000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tried hunting for Epaulet +4 for 3 levels in stone golem area and got nothing. By luck I found a +5 Epaulet from a crystal seal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXXb27uPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dxamZTqfadA/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver23-080326-1102-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182050381369948402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXXb27uPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/dxamZTqfadA/s400/Cabal(Ver23-080326-1102-0000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My usual training ground, the old unused arena at Fort Ruina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXX727uQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TtmSenXjH0s/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver23-080326-1102-0001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182050389959883010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pXX727uQI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TtmSenXjH0s/s400/Cabal(Ver23-080326-1102-0001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lured almost all the monsters available to take a SS, I rarely have the chance to gather more than 5 monsters especially in the evening. If this is 2moons, I'll be banned for vacuum hacking. Lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm trading my Epaulet of Sage +5 for Epaulet of Fighter +5 or Epaulet of Guardian +5. If you are interested, leave a message here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally my long awaited anime is coming soon~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-paKL27uUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vUR9bRlrjYY/s1600-h/DCIISS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182053452271565122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-paKL27uUI/AAAAAAAAAaw/vUR9bRlrjYY/s400/DCIISS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DCIISS! (picture taken from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://soonkiong.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'s blog, credits to him for finding this pic!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No more Tsukishima Koko please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lesson no.1 in romance anime: You wouldn't want to be the first girl the hero talks to, especially in the final episode. The chances of you (the first girl) to end up with the hero of the story is close to zero, or completely zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recently almost a large number of Swinburne PCs are struck with viruses (maybe?) again. No doubt the work of the students of Swinburne again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some PCs just reboot again and again, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some PCs are filled with insane popups of adult videos/pictures and random Ads,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some PCs are usable but you are not able to save your data. Yes you can click 'save' or 'save as' but the moment you close and reopen it, you will be greeted with an error screen and there goes all your hard work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is both a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;good sign&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;bad sign&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The bad sign is&lt;/span&gt;: Swinburne technicians/troubleshooters are a failure for not being able to restore the computers back to their original state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;The good sign is&lt;/span&gt;: Swinburne students are smart, they are able to write malicious codes to screw the computers and the network servers. At least they don't pay their tuition fees for nothing, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-3850552933367531850?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/3850552933367531850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=3850552933367531850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/3850552933367531850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/3850552933367531850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/03/mid-term-exams-are-coming-soon-and-we.html' title='Mid term exams are coming soon and we are...'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R-pZJ727uTI/AAAAAAAAAao/4pZ_ZGNUxOA/s72-c/counterstrike-condition-zero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-149992398699759565</id><published>2008-03-19T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:05:38.249+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Beware the matchmaking club. Though it is unofficial, it is still deadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a heavy dose of my own 'medicine' today, courtesy of Ah Lam, Ah Seng, Chen, Kelvin, Shao Wee, Yong Guan and Zhi Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I say a dose of my own medicine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long story. To cut it short, I understand how it feels to be the victim now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-149992398699759565?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/149992398699759565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=149992398699759565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/149992398699759565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/149992398699759565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/03/beware-matchmaking-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4570137587864573571</id><published>2008-03-16T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:08.329+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>This is what happens when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R91DnvH6y4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/F4ofTXA5Ano/s1600-h/110320081111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178369496489577346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R91DnvH6y4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/F4ofTXA5Ano/s400/110320081111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tiredness overwhelms the students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: It ususally happens during Material and Process class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R91C3_H6y3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/WzUyUCLdUf0/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver16-080316-0128-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178368676150823794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R91C3_H6y3I/AAAAAAAAAZw/WzUyUCLdUf0/s400/Cabal(Ver16-080316-0128-0000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This marks the beginning of RMT (real money trading) in CabalSEA, some people are just too desperate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4570137587864573571?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4570137587864573571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4570137587864573571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4570137587864573571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4570137587864573571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-what-happens-when.html' title='This is what happens when...'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R91DnvH6y4I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/F4ofTXA5Ano/s72-c/110320081111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8415498061748862802</id><published>2008-03-14T22:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:08.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unique Experience'/><title type='text'>Mmm.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Lots of people celebrating their birthday this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Speaking of coincidence...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Few weeks ago I saw someone but I couldn't take SS in time, or rather, I have no idea how to take a SS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I pressed almost all the keys on the keyboard and finally found the key to take a SS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R9qPkvH6y2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GFXwTBvx14k/s1600-h/Cabal(Ver16-080314-2232-0000).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608582903548770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R9qPkvH6y2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GFXwTBvx14k/s400/Cabal(Ver16-080314-2232-0000).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nostalgic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That char is prolly his/her 2nd char as I saw SummerLove few weeks ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, that person is not the SummerLove I know of; just someone else with the same ID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8415498061748862802?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8415498061748862802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8415498061748862802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8415498061748862802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8415498061748862802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/03/mmm.html' title='Mmm.....'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R9qPkvH6y2I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GFXwTBvx14k/s72-c/Cabal(Ver16-080314-2232-0000).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4203307334217409280</id><published>2008-03-13T23:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:32:52.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Spices of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I'm aware that many blogs in the 'blogs i read' section are either deleted or moved to another site by the blog authors, just that I am too lazy to update it. Maybe some other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He already has a girl of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet he is always seen with another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will know of it soon, or rather, already know of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do stop it; you are only bringing in yourself a bad reputation not to the girls but everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like we intentionally dig into your personal affairs, but rather, it’s already too obvious, almost everyone who knows of you knows of it too, just that they did not bother to comment about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, do as you please, we as friends can only give advice to you and nothing more. None of us wants to be labeled as a busybody, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Disclaimer: The above mentioned is just fiction, any scenario bearing resemblance to it is purely coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4203307334217409280?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4203307334217409280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4203307334217409280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4203307334217409280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4203307334217409280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-aware-that-many-blogs-in-blogs-i.html' title='Spices of life'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6807024259484920023</id><published>2008-02-18T20:58:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:10.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Old and New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays are coming to an end and nothing much happened during the hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been waiting patiently for my torrents to download, thanks to streamyx for providing a low speed connection. That alone takes 1 month’s time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downloaded a few old games and animes… maybe a new game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mIJ6ICitI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Oos-qEMoDFc/s1600-h/AOM+G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168311751187532498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mIJ6ICitI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Oos-qEMoDFc/s400/AOM+G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:Age of Mythology + Expansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mFy6ICimI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/HaljRr2fhlc/s1600-h/FFX.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7t-8qICiwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PaMoWDA7KJg/s1600-h/cover_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168864577903037186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7t-8qICiwI/AAAAAAAAAZg/PaMoWDA7KJg/s400/cover_img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:Final Fantasy X (Jap Dubs and Eng Subs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mFxaICilI/AAAAAAAAAYI/obamXWq0knk/s1600-h/COD+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168309131257481810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mFxaICilI/AAAAAAAAAYI/obamXWq0knk/s400/COD+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mFw6ICijI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vFdrDjlzlzU/s1600-h/AIR.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168309122667547186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mFw6ICijI/AAAAAAAAAX4/vFdrDjlzlzU/s400/AIR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:AIR (anime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mFxKICikI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TmRs2XgxRDc/s1600-h/GTO+drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168309126962514498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mFxKICikI/AAAAAAAAAYA/TmRs2XgxRDc/s400/GTO+drama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:GTO (drama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7t-nKICivI/AAAAAAAAAZY/du5v6eDZzFk/s1600-h/FFX+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168864208535849714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7t-nKICivI/AAAAAAAAAZY/du5v6eDZzFk/s400/FFX+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally Final Fantasy X 2 (still downloading)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone reading those above can say I’ve buried myself in front of my monitor all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the whole episode of AIR but still couldn’t understand the whole of it.. Maybe someone can help me with it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a long time to download all the 12 episodes of GTO and to my disappointment, the subs are not in English but French (couldn’t remember). Sigh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed playing COD 4, gotta say I’m impressed with it. A must play for FPS fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of burning FFX into a disc and play it using PS2, I downloaded a PS2 emulator. It took me almost an hour’s time to realize that I load the game wrongly. After correcting it, the screen shows countless missing geometry all over the place… the game is still playable but I’m not playing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week later, only then did I noticed an option specially made for FFX to fix missing geometry. So I played the game happily until I felt something is missing (I was already halfway to finish the game).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went through a ‘Walkthrough’ and noticed that I missed out some parts of it but too lazy to start all over again… it happened to me in FF7, FF8, FF9 and now. Maybe FF games are actually meant for patient players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll finish FFX.. someday. Anyway here’s some screenies in 2moons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG7KICinI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tTHU7Xg5ryY/s1600-h/dekaron+2007+12+20+01h+07m+32s+0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168310398272834162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG7KICinI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tTHU7Xg5ryY/s400/dekaron+2007+12+20+01h+07m+32s+0734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taken during Christmas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG76ICioI/AAAAAAAAAYg/0YdNmbCOD1I/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+01+17+23h+43m+10s+0578.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168310411157736066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG76ICioI/AAAAAAAAAYg/0YdNmbCOD1I/s400/dekaron+2008+01+17+23h+43m+10s+0578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the ultimate skills for Knights..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG8KICipI/AAAAAAAAAYo/TiUmy0cMSP4/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+01+31+00h+30m+16s+0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168310415452703378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG8KICipI/AAAAAAAAAYo/TiUmy0cMSP4/s400/dekaron+2008+01+31+00h+30m+16s+0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fighting Oread, one of the toughest boss in 2moons..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG86ICiqI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1Dlzd9mMIxc/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+02+06+07h+30m+17s+0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168310428337605282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG86ICiqI/AAAAAAAAAYw/1Dlzd9mMIxc/s400/dekaron+2008+02+06+07h+30m+17s+0375.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Completed DeadFront&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG96ICirI/AAAAAAAAAY4/fzcpBiSHnBw/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+02+18+19h+32m+40s+0312.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168310445517474482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mG96ICirI/AAAAAAAAAY4/fzcpBiSHnBw/s400/dekaron+2008+02+18+19h+32m+40s+0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Accessing the treasure room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mHWqICisI/AAAAAAAAAZA/OB5J0WMAKIk/s1600-h/dekaron+2008+02+18+19h+35m+08s+0843.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168310870719236802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mHWqICisI/AAAAAAAAAZA/OB5J0WMAKIk/s400/dekaron+2008+02+18+19h+35m+08s+0843.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A screenshot for remembrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6807024259484920023?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6807024259484920023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6807024259484920023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6807024259484920023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6807024259484920023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2008/02/old-and-new.html' title='Old and New'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R7mIJ6ICitI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Oos-qEMoDFc/s72-c/AOM+G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-2830988739567873282</id><published>2007-12-26T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:25:20.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Merry Not Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;You are godlike in your studies when you get straight HDs.&lt;br /&gt;You are godlike in CS when you get the highest kill and the lowest death.&lt;br /&gt;You are godlike in dota when you kill 9 times without dying once to your foes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is nothing compared to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are GODLIKE when you are pregnant and your family knows nothing about it until the baby is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me anything about it, I won’t elaborate further.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I celebrated Christmas with my relatives yesterday. My family brought a dish over so it won’t look like we are eating for free. Everyone helped in the kitchen (well, almost everyone) so that we can start our dinner earlier since the majority are already complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day. NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our dinner, we sat down and talked to each other, with random topics flying about. Well, we don’t usually have the chance to gather together every time like Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, some random ‘manimal’ (mammal + animal) shouted here and there as if it is trying to demand something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the ‘manimal’ failed. Time for plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foul languages flying about for a couple of minutes. Loud and clear. The dogs stop barking, even the night insects stop making noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have sworn that the neighbors around us asked among themselves “what kind of animal is that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, it was Christmas Eve, so there’s no point to add more fuel to the fire. The only thing I did is shaking my head sadly and sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begone, manimal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything quieted down again. The atmosphere became silent. There are no more topics left to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there is a saying that goes like this: Treat others like how you wanted to be treated by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Merry Christmas to everyone. Be grateful that your Christmas is not as screwed up as mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-2830988739567873282?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/2830988739567873282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=2830988739567873282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2830988739567873282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2830988739567873282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-not-christmas.html' title='Merry Not Christmas'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-4938655640482552675</id><published>2007-12-12T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:10.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Qing-Er!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thinking for a long time, I've decided not to blog about my trip to Hong Kong and Shenzhen as it will be a very very very very long entry, probably boring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My laptop arrived 2 days earlier than the said date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is working fine, just that I have no idea how to configure the wireless connection to work properly. It does connect to the internet but the speed is so slow =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been playing the American version of Dekaron - 2moons. Introduced by Chen but he stopped halfway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R1_qRzttMoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6pJS0sGMNWA/s1600-h/dekaron+2007+12+12+21h+49m+16s+0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143086891140985474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R1_qRzttMoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6pJS0sGMNWA/s400/dekaron+2007+12+12+21h+49m+16s+0421.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yea I know there's nothing much to show, but at least I did provide a pic about the gameplay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, Da Capo II is a great disappointment IMO or maybe they are saving the best for the last? We'll find out soon enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-4938655640482552675?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/4938655640482552675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=4938655640482552675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4938655640482552675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/4938655640482552675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-qing-er-after-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R1_qRzttMoI/AAAAAAAAAXw/6pJS0sGMNWA/s72-c/dekaron+2007+12+12+21h+49m+16s+0421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-1093054392776855539</id><published>2007-11-30T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T22:56:41.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! Will upload the pics when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, R.I.P to the unfortunate ones out there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-1093054392776855539?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/1093054392776855539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=1093054392776855539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1093054392776855539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1093054392776855539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back-will-upload-pics-when-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-8585318647969804087</id><published>2007-11-24T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:11.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>This is a rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Not too long ago I praised the streamyx team for being very efficient and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I'm taking back my words again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streamyx: Ranked one of the world lousiest internet broadband connection and also pricy if you compare its connection speed and the price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting from 11 am till 1 am, the connection speed is so terrible untul I can even get disconnected in online games counting more than 30 times a day (highest ping record to NA servers: 19294 ms). &lt;--- WTF is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Because of that, I am forced to change my sleeping hours to afternoon and stay awake after midnight as no one else or maybe just a few are using streamyx after midnight. I know it’s crazy but that’s what I did to play online games. Sounds very desperate eh? Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R0g_XpLlKXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5BlNpMJEKfs/s1600-h/screamyxsux.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136425050440018290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R0g_XpLlKXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5BlNpMJEKfs/s400/screamyxsux.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be leaving for HK for like 5 day 4 night trip with my family and along with some other families of the cell group members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I never gave a thought of going there and never intended to go there too. So you can say that I am forced to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some will tell me to be grateful to go on a trip and I’ll tell you why I choose not to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate traveling because of those events that happened few years back and I rarely had any fond memories of it. Speaking of Hong Kong, it brings back bitter memories that I am supposed to have forgotten long ago. &lt;sarcasm&gt;Thanks so much for bringing those memories back.&lt;/sarcasm&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it is the past and should be forgotten; I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-8585318647969804087?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/8585318647969804087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=8585318647969804087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8585318647969804087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/8585318647969804087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/11/not-too-long-ago-i-praised-streamyx.html' title='This is a rant'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/R0g_XpLlKXI/AAAAAAAAAXo/5BlNpMJEKfs/s72-c/screamyxsux.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-2534750374909531642</id><published>2007-11-12T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:11.166+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I can feel the joy of Christmas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deck the halls with boughs of holly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Tis the season to be jolly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Fa la la la la, la la la la…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The results are released at 6:xx pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly suffocated when I search for my results because I knew I did badly in my EMB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Few days ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even called my subject lecturer to help me out but she told me there’s not much she can do as there is another co-marker who will be marking the papers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed to God again and again, asking for the same thing that is to be able to pass both my EMB and Physics B. I know this sounds lame but I did promise to quit dota if I pass both of my subjects this time. I even put in that I will help in VBS but that’s another story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, amazingly our gang of friends passed. We couldn’t be more grateful than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be sudden but now its time for me to put an end to my dota life. In case any of you are reading this, I want to apologize for leaving without any word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/Rzhvh2-zqZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_bftzodEKjc/s1600-h/quit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131974402873993618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/Rzhvh2-zqZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_bftzodEKjc/s400/quit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A short convo with uncle Kenneth. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m definitely going to miss you all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kenneth aka Jiffy,&lt;br /&gt;Ric aka Kheez,&lt;br /&gt;Siang aka Alphavam,&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth aka DemonHunter,&lt;br /&gt;Calendar aka Keat Meng,&lt;br /&gt;Rafe Daniel aka Rafe,&lt;br /&gt;Shina aka Reikemuguri,&lt;br /&gt;Sheau Ying aka Berry,&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy aka Lancerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The 3 Hew brothers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nicholas aka Puyo;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth aka Tetsujin&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin aka KelvinHew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on. I’m sorry if your names are not included or if I misspell your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Happy Holidays everyone, see you all at the ‘advance’ race next semester.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-2534750374909531642?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/2534750374909531642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=2534750374909531642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2534750374909531642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/2534750374909531642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/Rzhvh2-zqZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/_bftzodEKjc/s72-c/quit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6193159419920719255</id><published>2007-11-05T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:55:46.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>22:17  |  05/11/2007</title><content type='html'>It all ends well, all my fears and worries are taken away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6193159419920719255?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6193159419920719255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6193159419920719255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6193159419920719255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6193159419920719255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/11/2217-05112007.html' title='22:17  |  05/11/2007'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-7116302053767145646</id><published>2007-11-05T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:03:14.655+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>Double screwed up due to a small mistake. Sorry for involving you, friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-7116302053767145646?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/7116302053767145646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=7116302053767145646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7116302053767145646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/7116302053767145646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/11/double-screwed-up-due-to-small-mistake.html' title='Double screwed up due to a small mistake. Sorry for involving you, friend.'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-5356975985482552044</id><published>2007-11-04T04:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T04:27:07.116+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uncategorized'/><title type='text'>A dead end.. Time to turn back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-5356975985482552044?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/5356975985482552044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=5356975985482552044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5356975985482552044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5356975985482552044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/11/dead-end-time-to-turn-back.html' title='A dead end.. Time to turn back?'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-5660442601436583370</id><published>2007-10-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:52:16.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unique Experience'/><title type='text'>The four seasons, Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I’ve started to use the chat program – mIRC that I had ignored all these years. Not for chatting but for high speed anime downloading. I never knew that such programs could be useful if torrent fails your targeted speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there any other uses for ICQ (I seek you) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Regarding &lt;a href="http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2006/06/four-seasons.html"&gt;The four seasons&lt;/a&gt;, I was right about meeting another part of the four seasons. Just that it is not in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;4 years ago, I met &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;. She was the one who taught me about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1 year ago, I met &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Autumn&lt;/span&gt;. She has changed much since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And today, I met &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;. Accidentally. She happened to be someone important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was wondering when I will be meeting &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Winter&lt;/span&gt;... I'll gladly stop at &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Spring&lt;/span&gt;. IF that is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, Kenny Sia came to Swinburne today. Was told that he came to give a talk on Business issues if not mistaken. Didn't get to see him in person, not that I mind anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-5660442601436583370?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/5660442601436583370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=5660442601436583370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5660442601436583370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/5660442601436583370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/10/four-seasons-part-ii.html' title='The four seasons, Part II'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-1727047781821444898</id><published>2007-10-17T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T19:01:11.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraordinary'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Telekom + Streamyx service</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Physics B test 2 just ended not too long ago. I think that’s the first time the points given in MCQ questions are equal to subjective questions. C’mon it’s Physics B, not some common subject like KMT – 80 MCQ questions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be my last entry until the final exams ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet connection was down last Sunday. It happened somewhere near 8.30am and somehow, I have a feeling that it happened abnormally. The reason I said this is because I remember praying to God to allow me to have self-control on myself to not touch a single game of Dota until finals ended 4 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without my internet connection, I cannot login to Bs3 and play Dota like usual. Knowing that this way will not work for me – I realized that I cannot go on normally without internet connection. My dad called Telekom to fix the problem and the first thing that came to my mind is: this will definitely take days or even weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So again I pray to God for my internet connection back, with the promise that I won’t touch a single game of Dota.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again my prayer was answered – Telekom workers came to fix the problem but the problem persists. 2 hours later, Streamyx workers came like 3 times to check on everything until my connection was restored then only they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God played His part, now’s my turn to play my own part. I wonder how I will go on without Dota until my finals ended. It’s like severing a part of me away unwillingly but for the sake of passing my exams… I’ll just have to do it – I don’t have any other choice, do I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s something to share with everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/RxaveyOd1tI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MT1HsEDLt6I/s1600-h/because-im-a-girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122474569593902802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/RxaveyOd1tI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MT1HsEDLt6I/s400/because-im-a-girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don’t understand what this picture meant, please visit here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;a href="http://tidus88.blogspot.com/2007/09/korean-romantic-clip-dont-cry.html"&gt;Click me&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-1727047781821444898?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/1727047781821444898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=1727047781821444898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1727047781821444898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/1727047781821444898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/10/unexpected-telekom-streamyx-service.html' title='Unexpected Telekom + Streamyx service'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60m8lUq6nr4/RxaveyOd1tI/AAAAAAAAAXY/MT1HsEDLt6I/s72-c/because-im-a-girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-6030115964376471486</id><published>2007-10-09T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T00:59:50.415+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Past'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Winnie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;We celebrated Winnie’s birthday a day earlier at Pizza Hut again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me realize that I am a cheese freak, along with some other guys. I am positive the waitress got frightened of us for finishing all the cheese powder provided and still asked for a refill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should think again before playing with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up: 7-up with chili sauce, tomato sauce, pepper sauce, cheese powder (actually anything that is available in pizza hut is thrown inside).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like carrot juice and tomato puree added up. We assume that it will definitely send the one who drank it to toilet for hours and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this prototype failed to yield any results as no one dared to give it a shot. Or maybe Robert did take a tiny sip. But from the look of his face, it looks like he went through hell and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd up: 7-up with 111.11% MSG (or salt). Guaranteed to work for certain people who like to be bald, permanently. This is also a total failure as test subject realized the change of color in his drink before he even took a sip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd up: Garlic bread with pepper sauce, chili sauce, pepper etc added. Oomph guaranteed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;╔═══════════════╗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;║Happy Birthday Winnie║&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;╚═══════════════╝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt that I am going back in time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I miss the ABC and Ice kacang that 2 hawker dudes sold at the back of my secondary school. Setting up a humble stall by the roadside, whatever you ordered will be done in less than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ABC they sell has a variety of flavors and you can choose to add whatever you want into your ABC. Of course, it will cost more that way. I can still remember students surrounding the stall; they sure earn a lot of money just from the secondary school students alone, excluding the students in INTI College and passersby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me wants to grow up and be matured in all aspects while the other part of me wants to stay as a secondary school student forever, no stress in finals, creating chaos in school compound, jumping from floors to floors and doing everything that I am allowed to do in secondary school that I am not allowed to in Swinburne any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wished that I can take this year and integrate it with the past so I wouldn’t have suffered back then. Anyway, everything that had happened back then will be in my mind for eternity because no matter how I reason it, at the end of the day the fault is still mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is: “&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I wish I have the power to reverse time.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to write more but maybe it would be better if I save it for the next time, assuming that I can still remember about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S: &lt;em&gt;Can anyone send me this song "&lt;/em&gt;神话&lt;em&gt;" sang by Jackie Chan and another girl? I’m looking for the complete Chinese version, not the one mixed with Korean… Thanks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29171455-6030115964376471486?l=night-weiliang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/feeds/6030115964376471486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29171455&amp;postID=6030115964376471486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6030115964376471486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29171455/posts/default/6030115964376471486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://night-weiliang.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-winnie.html' title='Happy Birthday Winnie!'/><author><name>Wei Liang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11339999314663223042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img529.imageshack.us/img529/9193/x1pcjqddvowrndiid6uq4rzjb9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29171455.post-3576326710373422680</id><published>2007-10-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T21:05:37.841+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tales/Stories'/><title type='text'>A touching story worth reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;╔═══════╗&lt;br /&gt;║ Touching  ║&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;╚═══════╝&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Patrick, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was then an only child who had everything I could ever want. But even a pretty, spoiled and rich kid could get lonely once in a while so when Mom told me that she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. I imagined how wonderful you would be and how we'd always be together and how much you would look like me. So, when you were born, I looked at your tiny hands and feet and marveled at how beautiful you were. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We took you home and I showed you proudly to my friends. They would touch you and sometimes pinch you, but you never reacted. When you were five months old, some things began to bother Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded odd --- almost like a kitten's. So we brought you to many doctors. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said you have the "cry du chat" (pronounced Kree-do-sha) syndrome, "cry of the cat" in French. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I asked what that meant, he looked at me with pity and softly said, "Your brother will never walk nor talk." The doctor told us that it is a condition that afflicts one in 50,000 babies, rendering victims severely retarded. Mom was shocked and I was furious. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought it was unfair. When we went home, Mom took you in her arms and cried. I looked at you and realized that word will get around that you're not normal. So to hold on to my popularity, I did the unthinkable ... I disowned you. Mom and Dad didn't know but I steeled myself not to love you as you grew. Mom and Dad showered you love and attention and that made me bitter. And as the years passed, that bitterness turned to anger, and then hate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mom never gave up on you. She knew she had to do it for your sake. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time she put your toys down, you'd roll instead of crawl. I watched her heart break every time she took away your toys and strapped your tummy with foam so you couldn't roll. You struggle and you're cry in that pitiful way, the cry of the kitten. But she still didn't give up. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then one day, you defied what all your doctors said -- you crawled. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When mom saw this, she knew you would eventually walk. So when you were still crawling at age four, she'd put you on the grass with only your diapers on knowing that you hate the feel of the grass on your skin. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then she'd leave you there. I would sometimes watch from the windows and smile at your discomfort. You would crawl to the sidewalk and Mom would put you back. Again and again, Mom repeated this on the lawn. Until one day, Mom saw you pull yourself up and toddle off the grass as fast as your little legs could carry you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laughing and crying, she shouted for Dad and I to come. Dad hugged you crying openly. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched from my bedroom window this heartbreaking scene. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Over the years, Mom taught you to speak, read and write. From then on, I would sometime see you walk outside, smell the flowers, marvel at the birds, or just smile at no one. I began to see the beauty of the world through your eyes. It was then that I realized that you were my brother and no matter how much I tried to hate you, I couldn't, because I had grown to love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;During the next few days, we again became acquainted with each other. I would buy you toys and give you all the love that a sister could ever give to her brother. And you would reward me by smiling and hugging me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I guess, you were never really meant for us. On your tenth birthday, you felt severe headaches. The doctor's diagnosis - leukemia. Mom gasped and Dad held her, while I fought hard to keep my tears from falling. At that moment, I loved you all the more. I couldn't even bear to leave your side. Then the doctors told us that your only hope is to have a bone marrow transplant. You became the subject of a nationwide donor search. When at last we found the right match, you were too sick, and the doctor reluctantly ruled out the operations. Since then, you underwent chemotherapy and radiation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even at the end, you continued to pursue life. Just a month before you died, you made me draw up a list of things you wanted to do when you got out of the hospital. Two days after the list was completed, you asked the doctors to send you home. There, we ate ice cream and cake, run across the grass, flew kites, went fishing, took pictures of one another and let the balloons fly. I remember the last conversation that we had. You said that if you die, and if I need of help, I could send you a note to heaven by tying it on the string of any balloon and letting it fly. When you said this, I started crying. Then you hugged me. Then again, for the last time, you got sick. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That last night, you asked for water, a back rub, a cuddle. Finally, you went into seizure with tears streaming down your face. Later, at the hospital, you struggled to talk but the words wouldn't come. I know what you wanted to say. "Hear you," I whispered. And for the last time, I said, "I'll always love and I will never forget you. Don't be afraid. You'l
