<?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-27673665</id><updated>2011-09-05T04:49:18.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crib</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-115484226649479644</id><published>2006-08-06T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T16:00:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Odori and PCD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My blog lives!!!!!!!!! After countless times of procastinating, I'm now back to blogging. Bon odori was held like few weeks ago? I derno..its been a while. Anyway we reached the venue quite late and only managed to catch the dancing part. No jap chix but only jap kids for paedophiles to feast their eyes with =( Wanna try Jap food? Might as well head over to the nearest Jusco Supermart to get it. They were the suppliers that night. Sad sad.. at least there were entertaining stuffs to see looking at how people dress up that night. Cosplay to pyjamas, guess they just got out of bed and head straight for this event without even thinking of ever changing their clothes. They even brought along their pacifier. Respect! Here's how part of the dance is like presented by Yi Ping, Jeffry and Jeremy! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/356PeJgKGqQ" width="315" height="294" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kindda reminds me of the KungFu Hustle movie where there's the axe gang dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yok0eo7Ew8s" width="315" height="294" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2 weeks after bon odori. PUSSYCAT DOLLS CAME! WOOT! HOT! Superbly Sexy! But babi...the concert was like an hour only -.- Some freaking lucky guy got to hold one of the dolls hand and get to meet them up in the pool summore! OMG! I wonder what they did there. Something naughty? HmmMM* Anyway another short video of them performing their latest single buttons! Too bad they didnt wear anything with buttons, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;couldda went up there and loosen up their buttons if there were any&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&gt;=) The videos aren't really clear but I suppose you can see them dance. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9YKohvshKog" width="315" height="294" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, the show was &lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image072.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Now if only I was that lucky fella, who knows what I'll do. Muahahaha!!!&lt;s&gt;naughty thougts coming into mind*&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- End -&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/27673665-115484226649479644?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/115484226649479644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=115484226649479644' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115484226649479644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115484226649479644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/08/bon-odori-and-pcd.html' title='Bon Odori and PCD'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-115253736989000870</id><published>2006-07-10T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:16:10.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Su Yin's cooking for dinner!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, a sudden good idea from me, yes me Jason Lau decided where to head for dinner. Its none other than Su Yin's house to try her German-cooking skills! Jeff helped by chopping ham and cheese in different sizes which includes coming in trapezium la, square la, triangle la. Just kidding, his cutting skill is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image049.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cook Su Yin and her apprentice Jeffry CCC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image057.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walah! Fresh from the oven. Su Yin's German Pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image059-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image059-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Jem Jeff Jin Su Yin and me taking the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was stupendous! Amazing! The pasta was so cheesy and hammy it blends all together into your mouth creating the most utterly delicous taste that I've ever eaten pasta in my whole 18 years. Suyin Koche Layka!*Suyin's cooking is delicous!* Layka! Oishi! Ichiban! Delicous! Hao Chi! Ho Jiak! Hou Sek! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-115253736989000870?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/115253736989000870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=115253736989000870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115253736989000870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115253736989000870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/07/su-yins-cooking-for-dinner.html' title='Su Yin&apos;s cooking for dinner!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-115245611653925748</id><published>2006-07-09T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:44:49.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destination: Redang!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;Date: 27th June - 1st July &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Left on Thursday 26th June 11.59 pm. I was rather tired and feeling drowsy, hoping I could just sleep in the bus. $#()*@#!!! The bus was so freaking rocky the whole trip I couldn't rest a bit. Even when I was about to shut my eyes, then the lights go up and the driver would go: Rehat! 30 minute! Well, couldn't blame them. It's the World Cup season, the greatest show on earth baby! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Pics while leaving KL:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image003.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is the bus we're on. The seats are quite spacious and comfy not the ride ! Ugh... &lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Camwhore moment number 1!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Day 1:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The office in Kuala Terengganu. So close to Pulau Redang already! Yay!&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;For fun!&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Omg casualty during the trip. =X JK!&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Here we are. Our resort. &lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our room.&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image045.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The inside of our room. *note: Max swirling his thingamajig &lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The back of the Redang Reef Resort.&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image028.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A lil chill out spot nearby our room.&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image025.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image025.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The pub/karaoke spot. This is where I started drinking and well...get high! WeeEee~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Day 2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Snorkel snorkel swim swim. Went to marine park to snorkel and a nearby area to see baby sharks. We weren't afraid of the sharks but instead, we were running away from a freaking big humungous scary yellow fish! So basically when it's in our sight, everyone would panic and start swimming towards shore. But hey, it was a great experience swimming with sharks. So after snorkelling and all, we decided to head up the rocky mountain to take pics. Here they are:&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image029.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The rocky mountain.&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/DSCN1754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_DSCN1754.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On the way up.&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image039.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After climbing up a while, was wondering where Terry and Ming went. Upon reaching peak, WTH OMG KNN *any vulgarity u can think off* There they were,sitting on the edge embracing each other. Brokeback MOUNTAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/DSCN1769.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_DSCN1769.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me, Max and Jin later on decided to join them and here's the next latest sequal title to brokeback mountain: GroupBack Mountain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_DSCN1775.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Posers KLB style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/DSCN1754.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 3:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We were then later joined by Jeremy, Subryne, Marsha and Jem's mum. Thanx a million to Jem's Mum to accomodate us another day in Redang. So we did snorkeling, banana boating and that's all. Here are some pics as well:&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/DSCN1846.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_DSCN1846.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Me, Max ,Marsha, Subryne, Jem and Terry&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/DSCN1843.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_DSCN1843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;One big family =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Day 4:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Left Pulau Redang at 10.30 and reached KL around 9 sumthing. Only around 10 we managed to reach home. So that's about it. Had lotsa fun in Pulau Redang. Syok to the maximum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-115245611653925748?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/115245611653925748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=115245611653925748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115245611653925748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115245611653925748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/07/destination-redang.html' title='Destination: Redang!!!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-115081378066586313</id><published>2006-06-20T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T18:10:18.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day in S8, SAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At last I've decided to quit the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Self-Abuse-Matriculation&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stress at Maximum program&lt;/span&gt;/South Australian Matriculation and am joining the American Degree Program. Reason? US chix are way hotter !!! *drools! Just joking! Hehe, its quite a relieve looking at how my classmates struggle with assignments. I'm having so much fun teasing them with their work piling up and telling them I'm having all the time in the world enjoying every bit of it. Muahahaha!!! Anyway, I do miss my class. Being able to go for a few games of DotA, Foosball and Pool, so fun! We even ranked people and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;me being the&lt;/span&gt; undisputed number 1&lt;/span&gt; in foosball in s8! &gt;=) Too bad I left and now Alan&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*the kai san*&lt;/span&gt; took over my place. Babi, why didn't they do this earlier so I can be top in every game! Just kidding! Ahh..those WERE the times. Oh well, here are some pictures I took during my last day in class. Gonna miss everybit of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image067.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image067.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Alan showing off his "fail dengan cemerlang" marks =P&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image065.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The classroom in taylors. Small but comfy. Mr.Sam the physics lecturer with his trademark &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;teaching habits: Holding a fist and punching against his other palm, Tssstt! * S8 peeps will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;get what I meant =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image064.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image064.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our Lecture theatre, the lousier one. Didn't manage to take a pic of the good one since I left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Viva la S8! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-115081378066586313?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/115081378066586313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=115081378066586313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115081378066586313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115081378066586313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/06/last-day-in-s8-sam.html' title='Last Day in S8, SAM'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-115003741408349034</id><published>2006-06-11T22:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:56:38.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Port Dickson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just like any given Sunday to spend with family, decided to celebrate Wai Jean's birthday at Port Dickson. Credits to Yu Jin =) Left around 2p.m. after Justin being the kind soul of fetching us all down there rounded up everyone from their respective houses. Lalala~ To Port Dickson we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what time we reached Port Dickson: we didn't -.-' %#()*$#)@!&lt;br /&gt;We kept losing our way, making U-Turns, going up mountains and we ended up in Kuala Pilah to find something to fill up our grumbling stomachs. After that we left once again in our search of Port Dickson with some assistance from kind dragon fruit stall operators. In the end we saw sign boards leading to Port Dickson! Thank HEAVENS! But at the end we still couldn't find the freaking beach and went round and round Seremban town. So we couldn't meet up with Wai Jean and the rest of the gang. From here I'd like to sincerely apologise to WJ for not being able to make it x.x Hope she had a blessed and wonderful birthday =) Too bad me, Jackson, Justin and Walter couldn't be there to share her joy of playing water. Anyway, random pictures when we're heading back from Port Dickson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image059.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image059.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wally showing off his hardworking-ness even if we're on a trip&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/untitled.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Notice the middle paragraph? It states:"... his great golden spear...filled with fire...plunged into me several times...penetrated to my entrails...a sweetness so extreme that one could not possibly wish it to stop."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image062.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image062.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Obviously, Wally went high and started smelling deviously =X&lt;/div&gt;&lt;obviously,&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While Jackson, well...he just slept away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/Image063.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j298/zandish/th_Image063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess who else went high, my new found friend: Yi Ling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Corrupted friends I have xD Juz joking! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-115003741408349034?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/115003741408349034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=115003741408349034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115003741408349034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/115003741408349034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/06/port-dickson_11.html' title='Port Dickson'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114978469908152489</id><published>2006-06-09T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:50:27.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuala Lumpur International Motorshow</title><content type='html'>Here's pics of the recent motorshow held at PWTC for boys and girls out there. It's in a album form, so it takes time to load the photos. Please be patient =) *hint: Auto Girls are at the end of the slide show. Move your mouse over to the pictures to see the comments. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width:283px;"&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/38571.6cb839197a7/mini?interval=5&amp;amp;amp;size=268x201&amp;amp;amp;style=rounded" style="width: 283px; height: 235px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/38571.6cb839197a7/overview" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This album&lt;/a&gt; is powered by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BubbleShare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/album/38571.6cb839197a7/share#add_to_blog" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Add to my blog&lt;/a&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/27673665-114978469908152489?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114978469908152489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114978469908152489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114978469908152489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114978469908152489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/06/kuala-lumpur-international_114978469908152489.html' title='Kuala Lumpur International Motorshow'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114943914456985918</id><published>2006-06-05T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:39:04.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, The End</title><content type='html'>The time has come, to reveal X. Den den den den... She's pure fictional =) Ya know like Da Vinci Code, yea..IMAGINARY baby! Haha... hopefully writing all these posts will help up with my essay. No more emo-ish post for now, gonna update with some Kuala Lumpur International Motorshow pictures for car fans out there and *aherm : Auto Girls! Yup yup! *droolss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, this is me signing off once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-114943914456985918?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114943914456985918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114943914456985918' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114943914456985918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114943914456985918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-end.html' title='Finally, The End'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114937447835497959</id><published>2006-06-04T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T06:41:18.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tak Boleh Tidur La Weh!</title><content type='html'>Its 6.28am, and I couldn't sleep the whole night. Kept on thinking about stuffs present and past. Aih, dunno wat's gotten into me. Even air-cond doesn't make me sleep *which it usually does. Oh well, might as well list down 8 things about my perfect lover since I got tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/pearlfairy"&gt;Michie Phoonie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, these are the rules.&lt;br /&gt;-the tagged victims have to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.&lt;br /&gt;-tag eight other victims to join this game&lt;br /&gt;-if you are tagged the second time. there is NO need to do this again.&lt;br /&gt;-lastly, most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kind&lt;br /&gt;2. Sweet&lt;br /&gt;3. Caring&lt;br /&gt;4. Communicates&lt;br /&gt;5. Love doing things together&lt;br /&gt;6. Able to admire stuffs together&lt;br /&gt;7. Unique =)&lt;br /&gt;8. Lovable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala, derno what to put for 8 points, so might as well just crap something up. Oh well, been wondering if I should confess to the special somone. Hohoho... This is me signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-114937447835497959?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114937447835497959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114937447835497959' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114937447835497959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114937447835497959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/06/tak-boleh-tidur-la-weh.html' title='Tak Boleh Tidur La Weh!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114935560363197038</id><published>2006-06-04T00:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T01:43:46.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Emo-ish Day</title><content type='html'>Sigh... freaking hell, how I wish i can freaking END this freaking feeling right now. I wanna end this feeling towards X, but its just so hard to let go =( Please, if mrs.right is out there, faster appear infront of me! I wanna let go of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Useless stoner me, couldn't mix with her at all. How much worse can it turn out to be?! Is there no cure for this emoness. Haih, sorrowness is filling up my mind now. Nothing can explain how sad I feel now. ARGH! Be gone!!!!!! Stupid emo feeling, LEAVE ME ALONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw everything I believed in! Screw everything I dreamt of! I wanna end of all this! Right this instant! Never again...never ever anymore I wanna go thru this. If only I'm better at things, these wouldn't happen to me. I would be happily blogging about happy stuff instead of expressing my sad stuffs here. Maybe me and X weren't meant to be but just friends. Maybe there wasn't anything from the beginning to start with. Sigh, maybe I should just get on with life, but its SO HARD! Maybe I'll have to carry on with this feeling thru out life. Useless me. Goodbye... gotta sleep, couldn't go on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-114935560363197038?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114935560363197038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114935560363197038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114935560363197038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114935560363197038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-day-another-emo-ish-day.html' title='Another Day, Another Emo-ish Day'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114891799904098947</id><published>2006-05-29T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:40:22.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emoish Journey Continues...</title><content type='html'>Hey, I'm back with more emo stuffs to share. Sigh, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;me and her&lt;/span&gt;, are still drifting further away from each other. It's like, there's no possible way to connect us or link us up back again. If only there is just a way to turn things around! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd give up dota! CS! My internet!&lt;/span&gt; Too bad things don't come by that easily. My effortless efforts can't seem to bring me closer to what I want. Thus, leaving me with the option of only being able to dream of something that is so far from my grasp. Oh well, guess day-dreaming is what I do best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I did dream of her once. Heh, kindda funny recalling it. How I wish that I'm the one holding her hands tightly, never letting it go. Being by my side spending every possible time together. Oh well, dreams are meant to stay as mere dreams. At least being a dreamer is better than being one that doesn't have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna make you happy, I wanna know how to please you, from the bottom of my heart. I'd like to know so that I'm the one who can always put that smile on your face. Looking back on those times when you smile, oh do I cherish those precious moments alot. Nothing more can be done about it, and all I can do is recall these fond memories of mine to help realise that I'm still in love with her. At least I know I still believe in love and not have a heart of stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever get to taste the sweetness of being in a relationship with the one I love and cherish most. Guess not anytime soon. Hopefully in the near future =) I'm keeping my hopes high between me and her. Gonna be persistent on this, thx to the advice of a friend of mine. Well, hope things do end up well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-114891799904098947?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114891799904098947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114891799904098947' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114891799904098947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114891799904098947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/05/emoish-journey-continues.html' title='The Emoish Journey Continues...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114855760163385160</id><published>2006-05-25T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T09:51:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>ITS THE FREAKING HOLIDAY WEH!!! Look out! JASON's having his holis weh!!! HoHoHo! Hehe, sorry. Couldn't contain the joy within me! For 2 weeks weh! I really need it. Don't have to wake up at 6 to leave for college, no more waiting till 4 for classes to end and reaching home at 5. Its the time to be jolly, lalalala~ Time to do gym, futsal, or wateva sports, been putting on the kgs lately. Gotta trim off those fats to look sexy again. PhwoaHh =P Exams suxed but what the heck. ITS HOLIDAY! Any upcoming plans? Do count me in! I don't wanna rot at home, makes me frown and remember the past only. Saddening ... Juz kidding =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to X. I ain't gonna tell yet. Sorry Jeff... not prepared to tell who's she. All I can say is.... Den den den den* Its the holidays!!! Hah! The sweet smell of holidays *sniff sniff ! No emo-ish stuff for this post, happy eppy eppy day *starts jumping like a lil boy* Yipee! Hehe, short post this time. Nothing much... Xmen 3 kitty is soooo lovable =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Im in love with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-114855760163385160?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114855760163385160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114855760163385160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114855760163385160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114855760163385160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/05/holiday.html' title='HOLIDAY!!!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114794842125549895</id><published>2006-05-18T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:08:26.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emo-ish Code</title><content type='html'>It's weird how things can turn out. You know and chat with your friend for many years, and without knowing how and why, you both just can't communicate anymore. When this happens, my mind starts wondering if there was something I did wrongly or someone just backstabbed or maybe people creating stories just to ruin something up. Heck, I wouldn't know if one of those reasons are the real cause of this communication break-down. If only conflicts don't happen, the world will definitely be a better place to live in. HAHA! Yeah right, if that'll happen. Even if you're a goody goody girl/boy, someone who's envious of you might just try to screw your life up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another weird thing. It's about couples. Boy meets girl, boy loves girl and girl loves boy, boy gets together with girl and *poof, BF GF relationship. Lovey dovey lovey dovey then until certain time break up. Normal Right? Now the weird part. Girl still loves boy and got together with boy even after what boy did which is unforgivable: two timing. I mean what the hell? After toying around with her feelings, got together with another girl , break up with the other girl and come back with sweet talk craps to woo her back? Gosh, how can she be that naive? Enough common sense would tell you that he's a jerk. Even she knows it. Still, they coupled again. A lil advise if she happens to read this : If he appreciated you, he wouldn't have break-ed up with you and coupled with another girl whom he fools again. Then, he turns back to you. Think of it, how many more times are you gonna fall for his trap? How many more heart-aches are you gonna go thru before you come to realisation that he played with your feelings and you just let him enter your heart easily ONCE AGAIN after what he has done to you. I bet there are plenty more guys out there which are way way better than he is. I wouldn't wanna see you go thru that heartache moment again as it saddens me . Too bad I just couldn't confront you with this, as I'm afraid it will spoil our relationship. Well, hope things will turn out good for you both =) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*and hopefully he's truthful to her this time&lt;/span&gt; Ok enough of emoish , time to post some fun craps to enlighten readers out there. Below are some videos moi's classmates did during our free time in IT class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O1YvzWp6S2I" width="315" height="294" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airplane Drift - Initial A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M2f2Bz4olbE" width="315" height="294" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Axel F - Real Life Humans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E3G20K4av1Q" width="315" height="294" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayam Terlampau - Chicken Edition *credits to Azfar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To spice things up, no one knows X. Those comments are just pure guesses and I have not or did I agree to those answers. After going thru serious thoughts, I've decided not to reveal X. No point in doing so as it wouldn't change anything, or probably make things turn out bad. Therefore it's best that everything stays the same, being friends and all. It's good enough for me. Even if we do get together, I'll wonder if I'd be able to hold on to her hands, as you can see.... I have sweaty palms! =X &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Die la die la..how to hold hands and pak toh long kai in the future... I can see no light at the end of the tunnel!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. Mid-year exams are just around the corner!!! Help meeeeee........Gotta study gotta study! *&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;picks up phone call : Ehloh? Yam char ar? OKOK! Ciao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-114794842125549895?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114794842125549895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114794842125549895' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114794842125549895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114794842125549895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/05/emo-ish-code.html' title='The Emo-ish Code'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114758462906509712</id><published>2006-05-14T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:35:12.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day to all mums and mums-to-be! A day to celebrate for all the hardwork and time they spent taking care of the family. Ahh.. I love my mum lots , but all I did today was just whisper to her ear wishing her Happy Mother's Day and a simple sms blessing her. Hopefully that'll be enough to keep her happy for the rest of the day. So what did you all do for ur mum? Do leave your comments =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*flashback!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh.. this is where I'm gonna compliment on my mum. I remember how she used to take care of me whenever I fall sick. She'll just wake up in the middle of the night just to check up on me, praying for me, making sure I feel alright and comfortable. Fetching me everywhere to go for activities, staying up late just to make sure I'm home safely. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Missing her sleep to shoo me off the computer! =P &lt;/span&gt; Cleaning up my messy room after me. Keeping the house dust free! Cooking meals to satisfy my grumbling stomach. Making small breakfasts early in the morning for my sisters and I to stay energetic throughout the day. Being there whenever I'm in need of help. A mother's love, so unconditional, never to be forgetten and will be appreciated forever. Looking at her working day and night, in and out. Argh! How I wish I could do more for her, I just couldn't show how much I appreciate her, I feel damn awkward just by hugging =X All the bad results I'm getting from exams and not helping much at home, sigh..definitely makes her sad. Not anymore! For I'm gonna be a changed man!!! LOL! Soon enough that is. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*hopefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, appreciate you mum while she's still arond. She's not gonna be there for you forever! There can only be one you call MUM that has been part of your life. Treasure her !&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I LOVE YOU MUM&lt;strong&gt;! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-end-&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/27673665-114758462906509712?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114758462906509712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114758462906509712' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114758462906509712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114758462906509712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114736122528133710</id><published>2006-05-11T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T11:34:44.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333300;"&gt;If Only - Hoobastank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it wasnt wrong to hide from you the simple truth&lt;br /&gt;I was scared I felt it all along,&lt;br /&gt;but it hurt to much for me to share&lt;br /&gt;If only I had been less blindI'd have someone to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;If only I could change your mind&lt;br /&gt;If only I had known&lt;br /&gt;If only I had you&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand why things have happened and how it all could go so wrong&lt;br /&gt;will this pain ever end&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't think I could carry on&lt;br /&gt;If only I had been less blindI'd have someone to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;If only I could change your mindIf only I had known&lt;br /&gt;If only I had you&lt;br /&gt;If only I had been less blind&lt;br /&gt;I'd have someone to hold on to (I won't let go)&lt;br /&gt;If only I could have spoke my mind&lt;br /&gt;If only it were true we could start brand new&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, If Only =) Almost a week has past, I don't see much changes or rather, an improved relationship between &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me and her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Lotsa things going through my mind like: Am I not doing enough? Am I not good enough? Where have I gone wrong?! Why is this happening to me?! What have I gotten myself into?! Will I ever be able to love again?! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*this one just exaggerating* &lt;/span&gt;But hey! What the heck! I'm getting over it! Well, that's what I think and hope for. Having lots of grey hair sprouting outta my head thinking about it. Anyone know of a good hair stylist that's cheap as well? Do recommend to me. Being low on the finance as &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm spending way too much on foosball&lt;/span&gt; =X Gotta color up my hair and trim down those bushy bushes on my hair! So much for wanting to keep a long hair =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to keep the suspense up . The below post might be just a story created for mere entertainment or might turn out true. No one knows the true identity of X. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ho ho..secretive is bliss!&lt;/span&gt; Guess only time will tell whether this post is mere fiction or a reality. Hehe, one thing for sure. I won't be able to find another girl like her. She's just unique! One in a million or BILLION girl! Her existence is unknown =) I still do wanna keep the suspense up. Till then, have fun thinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-114736122528133710?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114736122528133710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114736122528133710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114736122528133710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114736122528133710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/05/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath...'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27673665.post-114698924387097337</id><published>2006-05-07T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:01:33.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post, nevertheless Emo-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yoyoyo welcome to Jason's webby leh! Today, I is gonna talk about how to ZHNG ur BLOG! AND ITS FREE!&lt;/strong&gt; Juz joking. My first ever post ain't gonna be one happy post. It's what I've been feeling for the past few days. Sigh... Well, I dont know how or where to start but let's just put it this way : It all happened ONCE upon a time, moi fell in love with X. This is where it all starts but just recently, me and her are like so far far &lt;strong&gt;FAR&lt;/strong&gt; away. So, whenever I get a single reply from her, it'll just brighten me up for a lil while. As soon as the conversation stops somewhere in the middle, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DOOMS DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has cometh upon me. I just, well, feel so useless whenever I can't strike up a conversation. Looking at how she communicates with other people, how I wish I'm one of them. Looks like I gotta buck up on my communication skills. Gosh, if only I could be a lil more better with words =( I even wonder if she hates me or not. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm sorry for all the things I've done wrongly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope if she does read this post, she'll understand how much she mean to me. How I wish I always have the right things to say. Sigh, this problem has been lingering in my head for ages. Guess I'll have to face the fact of getting over her and continuing with life. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*oh look, a chiobu just pass by. Initiate stalking mode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, if I get to wish upon a shooting star, I wish &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Me and Her&lt;/span&gt; would be good friends. Able to chat, communicate, share problems, me being able to put a smile on her face. That's all I ask for. IF only wishes do come true this easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had fun reading =) Do await for Limpeh Jason's next post! Hopefully I'd be able to keep this blogging mood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-end-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27673665-114698924387097337?l=jasonlys.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/feeds/114698924387097337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27673665&amp;postID=114698924387097337' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114698924387097337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27673665/posts/default/114698924387097337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonlys.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-post-nevertheless-emo-ish.html' title='First post, nevertheless Emo-ish'/><author><name>Jason</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05121842627272117196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
